#i cannot take it anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[raichukfm]

It's a fascinating question and the answer doesn't speak to it at all. We're talking about swapping perceptions, you know, the hypothetical thing that could answer those "What if my blue is your red?" ponderings. Were that the case and you were to swap, you would start seeing everything red as blue and vice versa, but you would be able to tell this. That's a controversial point, but we aren't proposing a full qualia inversion here; your internal concepts of red and blue haven't changed, just the way that your brain maps sensory stimuli to your qualia has. You can imagine red, and it's red as you have always imagined it, you just look at a red delicious apple and you see it as blue. (Actually a fascinating question whether people would agree with this assessment, and has me wondering about people with aphantasia specifically about if they think their 'red as they have always imagined it' can be separated from the way things with that color look to them. I'm getting off track.)

But this swap is different. Semiotics refers to the meanings that things have; for instance, the way you are looking at these squiggles or hearing these sound waves and taking them as a message. I am intending a meaning now as I type these words out, and you are taking away a meaning as you perceive them, and though it won't quite be the same meaning it is related. There's a question of where exactly the meaning you perceive is; is it in the message itself? Is it just contained in the context around it? Was it put there by me? Is it only there when you read or hear it?

And now specifically we're talking about abstract objects, things which aren't concrete; for instance, words as words, not images or sounds but the thing that those patterns invoke. Things where it is already an interesting philosophical question about how exactly it is that they exist. (For those with the bent to ponder it and not just go 'Uh, they just do, duh' because yeah that's fair.) And that's just one example of an abstract object. It's not all messages. There are numbers. There are complex mathematical objects, like groups and rings and fields. Are things like "peace" abstract objects?

If we do this swap of perceptions, so you perceive the meaning of an abstract thing to be the meaning that I perceive... What are you perceiving, exactly? Is it the thing anymore? Is this even truly a swap of perceptions or is it rather a swap of thoughts? If you took one piece of my mental model of the world and swapped it out with one of yours, how would it fit in? Would it fit in at all? It's fascinating.

The world isn't shrouded in darkness. There's not some blinding fog that has settled over everything. You can observe the world, make sense of parts of it, peer into its mysteries and try to think of answers. Yeah, it's confusing and a lot of pieces of it are out of reach but that's just because the world is so fucking big and complicated and so many parts we simply lack the faculties to possess. This question is that lovely kind of philosophical pondering that is fundamentally unresolvable and by all rights has no practical purpose... But we can still talk about it, and in talking about it, we can share ideas and work through how it is we think of things. If nothing else, we can enjoy ourselves. And that's as practical a purpose as anything else.

Don't see something you can't think of how to answer and decide that it cannot be answered and that now is a time to shrink away to safe thoughts that can be trusted. Ponder whatever bullshit that strikes your fancy, and try to think about what the answers would be. Even if you can fundamentally never find out if you're right or wrong, the thinking itself is a worthwhile exercise. Encourage other people to do it too, though don't try to force it; different people have their own sorts of funtime questioning. I've got things like this, some people have how much prep time Batman would need to defeat Shrek in a fight.

equally confounded and obsessed by this quora question and response that i just stumbled onto

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The Story of Us: Chapter 1

pairing: logan sargeant x famous!fem!singer

summary: logan and you have been keeping a secret from everyone but it might be time for it to come out

a/n: while I do my best on most of my works to be race neutral, this one is very very very self indulgent 🤷🏻‍♀️

a/n2: this is part 1 of 4/5, which will be released when they’re finished and I’m using pretty much everything from Taylor Swift

a/n3: I still don’t understand instagram so - no one but those that follow you can see a private accounts comments (even on a public post). Also I still hate twitter so I’ve replaced it with Bluesky

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y/n_fanpage: y/n_nation has been busy this past week with hints of what’s to come. Obviously midnight has something to do with her announcement! Thoughts?

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user1: NO. SHUT UP!!!

↳user2: NEW STUFF??? NEW MATERIAL??

↳user1: MOTHER IS BACKKK!!!

↳user2: I forgot that it’s y/n_nation that posts the announcements now 😭😭 I feel like I’ve missed so much stuff

↳user1: girl you better go back and check it out

charles_leclerc: cannot wait! Will definitely be on repeat in the garage

↳carlossainz55: yes!!

↳scuderiaferrari: already making room for it in the playlist!

↳user3: ok but this just makes sense to me!!

↳user4: right? Of course Carlos and Charles are y/n fans!

user5: another banger album on the way!

↳user6: album of the year!!

user7: 🤞🤞 fingers crossed it’s a love album

↳user8: oh my god same?

↳user7: like I love her other stuff so much but her love albums??? Next. Level.

↳user8: right?? Oh imagine being loved by someone who writes literal love songs for you

↳user7: not just love songs tho…Thee love songs!

alex_albon: new race day anthem loading!

↳logansargeant: 😂

↳alex_albon: I can’t be teammates with you if you’re not a y/n fan

↳logansargeant: biggest fan there is

↳alex_albon: well that’s not possible

↳lilymhe: no one is taking that title from us!

↳logansargeant: if you say so…

↳oscarpiastri: 🤣🤣

user9: tour tour tour tour!

↳user10: she’s hasn’t even released the album yet? Like Jesus…

y/n

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y/n: this is a no judgement zone, right? Right? Meet the newest members of the family — Snowball and Snowflake, Marshmallow, and Croissant!

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user11: I’m in love?

↳user12: you’re in love? I’m in love!!!

↳user13: they’re so cute!

maxverstappen1: You’re a cat mom too?

↳user14: still not over the thought that vroom vroom guys are in mothers comment section

logansargeant: good looking pups there!

charles_leclerc: it must be the season for new pets!

↳user15: ok but this seems desperate?

↳user16: oh I’m glad I’m not the only one to sense this

↳charles_leclerc: non! It is called shooting your shot!

↳user15: reads like desperation tbh

↳maxverstappen1: ha

↳charles_leclerc: I don’t think I like you anymore

↳user15: I’m not sure who you’re talking too or who should be more offended

↳charles_leclerc: yes

y/n

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y/n: We lie awake in love and in fear, in turmoil and in tears. We stare at walls and drink until they speak back. We twist in our self-made cages and pray that we aren’t — right this minute — about to make some fateful life-altering mistake.

This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go searching — hoping that just maybe, when the clocks strike twelve…we’ll meet ourselves.

Midnights, the story of 13 sleepless nights scattered throughout my life, is yours now. Meet me at midnight

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user16: what??? Like what??

user17: did she seriously just drop a surprise album on us?????

↳user18: miss ma’am mother i know that the album is called midnight but that does NOt mean you have to drop it at midnight! I have classes tomorrow!

maxverstappen1: vigilante shit is on repeat!

↳redbullracing: we can confirm this ✅

↳charles_leclerc: bejeweled is where it’s at actually

↳scuderiaferrari: excuse us while we grab our rhinestones

↳maxverstappen1: it’s ok to admit you’re wrong.

↳charles_leclerc: I’m glad you’re being truthful!

↳maxverstappen1: 😑😑😑

user19: ok but mastermind??? What kind of groundwork are you laying girl??

↳user20: right??? She’s been writing love songs for years and there’s still nothing about who they’re for

↳user21: for real!!! She’s come out about a lot of her songs — illicit affair about yourbff and back to December being about yoursister — but she’s Never! Said anything about who the love songs are about!

↳user19: I’m convinced she’s in a long term relationship and they’re all about her partner!

↳user20: user53 your help is needed rn!

↳user53: oh god not again

↳user19: when im right im gonna laugh in your face

↳user53: uh huh sure you will

alex_albon: do we have to pick a favorite?? Can’t we just play it on repeat in it’s entirety?

↳lilymhe: we absolutely will be doing that

↳logansargeant: really? The entirety??

↳alex_albon: for someone who tried to say you were her biggest fan, this is disappointing behavior

↳lilymhe: it really is

↳logansargeant: 🤷🏼‍♂️🤷🏼‍♂️

↳logansargeant: 🤣

oscarpiastri: my sisters have been screaming at me since it dropped

↳logansargeant: oops. Sorry about that man — know how that feels

↳hattiepiastri: we! need! a! signed! copy!

↳oscarpiastri: I thought you were just into kpop?

↳hattiepiastri: mom! nicolepiastri Oscar is being mean!

↳oscarpiastri: low blow.

↳hattiepiastri: 🤨🥺

↳oscarpiastri: …I’ll see what I can do

↳user19: 🧐🧐🧐

landonorris: I don’t know which one to choose as a favorite…

↳oscarpiastri: oh no

↳landonorris: which means all of them are!

↳oscarpiastri: does this mean…

↳carlossainz55: he will be singing the entire album at the top of his lungs, yes

↳danielricciardo: it won’t be good singing but it will be consistent

↳oscarpiastri: no

↳carlossainz55: yes

↳danielricciardo: yup

↳landonorris: go away muppets! Leave me and y/n and her album alone

↳oscarpiastri: 🤣🤣

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logansargeant: always a great feeling being back home — even better with new friends

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user22: new puppy??? Winter break did Logan good this year!

alex_albon: you didn’t tell me you got a new dog!

↳logansargeant: haha it’s technically not mine but sorry!

↳alex_albon: you got a new dog and didn’t tell me!! Me!!

↳logansargeant: 😂😂

↳lilymhe: he’s pacing right now, he’s in distress

↳logansargeant: sorry not sorry

↳logansargeant: would a visit with him help?

↳alex_albon: it is literally the least you could do

↳logansargeant: 😂 he’ll be at Miami

↳alex_albon: good!

user23: ummm?? Could I take the place of the puppy???

user24: I’m?? Jealous? Of a dog…

↳user25: big mood

↳used24: this is not where I predicted my life would be 10 years ago…

↳user25: no one ever does.

user19: am I gonna be attacked if I say something?

↳user53: potentially

↳user19: do you just have me on notifications??

↳user26: we alert them every time we see you post

↳user26: you scare us

↳user19: just because I’m always right doesn’t mean I’m scary

↳user53: ok let’s take it to dms.

↳user19: buckle up then buddy cause I’ve got it all printed out

↳user26: user53 is a real one 🫡 taking it for team

↳user19: 😡😡😡

↳user53: user19 come on. Explain your newest conspiracy

not_y/n: what a cutie! And he looks so well behaved

↳not_logan: why thank you!

↳not_oscar: gross guys. Keep it to yourselves please and thank you

↳not_y/n: why?? Want me to call you a good boy too??

↳not_logan: absolutely not!

↳not_oscar: eww 🤢 you’re solidly in the sister category and this is not game of thrones

↳not_y/n: 😜

↳not_y/n: speaking of — hotd season 1 binge before Miami?

↳not_logan: yes!

↳not_oscar: yes! — L

↳not_oscar: i guess that it’s a yes from us

y/n

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y/n:

What keeps you up at night?

It’s a momentary glimmer of distraction. The tiniest notion of reminiscent thought that wanders off into wondering, the spark that lights a tinderbox of fixation. And now it is irreversible. The flame has caught. You’re wide awake.

3am is different from midnight — the sky is ever darker and the thoughts even more haunting. Things that would keep you up at one don’t at the other.

Midnights: the 3am edition is yours now

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user27: why? Would? You? Do? This? To? Me?? I just barely got over midnights?? And now I have to listen to 3am??

oscarpiastri: again? Didn’t we just go through this 2 weeks ago?

↳landonorris: WOOOO!

↳oscarpiastri: oh no 😥

↳logansargeant: you could show some enthusiasm? You’ve definitely said she’s one of your favorite artists before

↳oscarpiastri: she is. Lando’s version of her? Not so much

↳landonorris: so rude!

↳carlossainz55: I think it might be a self defense mechanism

↳danielricciardo: gotta save those eardrums somehow

↳landonorris: 😡😡

danielricciardo: Paris baby!

↳user28: I knew you were a man of taste!

↳yukitsunoda0511: he’s really not. The Great War is superior

↳danielricciardo: you wish

user29: ok but would’ve, could’ve, should’ve??

↳lilymhe: karma is still the superior song

↳alex_albon: bigger than the whole sky? Did you miss that song?

↳lilymhe: we’re breaking up. I can’t be with someone who’s top song isn’t karma

↳user29: sorry but you’re both wrong 🤷🏼‍♂️

user19: Paris???? Are you kidding me!??!? And The Great War?!??

↳user53: I’m gonna need you to take a deep breath

↳user19: I told you!

↳user53: yes you did. And, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, I’m starting to believe you

↳user30: who are you and what happened to user53?

↳user53: I don’t know man. I don’t know

↳user53: however user19 might be on to something here…

↳user19: MIGHT?!?

↳user19: just you wait!

y/n_nation

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y/n_nation: pack your backs and get your tickets! Coming to a city near you, the Eras Tour is a journey through y/n’s decade long music career!

Starting in Miami, Opening Night is Monday, May 6…more

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user30: YES!!!

↳user31: omg omg omg omg!!!!

danielricciardo: already planning on it!

↳maxverstappen1: so lucky that opening day is immediately after the Miami GP!

↳danielricciardo: exactly! It’ll be nice to spend a few extra days in Florida!

↳user19: yes so lucky…

oscarpiastri: on the one hand I think my sisters would kill me if we didn’t go for opening night…on the other hand I don’t know if I can do a live show with Lando…

↳logansargeant: maybe you’ll get lucky and have separate seating?

↳oscarpiastri: one could only hope…

↳landonorris: you frickin muppets

↳hattiepiastri: seriously???

↳oscarpiastri: will work on it

↳hattiepiastri: yes!!

alex_albon: suddenly i feel like the garages will have a lot of extra guests…

↳lilymhe: what do you mean? I always planned on going to Miami!

↳alex_albon: does always mean 20 minutes?

↳carmenmmundt: it does actually!

↳georgerussell63: since when?

↳francisca.cgomes: for about the last 20 minutes!

↳pierregasly: hint received

↳francisca.cgomes: 🤭

user32: ok i need to be at opening night now…

↳user33: right? The chance to see all these drivers in person?

↳user32: AND to see y/n perform live?!? Dream come true

charles_leclerc: I am ready to fight the Ticketmaster

↳alexandrasaintmleux: yay!

↳user34: oh to have Charles leclerc fight Ticketmaster for you…

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logansargeant: last minute dates before the season starts

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user35: who? What? Where? When?

↳user36: A GIRLFRIEND?!??!!? SINCE WHEN????

alex_albon: first you get a dog and don’t tell me and now you have a whole ass GIRLFRIEND AND DIDNT TELL ME???? Where is the team loyalty?

↳logansargeant: …we’ve been together longer then I’ve been your teammate?

↳user37: what?? HOW LONG?

↳alex_albon: exactly! HOW LONG???

↳logansargeant: just over 10 years now

↳alex_albon: you were a baby?

↳logansargeant: I was nearly 14?

↳alex_albon: a baby!!

oscarpiastri: tell her to answer her texts

↳logansargeant: she said she’s on a strict no phone policy

↳oscarpiastri: I can see her on her phone right now

↳logansargeant: “oh it’s exclusively against Australians who mocked my cooking attempts”

↳oscarpiastri: 😑😑😑

↳oscarpiastri: whatever she made IT WAS NOT BANANA BREAD

↳logansargeant: “but you didn’t have to laugh at me!”

↳alex_albon: the Australian knows???

↳oscarpiastri: there are levels here albon. Gotta get on my level — childhood best friends

jensonbutton: you’ve never mentioned you had a girl, kid

↳logansargeant: ok but to be fair you’ve never asked?

↳jensonbutton: and you’ve never introduced us?

↳logansargeant: she supports from a distance — she also travels a lot for work

↳jensonbutton: kid…

↳alex_albon: DOES ANYONE BUT THE AUSTRALIAN KNOW??

↳oscarpiastri: my family knows

↳alex_albon: Logan…

↳logansargeant:😂

user38: that Florida sun does something amazing for Logan!

↳user39: is it the sun or is it the girl??

↳logansargeant: it’s not the girl

↳logansargeant: it’s my girl

↳user39: I am literally swooning right now good lord

user19: user53! I told you

↳user53: …yeah ok

↳user40: user19 I need the timeline I need the proof I need the receipts

↳user19: I’ve got you!

Bluesky

f1

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f1: it’s time to be fearless! Miss Americana will be performing the National Anthem at the Miami GP the day before the start of her Eras tour!

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user41: oh my god!!! I get to see her twice???

↳user42: seriously??? I’m so jealous

↳user41: I don’t know which gods blessed me but I managed to get tickets to both!!

↳user42: you know I heard it’s good to sleep with your windows open…

maxverstappen1: y/n the Redbull Garage would gladly welcome you!

↳redbullracing: absolutely! You Belong With Us!

↳user43: …is the redbull admin playing wingman for max?

↳redbullracing: the grind never stops

↳maxverstappen1: thanks admin

↳user43: gotta respect that I guess

landonorris: I think papaya is more your color y/n!

↳user44: I think she might prefer a winner actually

↳user44: you know to match her 3 album of the year’s

↳landonorris: ok i let stand the bullying from my friends and teammates

↳landonorris: but im not gonna stand for it from you

williamsracing: i think we could have The Best Day with you and your fellow American y/n!

↳logansargeant: hey what?

↳alex_albon: that’s it? Gonna need more enthusiasm from the guy who “claims” he’s the biggest fan

↳lilymhe: yeah! Show off your American spirit

↳logansargeant: caw caw 🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅

↳y/n: stunning show

↳lilymhe: 🤯🤯

user49: did…did she just…

↳user50: respond to Logan Sargeant? Yeah

↳user49: ohmygod

scuderiaferrari: I do believe Red is your color y/n

↳charles_leclerc: we look best in Red here!

↳carlossainz55: and we have ice cream!

↳charles_leclerc: yes! Custom ice cream just for you

↳alexandrasaintmleux: and we’ll even have a puppy if you’d like a puppy play date!

↳charles_leclerc: yes leo is very well behaved

↳user51: the desperation stinks all up in here

user52: i am living for all the garages trying to get y/n to join them for the weekend

↳user54: my favorite part is the desperation coming from the drivers

↳user54: silly vroom vroom guys and gals thinking they could shoot their shot with y/n… liked by not_y/n

Private Messages

y/n_gossip

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Slick Sunday my beloved

Sorry if this makes no sense, it made sense in my head :)

Think how Steve’s parents are especially shitty and just doesn’t come home for Christmas anymore. And O!Steve knows himself well enough to know that spending Christmas alone = drop that no one can help him out of because he practically lives alone. To fix this Steve, the good dude that he is, volunteers to sit with patients at the hospital who’s family have to leave or can’t get there. He just want to take care of people and make sure no one is alone at Christmas the way he is. So he sits there and he talks to them and he just keeps them company (the old ladies love him).

Anyway a couple of days ago A!Wayne had a fall while working at the plant and while he’s certainly not a week man he did hit his head and arm badly and they needed to keep him for a few days to make sure nothing went wrong. Earlier that week he sent A!Eddie away to visit his aunt in Kentucky for Christmas so he’s kind of alone right now. One of the nurses ask if he want a volunteer to visit him on Christmas Day and he agrees because why the hell not (if they’re rude he can just ask them to leave).

Christmas Day comes and Wayne is a little shocked when a young guy walks in and presents himself as Steve Harrington. Everyone knows the harringtons are pretentious dickheads so he’s a little suspicious. But then Steve starts talking. And asking questions about Wayne and Eddie and the trailer park and suddenly hours has passed. Wayne asks if Steve can come back tomorrow and he agrees, this time he also brings cake. Wayne asks about Steve’s family once and get sad look in reply. That is the moment Wayne thinks to himself ”I already adopted one pup, what’s one more?”

A week later Eddie comes back and walks into to the trailer to see his uncle with his arm in a sling and steve ”prettiest omega in Hawkins” Harrington standing at the stove cooking dinner. He has a very small meltdown and after Wayne explains who Steve is and why he’s there Eddie has another very small meltdown. This is fine, he can handle very pretty nice omega Steve being in their trailer (he cannot). Then Steve turns around and he’s wearing an apron and one of eddies Dio T-shirts (he spilled sauce over his polo) and at this point Eddie is fully planning a wedding in his head. when they’re cleaning up Steve asks Eddie if he could maybe tell him a bit about dnd because ”the kids I babysit really like it” and eddies very logical response to this is

”Will you please have my babies”

Steve blushes, Wayne laughs and Eddie dies of embarrassment.

”Can we at least court first?”

Steve blushes more but he’s also smiling as he says this. Wayne looks like he planned this all along (maybe he did). And at this point Eddie is pretty sure he’s hallucinating but he’ll take what he can get and just tackles Steve to the floor to scent him for the first (of many) times.

Hope you like it. Anyways love your work!!!

woohoo instant love steddie is a treasure! thank you for playing along with my slick sunday challenge too!🥰🎁☃️🎄❄️

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Cannibals [Chapter 7: Lightning and Rust]

A/N: Only 3 chapters left!!! 🥳❤️💙🦇

Series summary: You are his sister, his lover, his betrothed despite everyone else’s protests; you have always belonged to Aemond and believe you always will. But on the night he returns from Storm’s End with horrifying news, the trajectories of your lives are irrevocably changed. Will the war of succession make your bond permanent, or destroy the twisted and fanatical love you share?

Chapter warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ readers only), babies and parenthood, blood and violence, character deaths, I really cannot summarize this chapter you just gotta experience it, I'll pray for you 🙏

Word count: 6.8k

💙 All my writing can be found HERE! ❤️

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You’re curled up in bed with a velvet pouch of hot stones that have gone cold, bloody rags bunched between your thighs, trying desperately to sleep, and outside a storm is brewing over Blackwater Bay and bringing with it dark skies and strikes of lightning that stalk ever-closer. Through the open window, the air tasting like late-summer rain, you can hear Helaena and the maids corralling the children back into the Red Keep. They are laughing because nobody is dead yet, not even the ailing and absent King Viserys, not even doomed little Luke Strong.

Aemond lets himself into your chambers and stands over your bed, staring down at you with some combination of annoyance and concern. You have failed him. You were not where he wanted you to be. “Why weren’t you at the beach?” Playing with your niece and nephews, collecting your seashells.

“Because women are cursed.”

Aemond smiles, perhaps a bit relieved; he has his answer. “And you more than any of them, because you’re so wicked.”

“Maester Orwyle says I can’t have more milk of the poppy for two hours.”

“Then we must listen to him. It is a powerful remedy, and we cannot endanger you.” He takes off his boots and climbs into bed, lying behind you, one hand following the curve of your waist to settle on your lower belly. “I can relax the muscles. It might ease your suffering.”

Right now? “Oh no, no, you don’t want to do that,” you warn him. “It’s very messy.”

“You think I’m afraid of your blood?” Aemond says, amused. “Everything we’re built of is the same.” He lifts the hem of your silk nightgown and reaches underneath the nest of rags, sliding there in the coppery wetness as you inhale sharply, startled but not unwilling. When Aemond removes his hand, the carnage he is stained with is bright crimson but dotted with clots. Then he licks the blood from his fingers and paints his tongue red. You can’t keep the shock from your face. Aemond grins, wets his hand again, draws a heart on your left cheek just beneath your eye. You laugh and pretend to try to shove him away.

“You’re deranged, you’re a monster—”

“Let me help you,” Aemond whispers, nuzzling blood from his lips into your silver hair. “Let me take your pain away like you quiet mine.”

And you surrender to him like you always do—worn down, overpowered, intoxicated, bewitched, seduced, perhaps all at once—and as Aemond’s hand works and the gory metallic ether of blood fills both of your lungs, the cramps dissolve into nothingness and then build to desire, and you’re opening your thighs for him and the rags are whisked away, unnecessary, forgotten, and now there is blood on the bedsheets and your fingers are twisting into the pillows strewn around you, and it doesn’t feel shameful at all anymore, because what is blood if not made from the same minerals as coins and blades and ocean and ash, and what is lust if not a fire that burns the constraints of the world away?

You kiss him as you come, moaning into his bloodstained mouth, biting his lower lip, and if the careless pressure of your teeth makes him bleed then that’s just more iron and copper and steel to add to the molten sea you are marooned in, more magma, more rust. “Enough,” you gasp when the last of the waves have passed and you are emptied and too sensitive, and Aemond knows to listen. Then you reach for Aemond’s trousers, where you can see he is hard. You are abruptly and ruinously exhausted—you struggle to keep your eyes open—but it feels wrong to not take care of him in return.

It shouldn’t take long, he’s already flushed, he’s already dripping sweat—

“No need,” Aemond says, gently stopping your hands. And as you burrow into the pillows and your eyes dip closed, your skin and hair still splattered with red, he slips away silently so you can sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

“I don’t want to leave you,” Jace says, knowing that he has to anyway. “Either of you.”

You are nursing the baby in a chair by the fireplace; you needed a change of scenery from the bed. The upholstery is pale blue velvet. The blanket the baby is swathed in is embroidered with pine trees and foxes, and far beyond your skill; Lady Caro made it. She is nearly as gifted with a needle as Helaena. On the walls of the bedchamber you share with your husband are mosaics you’ve pieced together over the past nine months here at the modest castle of Heart’s Home in a cold, remote corner of the Vale. The fractured faces look in on you like curious gazes through clear windows: Aegon, Helaena, Daeron, Jaehaera, Maelor, Mother, Criston. You aren’t any closer to them now, but you feel like you are. The world seems softer, warmer, smaller.

You smile as you ghost a fingerprint over the baby’s faint dark eyebrows. He’s half-asleep as he suckles, hushed and content and entirely helpless. He has Jace’s coloring, but something about the shape of his eyes reminds you of Aegon. “We’ll be here waiting when you get back.”

“I think he looks a lot like Luke,” Jace says, admiring the baby. He’s standing with one arm draped over the back of your chair and the flickering firelight from the hearth on his face, turning his skin from snow to sunstone. “And Joffrey. His face is rounder than mine.”

“Have you been to the Eyrie to see them since the war began?” Joffrey, Rhaena, Rhaenyra’s young white-haired sons Aegon and Viserys.

Jace shakes his head. “I never wanted to be away from you for longer than necessary. I didn’t want to risk being spotted and revealing where they’ve been hidden. And I didn’t know what to say.” About us, about our marriage, about our baby.

“You should visit them, Jace. I would visit Helaena and her children if I could.” You leave out the others intentionally; Helaena is your only sibling that Jace considers blameless. You miss Aegon and Daeron just as much, but in the solitude of your own heart—in the stillness, in the silence—you aren’t sure if you want to see Aemond again. You don’t know if he will be soft with you, or vengeful or cold, or if he has filled the void of your absence with a lover, something that you cannot think about without your stomach lurching and your skull aching, and so you put him out of your mind as much as you can and stay here with the baby instead.

Jace rests a hand on your shoulder reassuringly, then strokes your cheek. He says, meaning the baby: “We’ll have to get him his own egg.”

“I hope he won’t inherit my affliction,” you murmur somberly. “I hope he’ll have a dragon someday.” Without them, we are powerless. Without them, we aren’t real Targaryens.

“Maybe there’s something you need to do first.”

You look up at Jace, not understanding.

“I’ve spent a lot of time considering what inspires a dragon to bond to someone,” he says. And you think, feeling a fleeting stab of betrayal before you stitch the wound closed with invisible thread: Because you’ve been helping the Blacks search for riders. “It seems that each creature has their own preferences. Meleys favored women who were spirited and highly intelligent. Dreamfyre has chosen two riders, both gentle, shy, and fond of animals. Seasmoke bonded to two sons of Corlys Velaryon with similar temperaments, agreeable and charismatic, Quicksilver to a father and son who were both considered weak and died young. Caraxes seems to have an affinity for warriors.” It does not escape you that Jace neglects to mention Vhagar, as if through his silence he can make the beast and her rider vanish. “And Vermithor…” Jace offers you a small, sympathetic smile, remembering that you once wanted him. “The Bronze Fury bonds to riders who are imposing in body and ambitious in spirit. And I suspect he only likes men.”

“So it was always hopeless,” you say gloomily. You recall the miniature Vermithor that Aegon once carved for you out of oak wood. You hope that Aegon is still alive somewhere, scarred but lying in wait, always underestimated, always so much deeper than he seems, an ocean that Mother and Father mistook for a puddle, messy and marginal and inconvenient.

“I believe dragons often gravitate towards riders who are mirrors of themselves. Even Vermax, he is…” Jace considers this. “He’s proud, and he’s clever, but he’s not as formidable as he imagines himself to be.”

“Like you,” you say before you can stop to consider whether Jace will be offended by it, and he gives you an amused smirk. The baby has stopped nursing and fallen asleep; you fix the bodice of your gown and cradle him against you. There are maids to take him when you’re tired, and Jace loves holding him, and Lady Caro steals him away often, but right now you don’t want your freedom. You don’t want your mind to be untethered and to wander to all the places you’re not supposed to be.

Jace continues: “What I mean is, perhaps there is some quality you must cultivate within yourself before the beast you are meant to have judges you worthy.”

“Hardly any unclaimed dragons are left now.” Then you tease: “Do you suggest I become quiet and timid so Grey Ghost will like me?”

Jace laughs. “No, I fear that’s a lost cause, princess. You could never be timid.”

You are intrigued. “Then what am I?”

“I think you’re hungry,” Jace decides. “I think you always want more.”

“I never wanted that many things.” Aemond. My family to be safe. And I wanted Vermithor.

“Every line that is drawn, every place you’re told not to go or act you’re not supposed to do, you insist upon overreaching.”

Is that why Aemond and I were so drawn to each other? you think doubtfully. Because it was forbidden? Because it horrified people who climbed high enough to live alongside Targaryens but could never understand them?

“I think Meleys would have been a good match for you,” Jace says after a while. “If she hadn’t already been claimed by Grandmother.”

“And now the Red Queen is dead.” Like Arrax, and Moondancer, and Seasmoke, and probably Sunfyre too. How many dragons will be left when this is over? How many Targaryens? You clutch the baby closer to you; he stirs in his sleep, tiny fingers grasping at nothing. “What sort of rider does Silverwing favor? What could this illiterate drunk Ulf the White possibly have in common with Good Queen Alysanne?”

Jace snickers. “That’s a good question. I’ve been ruminating on it. My theory is that since Silverwing was never ridden into battle, and has always been relatively docile and accustomed to living peacefully near humans, she was attracted to Ulf’s…how to describe it? His lack of military prowess. Or, alternatively, once Vermithor was claimed Silverwing was very, very lonely.”

You smile, and then it dies. It must be indescribably painful to be separated from one’s mate after a century together. Unsurvivable, even. “Can Silverwing fight, do you think?”

Jace heaves a sigh and shrugs. “I’m not sure if either of them can. Ulf will try, at least. Hopefully it won’t come to that, and Vermithor is enough to protect King’s Landing. Hugh Hammer is an inexperienced rider, but he’s brave and he’s committed. Each time I see him he’s better than he was before.”

Hugh Hammer is a bastard blacksmith, but he has more power in this war than I do. Ulf the White is an idiot and a drunk, but he’s a true Targaryen and I’m not. You rock your sleeping child in your arms, quieting the voices that flutter in your skull like bat wings. You kiss his wisps of dark curls and breathe in his warmth and newness and blood that is interwoven with yours.

“You could learn how to hate your own kind and claim the Cannibal,” Jace jokes.

You chuckle. “I don’t hate anyone.” Not here, not now.

Lady Caro arrives in the doorway carrying a tray of cinnamon tea. “I have come offering a trade,” she says, grinning, and shuffles excitedly across the room. She sets the tray down on the table by your chair and holds out her hands. Reluctantly, you surrender the baby. Lady Caro coos and beams at him as you and Jace sip cinnamon tea, sweet and loosing steam like morning mist into the air. “Surely by now you’ve made the logical decision to name him in my honor.”

“Carolei would be a very strange thing to call a boy,” Jace says.

“Caroson,” she jests.

You add: “Carogon. Carocaerys.”

“Awful!” Jace says, laughing.

“Have you been feeding the baby again?” Lady Caro scolds you. “We have wetnurses for that.”

“They get him all night. I want time with him too.”

“You’re barely even producing any milk. You’d make for a terrible goat.”

“Then I’ll nurse him for as long as I can.”

“You’ll end up with pitiful floppy breasts like mine.”

“Isn’t this what they’re for? Nourishing children, not being gawked at and tugged on by some man?”

Lady Caro turns to Jace, exasperated. “She has some disease. She can’t listen to anyone.”

He smiles. “She’s an untamable beast, I’m afraid. Burns up anyone who makes the attempt.”

Lord Corbray walks in, and nestled in his ancient arthritic hands is a sword in a sheath. There is a large heart-shaped ruby in the hilt. “Prince Jacaerys, I cannot begin to tell you what an honor it has been not only to host you and the princess here in our humble castle, but also to have a future king of the Seven Kingdoms born within our walls.”

Jace stands up straighter, as his mother would want him to. He’ll never look like the heir to the throne, like a Targaryen, but he can act like one. “We continue to be grateful for your hospitality.”

“To commemorate this happy occasion, I wish to gift you a cherished heirloom of my house. This is Lady Forlorn, made of Valyrian steel. She came to House Corbray over a century ago, and now I bequeath her to you. I hope she will aid you in your victory in this unjust war, and that all the realm will soon be at peace and under competent rulership.”

Jace looks at you uneasily; you pretend to be preoccupied drinking your tea. You ignore Lord Corbray’s slight against the Greens. You don’t have much choice, and you’ve had plenty of practice. Jace takes Lady Forlorn from Lord Corbray and unsheathes her, studying his reflection in the cold smoke-colored grey of the blade. His face is grave. Now he feels the weight on his shoulders of being not just a prince, an heir, a soldier, and a husband, but a father as well, something he himself never had in a way that was truthful and pure. You are alarmed to see tears gleaming in his dark eyes.

“Jace?” you say, touching his arm.

He regains his composure. “Thank you, Lord Corbray. I will treasure Lady Forlorn, and I will endeavor to always use her wisely.”

Lord Corbray smiles fondly at the slumbering baby in Lady Caro’s arms. Across the Riverlands, their sole surviving child, Jessamyn, is in hiding with her husband and children. At Lady Caro’s insistence, they fled from the Mallisters’ castle at Seagard in case Aemond and Vhagar descend upon it. He is still burning. A monster? you think. “I assume you’ve named your firstborn?”

You and Jace exchange a glance. You haven’t yet; you are afraid to discuss it with each other. There are so many possibilities—Targaryen or Velaryon or Strong—and none seem to be without some unspoken allegiance or condemnation. There are so few guiltless names left. But you think you know what Jace would choose if he dared to speak it aloud.

“We should name him after Luke,” you say. A boy, an innocent. A victim of a horrific accident that started this war.

Jace is surprised, but there is relief in his face too. “Lucerys?” he says, trying it out. Then he is solemn again. “It feels wrong to use the exact same name. Like I’m trying to replace him.”

“Lucerion,” Lady Caro suggests, still holding the baby. “It sounds like a prince’s name. It sounds like a king’s.”

Jace attaches Lady Forlorn to his belt and then takes the baby, obviously against Lady Caro’s will. “Lucerion,” Jace murmurs, smiling down at his son who is stirring awake and beginning to whimper. “Is that your name? Is that what we’ll call you?”

“Perhaps Luca for short,” you say from your chair, feeling drained and like you need to lie down. You’ll have to change your rags again soon, or you’ll bleed through them.

“Luca, the littlest dragon,” Jace proclaims, touching his fingertip to the baby’s puggish nose. Then he turns to you. “Did you have a nickname as a child? I always did and still do, of course. And Luke…” Jace trails off, thinking of his dead brother, murdered by yours.

You see your red bat traveling around the board; you feel the warmth of blood on your cheek. “They called me Red.”

“Red?” Jace is baffled. “Like the color?”

“There was a game we played when we were young, and my piece…” You close your eyes, not wanting to remember, not wanting to feel the weight of their absence. “It doesn’t matter. It was so long ago.” And you fear that Jace will hear the evasiveness in your voice and ask you more questions; but he is absorbed with the baby, and he has already forgotten.

Two days later Jace and Vermax fly south to King’s Landing, and you and Luca are left in the care of the Corbrays and the maids and the ghosts that haunt the drafty stone corridors of Heart’s Home, soldiers killed in the Riverlands and the Reach, women and children burned and starved, bones devoured by dragons, generations of names forgotten.

Sometimes you giggle with Lady Caro as you drink cinnamon tea in the Great Hall. Sometimes you stand in the castle rookery listening to the ravens caw and stare out into the cold mist of the mountains, wondering what is happening in the world outside. And sometimes you have Luca nestled in your arms and walk with him around your bedchamber, introducing him to the faces of the people you left in your old life, when you were called Red and you believed you could be someone like Visenya. But you never mention Aemond, and not just because there are no mosaics of him on the wall.

You wouldn’t know what to say. You wouldn’t know where to begin.

~~~~~~~~~~

You learn Jace is back when he climbs into bed just as you are drifting off one night, silver moonlight spilling in through the glass of the window, his body folding into you, his arm skating over your waist to find your hand and weave his fingers through yours. Two months have passed since he left, moons that grow full and then vanish, milk that dries up and blood that ceases flowing and rebuilds inside you for the next child, if there will be one, when there will be one. Luca is sleeping in his own room with his maids and wetnurses. Jace’s curls tickle your throat as he nuzzles into you as if he wants to disappear.

He says: “The littlest dragon is much bigger than I remember.”

“How was Helaena?”

“Troubled, as is to be expected, but in good health. Jaehaera and Maelor are well too. King’s Landing is cold some days now. I think they’ll have snow soon. The taxes, the riots, the stockpiling of food as the Reach and the Riverlands burn…it’s a disaster. Mother is desperate. She misses Luke, I think. And Baela, and Daemon. She’s lost so much weight I barely recognized her. But she was very, very happy to hear about Luca. Hopefully she can meet him soon. Although we’ll have to be careful traveling with him while he’s so small, we’ll have to ensure he’s warm enough.”

Winter is coming, you think, remembering Cregan Stark’s army under the protection of Daemon and Caraxes. “Did you see Rhaena and the boys at the Eyrie?”

“I did,” Jace admits, as if it was a fraught experience.

“And what happened?”

“Rhaena called me a traitor.”

“For marrying and fathering a son with me?”

“No, that she understands,” Jace says. “But it is treason to love you.”

You turn around to look at him in the shadows, in the moonlight. “You told her?”

“She could tell. I cannot hide it. I am a glass jar and you and Luca are the butterflies inside.” And Jace kisses you softly, his fingers hooked beneath your chin, his flesh coming alive again after so long away: managing and conciliating, lifting Rhaenyra’s spirits, pawing through the heaps of bastards in King’s Landing for dragonriders, flying on Vermax through storms and snow.

When you kiss Jace back, when your hands go to his chest and his jaw and his face, when you open his tunic so you can feel the heat of his skin underneath, you are aware that parts of you are waking up again as well. There is a dull but definite ache of lust beginning to bloom like a blood drop soaking into white cotton.

“Are you…” Jace begins. “Do you think you’re healed enough, I mean…have you stopped bleeding?”

You hesitate. “I have.” You think of your first time with him and how painful it was, the sensation of burning, of tearing, and you can only assume it will be worse now. “But I’m rather terrified too.”

“No, no, don’t be afraid,” Jace whispers, he pleads, running his fingers through your long unbound hair. “We don’t have to do that. I won’t hurt you. I’ll wait for as long as you want.” His dark eyes travel down the white nightgown that clings to your body, your breasts, your belly, and then lower. “Can I…can I try something?”

“Try what?” you ask, bewildered. Then as Jace begins to push the hem of your nightgown up over your hips to your waist, you grin and kiss him again in the dim celestial light, cool night air rushing up over your bare legs, blood surging through your arteries to where he bends low to taste you once—a long, slow, tentative drag of the tongue—and then moans quietly and pushes your thighs further apart so he can bury himself there and lick, suck, swallow down your clear mineral wetness as it pools for him.

Something isn’t quite right—not enough pressure, not the ideal angle—but it’s exquisite to be reacquainted with this side of yourself, to know you can feel this way again, insatiable and desired. When you reach to touch Jace, there is a moment when you are startled to find dark curly hair in place of silk-smooth silver, and there is a ghost in the room like a voyeur watching, and you think dazedly: If Aemond knew about this, would he kill me?

“There,” you gasp, jolting as your husband stumbles upon the perfect place and rhythm. “Jace, right there…”

He listens, he is groaning with desperation for you, and you roll into a climax that is brief and sharp and a little painful, but good. Instead of being extinguished, you are a kindled flame. You turn over, straddle Jace, and unfasten his trousers. You begin kissing your way down his belly, nipping at him, your palm kneading his hardness, and you know he wants you but for some reason when you go to take him in your mouth, he pushes you away.

“You don’t have to do that,” Jace says, alarmed.

“I know. I want to.”

“No, seriously. Stop.”

You look at him, wounded, rejected. “Jace, I’m not doing this out of obligation. I enjoy it.”

He is staring at the wall. “I just…for you to…I’m sorry, it just feels wrong.”

“I can do things you believe are only for whores and still be your wife.”

“Shh,” he says, and his voice is gentle but his face is pained. You think of something Criston once told you when you were collecting bones from the Godswood of the Red Keep: Red, it hurts your mother when you’re like this. Are you cursed to disappoint people, to repulse them, to be eternally misunderstood? “I have a gift for you.”

“A gift?”

Jace gets out of bed and fetches a small wooden box he must have brought into the room with him when you were still half-asleep. He opens the box, debates whether to reach in, decides against it and passes you the whole box instead. “I asked the castle maester to procure some while I was away…”

You squeal with delight when you see what’s inside: three black and white bats the same breed as Sapphire was, large fanlike ears and wiggling noses and small black eyes that peer curiously up at you. When you offer them your open palms, they immediately scramble into them.

“I hope they’re good ones.” Jace chuckles nervously. “I don’t really know what makes a bat suitable or not.”

“They’re perfect,” you say, smiling. “I’ll build them a roost. I’ll introduce them to Luca.”

Yet you cannot stop yourself from thinking: Aemond wouldn’t have cared if I was still bleeding.

~~~~~~~~~~

You are snuggled up with Luca in your chair by the fire, cool midday light—the color of steel, smoke, rainclouds, ash—streaming in through the windows. The baby’s eyes have turned dark like Jace’s, and his curls grow longer. He is only half-awake and blinking drowsily, his diminutive hands clasping your fingers. He doesn’t cry often, but he doesn’t smile either. Lady Caro believes he already has the temperament of a good king, a calmness, a graveness. She says: How improper would it be for him to be full of complaints or cheerfulness, the way the world is right now? No, he ought to be serious. He ought to be grateful he’s not starving or being roasted alive.

“I have some new friends,” you whisper to the baby like a secret or a myth. “They’re asleep right now. They sleep all day, kind of like you do. But then at night they come alive and they’re free, and they fly around like hawks or dragons.”

You speak for Luca, a soft bird-trill of a voice: “What are their names?”

“Good question,” you say, smiling. “Iris, Shark, and Flood. And you’ll meet them soon.” Your eyes go to the mosaics on the walls. Jace hasn’t asked you to take them down, but he doesn’t acknowledge them either, except for the mosaic you made of him that hangs by the headboard of the bed. He beams at that one and calls it fine work. “You’ll meet the people I grew up with too. Aegon will make you wood carvings. Helaena will sew you blankets. Daeron will take you on adventures. Jaehaera and Maelor will play games with you. And Mother and Criston will love you because you won’t be like me. You’ll be sweet-tempered and honorable, and when you’re old enough you’ll have a dragon to help protect us with.”

There is a knock on the doorframe; one of Luca’s wetnurses has arrived to feed him. You regret that you can’t anymore. Lady Caro was right; you’d be a terrible goat or cow or yak.

“Princess,” the wetnurse says, curtsying before she takes the baby from you. You watch her leave with him for his own bedchamber—Lady Caro has already filled it with toys and children’s books—and as soon as they are out of sight, the darkness of your losses creeps back in like spiders scurrying down the corridors of your veins and arteries, like rust growing over steel. Then you hear the rumbling of voices downstairs in the Great Hall.

You stand and swish in your gown—one of the Vale’s anemic colors, a faint dusky rose—through the hallway and down the spiral staircase of the tower. In the belly of the castle, the commotion is louder, and you sweep into the Great Hall to find men gathered around the table closest to the roaring hearth, Lord Corbray and his knights and the maester, and Lady Caro too looking on anxiously. Jace is holding a piece of parchment in his hands, presumably just delivered by a raven. He shakes his head as he reads it. Outside, snow is falling.

Lady Caro is saying: “Well you’ll have to tell her. Oh, the poor dear, as if everything else isn’t bad enough. And only the gods know where Aemond is, he hasn’t been spotted in the Riverlands for days…” Then she spies you and shoos Lord Corbray and his men from the room. They bow to you as they depart, swift little bobs of the head. They have to; you are now both the wife and mother of future kings.

“Jace?” you say when the Great Hall is empty except for the two of you and Lady Caro.

Jace’s face is stricken. Lady Forlorn hangs from his belt. The letter is still clutched in his left hand; the right grips the hilt of his Valyrian steel sword. “I’m so sorry.”

“What?” you ask, immediately horrified. Aegon dead of his burns, Daeron killed in battle, Mother executed for treason, Aemond…? “What happened?”

“You have to believe that I had no idea about any of this, I never would have given Hugh the order if I’d been there, or let Mother do it—”

“Jace, please tell me.”

Aemond, Aemond, Aemond??

Instead, Jace says absurdly: “It’s Helaena.”

You stare at him. “Helaena isn’t a warrior.”

“No,” he agrees. “But she got to Dreamfyre somehow and tried to escape the city.”

“Alone?”

“Yes.”

That’s impossible. She wouldn’t leave Mother and the children. “No, she couldn’t have, she—”

“She took flight,” Jace insists. “And my mother sent Hugh Hammer after her on Vermithor.”

Vermithor was supposed to be mine, you think numbly. “And Helaena, she…she was…?”

Jace is trying to keep his voice steady; his dark eyes gleam, begging you not to hate him. “Dreamfyre attacked when Vermithor flew close to her. She wasn’t an especially aggressive dragon, but she was large and formidable, and she fought to defend her own life and that of her rider. Vermithor ripped out her throat, though Hugh was burned to death in the saddle. Then Vermithor flew eastward, and no one knows where he is now. Dreamfyre crashed to the earth, and Helaena with her. Their bodies were found on the beach outside the Red Keep.”

She can’t be dead. She never hurt anyone. She just wanted to be with her creatures and her family. She embroidered my blankets with red bats, she put ladybugs into my open palms. “Why would Helaena try to run, why would she do that?”

“I don’t know.”

You think nonsensically, as you have no way of knowing this: Because she was trying to stop something terrible from happening. “I told you to give her more freedom. And that freedom allowed her to sneak away to the Dragonpit.”

Jace reaches for you. “This isn’t your fault—”

“All of it ismy fault!” you shout at him, and Lady Caro shrinks away and covers her mouth with her hands. “If I’d had Vermithor, the Greens would have been unstoppable! And Rhaenyra never would have tried to claim the throne, and Aemond wouldn’t have been sent to Storm’s End, and Luke and Jaehaerys and Baela wouldn’t have died, and Aegon wouldn’t have been burned, and Aemond wouldn’t be destroying the Riverlands, and Helaena would still be alive, but instead I’ve always been useless!”

“You aren’t useless,” Jace pleads.

“Not normal enough to be a good wife or daughter, not extraordinary enough to have a dragon!”

Again, Jace tries to touch you, to soothe you. “Please don’t—”

You fling his hands away. “What was our marriage for if not to stop this from happening?! To end the dying, to protect the people we have left?” You whirl away from him and flee from the Great Hall, the castle, yourself. Behind you, Lady Caro is comforting Jace with soft tenderness you’ve never been capable of.

“Let her go, my prince,” she is counselling. “Give her a moment to grieve…”

You throw open the first door you pass and trudge out into the snow, no fox fur coat, bare feet. The cold stings and then your skin goes numb and it doesn’t bother you anymore. The icy mountain wind tears at your hair, flowing in long waves like the women of the Vale wear it, delicate and feminine, pretty and powerless. Tears cascade down your face; currents of red magma scorch your throat. When you close your eyes, you see the yellow butterfly that was once Helaena’s game piece.

She never hurt anyone. She never did anything wrong.

Now you are under the shadows of the soaring pine trees, their green needles so thick you cannot see the grey of the sky.

She never met Luca.

You gaze up into the branches, covered with tufts of white snow and icicles like fangs, and you have the overwhelming, ravenous feeling that you need to go home. You don’t belong in the Vale. The Vale almost killed you when you were a child, Aemond’s hands shoving you into a rushing stream freckled with ice.

And then all at once—like you’ve been hit, like you’ve been stabbed with a blade—you are flying high above the castle and the wind is raking over your cheeks, but it is not your face but Aemond’s, half-blind and half-scarred, torrential red waves of a sea of blood in his skull.

He’s here, he’s here—

And if he’s able to see through your eyes that you are outside in the forest…

The castle!!!

You bolt through the trees back towards Heart’s Home, your bare feet leaving tracks in the fresh powdery snow that is nearly up to your knees, and you stumble out of the shadows just as Vhagar soars overhead and unleashes her flames on the castle, wood burning, stones collapsing, people inside shrieking as they incinerate. You’re screaming for Aemond to stop, but he does not hear you and he does not see you either, he is high above in a place you’ve never been and never will be, he is flying, and he is hearing only devastation and he is breathing in its dark, intoxicating smoke, and as Vhagar swoops by the stable and it bursts into an inferno—horses galloping loose and engulfed in fire, dead but not knowing it yet—you run into the crumbling castle.

“Jace?!” you shout, but the air is full of smoke and the sounds of wood cracking and stones caving in are deafening. You feel blindly for the spiral staircase that leads up to the tower where your and Luca’s bedchambers are located. From the part of the castle that was once the Great Hall, you can hear Lord Corbray and Lady Caro screaming as their skin blisters and sloughs away and their flesh is cooked and their bones are charred black, and when the flames reach their lungs the screams go quiet. You cannot think about them. You don’t have any time; you must think of Luca and Jace. “Jace!” you bellow through the smoke.

And then there is a weak reply: “Here.”

You follow it into the stairwell. Parts of the wall have been blasted away; you can see the pine forest outside, the cold barren sky, the Mountains of the Moon. Jace is halfway up the steps, slumped against the fractured wall and pinned there by stones that have rained down on his legs. His bones must be broken; his face is bloodless and his curls matted to his forehead by sweat. His right hand fumbles futilely for the hilt of Lady Forlorn. Now, dimly, you can hear Luca crying.

Jace rasps as he stares vacantly up at you: “I tried to get to him. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Jace, I can do it.”

“I love you.”

“I’ll be right back.”

You climb over him and chase Luca’s wails up the staircase. Vhagar is back, and the ruins of the castle tremble when she roars, and you feel the heat of her flames radiating up through the floor. You lose your footing and clamber up the last few steps on your hands and knees, then manage to stand again and careen into Luca’s room. Half the roof has collapsed; a wetnurse is sprawled on the floor and half-buried in fallen stones, blood hemorrhaging out of her mouth and ears. You grab the baby out of his cradle and quickly bundle him in his blanket patterned with blue dragonflies. His tiny hands grasp at your face and your hair as you rush back down the spiral staircase to help Jace. Smoke needles your eyes; you and Luca are both coughing as you try to clear your lungs.

You reach Jace and kneel beside him, holding Luca in your left arm and using your right to try to roll the stones off Jace’s legs, but he’s not helping you.

“Jace, please, we have to go now,” you say, but when you look at his face he’s not there. His dark eyes are glassy, his chest doesn’t rise and fall with the tide of air.

He’s gone, you think. Like Father, Luke, Jaehaerys, Baela, Rhaenys, Helaena. And you are struck by an excruciating pang of fondness for Jace more forceful than anything you ever felt for him when he was alive, and you cannot leave him here. He was your husband, he was Luca’s father. And he loved you. He must have. He said it over and over again.

“Jace?” you sob. But outside Vhagar is still flying—the gales churned up by her wings gust into the jagged holes in the castle walls—and she could be coming back, she could be returning to burn you, and Jace is dead but the baby is still alive.

You clutch Luca to you as he cries and you race down the steps, following the smoke-filled, twisted passageway. The heat is suffocating, the sounds of a dying castle engulfing, Heart’s Home turned into a graveyard, into a shattered skeleton, charred and cursed like Harrenhal. You crash through the door at the base of the stairwell and into the ground level of the castle, and you are almost out—

Something ignites, something explodes, and stones from the castle wall you are feeling your way along rip out of their centuries-old mortar and collide with you. Your ribs crack, you are thrown to the floor, but even as you scream and claw your way out of the rubble you don’t let go of the baby. You force yourself upright and stagger with Luca towards a gaping chasm where there was once a wall. There is a tremor like an earthquake. Outside, Vhagar must be landing.

Now you are in the snow again, bare feet and a gown covered with soot and wreckage. The baby isn’t crying anymore. When you glance down at the blanket he is swaddled in, the white space between the blue dots of dragonflies is turning red with blood.

Blood?

You can’t look. You can’t allow yourself to feel it; it will consume you until there is nothing left. The last vestiges of the castle are crumpling. Across the field, Vhagar is devouring Vermax’s small, broken corpse, crushing his bones in her massive, monstrous jaws.

Blood??

Aemond’s footsteps are behind you, crunching in the snow. His cloak cracks in the frigid wind like the sails of a ship. His words are full of dark, euphoric, lethal triumph, a high like nothing he’s ever known, not even when he claimed Vhagar, not even what he imagined he would feel on your wedding day when you’d be bound to each other with fire and blood in the tradition of Old Valyria. “I said I would find you, and I did.”

You hear your own voice as if from a very far distance, lightning strikes miles away but moving closer. “You killed him.”

Aemond is puzzled. You are supposed to be happy. You are saved, you are home. “Killed who?”

“He’s dead, and there will never be another. Not like this one. Jace was his father, but Jace is gone. You killed him too.”

And you turn to face him, and Aemond sees what you are holding in your arms, and only then does he understand.

[norapretzel]

I wake up in my bed. My room is the darkest it has ever been, and I cannot find my phone to turn on my flashlight. I stand up and make my way towards where I know the light switch is, when I find it, it does not work. I open my door.

I walk into the rest of the house. The house is the darkest it has ever been. It is silent, I cannot hear anyone. I try to call out up the stairs, but my voice does not make noise. I start panicking. I try to scream as loud as I can, and try to run for my parents bedroom. I make it up the first set of stairs to the living room.

I wake up in bed. My room is the quietest and darkest it has ever been. I know I'm dreaming now, and despite the fact that I hit the point of lucid dreaming, I cannot wake up. I roll out of bed, trying to scream, to speak, anything. My voice makes no noise. This time, I make it halfway up the stairs to my parents room. None of the light switches exist anymore.

I wake up back in my room. My room is still pitch black, and my bed makes no noise when I roll over. This time, when I call out, I make a tiny noise. I can hear someone upstairs. I believe I'm out of my dream as I stand up and walk towards the door. As soon as I grab the handle-

I wake up in my bed. My room is pitch black and dead quiet.

I will be stuck in this loop for a long while. Sometimes I will find my dad, but I'll wake up right after asking him for help. Sometimes I won't even make it out of bed before I feel my eyes open again and I'm back in it. It is the only nightmare I get stuck in now. I grew up with night terrors and learned how to either change genre of dream to reverse the terror, or wake myself up. Usually, all it takes is maybe like 10 seconds of nightmare time for me to go full lucid and wake myself up.

Sometimes, when I "wake up" in my bed in this nightmare, I try so hard to pry my eyes open. I can feel my real eyelids flutter but nothing can wake me up. My current record is about 17 loops before the dream let me go. By the end, I know I'm stuck in a dream, and no matter what I do I can't even change the smallest detail.

When I finally wake up, in my real bed, the first thing I do is turn on my lights and leave the room. Depending on the time, I sometimes go finish sleeping on the couch in the living room.

This is now my only nightmare, and I have it about once a month on average, sometimes more. I have learned how to end every reoccurring nightmare except this one, and usually lucid dream now to the point of changing dreams whenever I get bored.

There is never anything else in the house with me, and the only person I have ever seen is my dad, but he doesn't always appear, and he never can help me, if he tries I just restart the loop again. I can no longer sleep in the dark without white noise or another person with me, because waking up to a silent dark room now gives me panic attacks.

These nightmares started about 4 years ago I think? And are only ever in my current bedroom of my current house.

rb with your most common recurring theme in your nightmares. mine is pregnancy

[boysbeware2]

all the old tptm girl journal entries w the new (if anyone wants to see them again and compare them)

please proceed with caution as many of these could be upsetting to read

disposable girl (jordyn)

(old)

i cant fucking stand this. i try so goddamn hard to make friends, to be attractive to people, to be even somewhat appealing to them etc etc. it never works. i thought it would get better the older i get. thats what i was told. guess what! i was fucking lied to!!! im alwasy left out of EVERYTHING i never get invited to shit and my own friends ignore me all the time. everyone looks at me weird. i cant go in public anymore im so fucking terrified of everyone. nobody fuckinf wants me, man. im so close to doing something stupid i feel so gross and ugly and dumb i should actually just die id be doing everyone a favor LOL

(new)

man, i havent been on here in forever. the internet is kind of dumb. what is there to say? my friend group celebrated our outpatient graduation anniversary the other day, that was pretty nice. we’re all trying to figure out housing stuff, nora’s been helping with that. freyja + mayra + kairi found a place already (how are they so responsible??) and the rest of us are trying to find places near them so we can visit more often. i never expected to have such a big group of friends. if you told me 2 years ago that i’d be living like this, i wouldn’t believe you. it’s still surreal to me. i’m not sure what i did to deserve them. same goes for my girlfriends. i don’t wanna say who just yet, we’re still figuring things out, but i’m just so thankful for them. i feel so lucky to have a second chance at life. i really didn’t believe people when they said it would get better, and then it did. how funny…..

irreverent girl (kairi)

(old)

I do not want God to see me anymore. I do not want anymore eyes on me. This is near unbearable. I have no one to turn to. My mother is in the church. Many of my friends are in the church. They would tell me to find hope through Christ. They would tell me to pray to Him. They would tell me that He will save me. He must not remember He made me, and if He does, He simply does not care. I know this is unbecoming of me, and I don't mean to be dramatic. I am simply depressed, nervous, and I cannot tell what's real and what isn't anymore. I know I'm supposed to hear God speaking to me, but I do not, and I am tired of straining my ears. I just want to see a doctor. I want some kind of tangible solution. I do not want to pray anymore. Praying hurts. I only do it when I am afraid, but I am afraid much of the time. I don't want to be unheard anymore. I do not want to hold out hope for someone who does not act like they're there. I am hurting. I am hurting. I am hurting. Belief is hurting me. The idea of God is hurting me. I need an out. I am hurting.

(new)

When I have a job and money and I can move away from my shitty Mormon parents

splitter girl (tahira)

(old)

theres something so broken in me thats beyond saving. so i dont know why i keep trying to be saved. i meant to kill myself when i was 18. i didnt. all ive wanted to do lately is kill someone or something. i havent. im too much of a pussy to plan anything concrete, no matter how much i hate everyone around me. no matter how much i get off to videos of people dying or how much i love cutting myself i cant actually take action against other people. i am fucking purposeless. i was born from evil and i will always be evil and i cant even live up to that. i hate myself i hate myself i HATE myself and the universe hates me too. i dont know what to fucking do at this point. i talked to one of my friends about wantingto die and they said smthn about hospitalizing myself. maybe. i dunno. i dont know what else there is for me/. my eyes are fucking burning from lookign at my computer for so long adn not getting any goddamn sleep. i am not a good person. i dont think i can be helped but i just dont wanna fucking keep goign to school and being around people and pretending like everything is norma;l. i cant keep doing it. what the fuck is wrong with me whagt happened. why cant i be loved or feel love for other people when did something change in me that switched the aggression and affection parts of my brain. im hyperventilating ill be back. maybe

(new)

getting myself onigiri from this one good boba place 2nite bc im 8 months clean…… its the little things~ ^^

fainéant girl (freyja)

(old)

i know i dont hate being disabled... i just hate being disabled in a society that makes existing difficult... but sometimes i really just dont want to be disabled anymore. i dont want my family to lecture me about how i could be helping out more, or how i should get a job. i dont want teachers to keep asking me whats wrong or the fuckin uni counselor to try to get me hospitalized. i dont want to be in so much pain anymore, to feel so exhausted that i cant even do so much as prepare food for myself, let alone do anything meaningful or fulfilling. its not fair. i shouldnt have to stay inside and sit in the dark all day,. i should be able to have friends. to talk to people and to go out with them and to feel like i am alive. its lonely and traumatic to suffer through this and on top of that no one around me understands, and they never fully will. i am tired of trying to justify my existence to everyone, to explain the pain that i am in and why i shouldnt have to experience it. i know the problem isnt me. i know i live in a world that isnt built for me. but if the world cant change then sometimes i truly feel that i should just stop living in it. my lifespan is already shorter than everyone else's anyways. what difference does it make

(new)

my qpps didnt seem to appreciate me playing Alien Kids Alien Rap for them. Do they even love me

caliber girl (nora)

(old)

唉～It is 3 AM and I should go to sleep but I can’t. I have a work zoom meeting early in the morning and I gotta hit the gym also because I haven’t done leg day in like… weeks. Oh well, it doesn’t even matter. My value is depleting but I don’t think I care anymore. The turnaround date for my code is also in a couple of days and I haven’t made any progress. I keep getting the same error and I’m too tired to figure out what’s wrong. I might get fired at this rate LOL(笑). If that happens, I think I’ll just consider ending it all. Not that anybody will miss me. God I sound so weak and pathetic right now. When did it get like this. How did it get like this. I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’ve been through worse before and this is nothing. Ugh, why is it so hard to breathe? My chest hurts and I feel like something is wrong but I don’t know how to make it go away. Should I call someone about this? No. No one is awake or around to help. I’ll be fine. I’ll just sleep it off. Shake it off… shake it off…

(new)

My Tamagotchi beeped during a meeting fml

chocolate box girl (morgan)

(old)

i thought i was doing better but i cant stop thinking about them. their touch, their interests, their smile, everything. the worst part is that i miss them, after all of what they've done to me. i was 13. i dont even feel justified calling it rape since our relationship was so muddy... they never yelled at me or was angry at me, they just got so sad when i tried to speak my mind, and got all my friends to hate me when we finally broke up. i never said no so i feel like im insulting actual survivors by feeling violated. i wasnt even trying to get into a relationship with them, it just happened... i feel like everyone around me wants me in the same way they did, even though im an adult now and i dont even try to make myself appealing. i wish i could trust people not to take advantage of me, and i feel disgusting and selfish for feeling like everyone has ulterior motives of getting me to fall in love with them, or worse. that's so self centered of me. i dont know how long i can keep doing this

(new)

girl help i cant stop looking at anime figures on japan yahoo auctions !!!!!

taxidermy girl (mayra)

(old)

I don't remember ever not having a sex drive, is that normal ? I was born and then it was all downhill from there, something happened to me sexually i think, I don't know what happened, because I don't remember much, but something happened and I was beaten for it and yelled at and my mother hated me, and now I am an adult and I try to have sex, and I'm not there mentally, even if my body is participating, I feel like I am in the past again, being beaten and yelled at . I want to keep trying, I want to have fun, to feel safe in someone else's arms, to reach the heights of pleasure, but my mind scares me so much, I haven't been able to eat anything today because I feel so horrified by my body . If I was good I would have been born as a nonsexual being, no parts, no desires, no instincts, a blank slate, too empty to be enjoyed . Do you know what it feels like, to have your mother tell you people want to sexually abuse you when you are a child, and then to be made fun of by your peers for being so ugly, to have your middle school and high school classmates joke about how much they don't want to have sex with you ? I am illicit and undesirable at the same time, I am everyone's last option, I am nothing and still too much, rotting deer meat on the side of the road . I wish I had been born as something beautiful and pure, I wish I could start over, that whatever that initial sin was had never been committed .. I want to start over

(new)

Went to a kink event the other night and everyone was so nice … The low lights were fucking with my vision so one of the hosts helped me navigate the place . I ❤️ you random disabled ally with a pup mask on

chemical girl (joy)

(old)

LMAOOOOO im too angry and miserable to be around. i think i just need to give up at this point because theres clearly like. something broken inside me that cant be fixed. that has 2 be it because i try to talk and i just sound cold, i try to make a joke and it comes out overly edgy and unfunny, i try to be like everyone else but its too much. i cant even be a collection of the positive traits i see in others, i try to replicate it and it comes out warped and wrong. im either fucking enraged or in abject misery or way too happy and nobody can keep up with me. the thing is i dont even blame them. i wouldnt want to be around me either. do u know what thats like? being someone you wouldnt want to know? i keep hoping that one day ill wake up and suddenly be normal, the mood swings will be gone and everyone will like me and i wont do stupid shit that pisses them off. but i know that day isnt coming. theres no hope for me and i want to say sorry to everyone who has ever had the misfortune of knowing me but i know it wouldnt do anything. theres nothing i could ever do to make myself right

(new)

i need to convince my gf to take me to Round One again soon

refraction girl (nataana)

(old)

i don't want to do this anymore. i'm going somewhere better

(new)

talked with my psych and i’ll be starting TMS soon, it’s some thing where they put magnets to ur brain and it’s supposed to treat depression.. trying to temper my expectations bc i’ve tried so many treatments that just do nothing for me, but i’d be lying if i said my hopes weren’t riding on this. i want to confidently say i’m glad to be alive. i feel like i’m getting closer to that

nurse parallel/machine girl (xiomara)

(old)

I am so excited... Tomorrow my experimental outpatient treatment plan begins!!! I'm beyond delighted. I have complicated feelings about my DID being in remission, but it's nice to feel stable enough to be in charge of something this big, and to not have terrible gaps in my memory anymore. I still don't remember everything that happened to me, but maybe I don't need to. At this stage of my life, I feel content. I can confidently say everything was worth it. I want to help others feel that way, too. I think I can.

(new)

I’m meeting up with a new friend tomorrow… I feel nervous, but it’s a good nervousness, I think!

[mythalism]

the timing of someone apparently shitting on me for being a veilguard hater on some remote corner of tumblr is so funny because i was actually just in the shower like an hour before listening to the atonement ending suite and thinking about the things that i love about veilguard after almost 2 months of marinating on it, so apologies for destroying my reputation as a certified HATER!!!!!!! but i actually wanted to share these earlier so im still going to. i think its interesting especially because ive seen a lot of people that hate these same things about the game, but my opinion has stayed the same. its also interesting because OVERALL the more i think about veilguard the more i dislike it, but for these certain aspects, the more i think about them the more i love them.

THAT FUCKING SONG!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!! even two months later i get choked up listening to it. and guys....... i dont listen to lost elf anymore. like i just dont even think of it. thats not to say trevor morris isnt the greatest of all time, and the atonement ending song relies heavily on lost elf. i know. but my favorite parts of the atonement song are not even lost elf!!! overall i missed trevor deeply, i did not like the veilguard soundtrack. i even turned the music volume to 0 at some points because it felt like nails on a chalkboard to me (ghilannain fight music made me want to d*e). HOWEVER. this is supposed to be positive. and if you ask me to choose lost elf vs atonement theme... im choosing atonement theme. every time. the way it adds to lost elf is wonderful. it gives me chills. it is so haunting. i will never tire of it. I LOVE THIS FUCKING SOOOOOONG. i also love the dread wolf song. so honorable mention to that one.

i love the solavellan ending. i know people hate it but nothing i have seen has convinced me to abandon my love for it. it is the best ending we could have possibly gotten in a game where the veil stayed up. and yes obviously i think the veil should have come down. but my IDEAL ending would have been veil down, rook takes over the mantle of dread wolf, solas and lavellan give up their mortal bodies and become spirits together and ascend to the fade. and honestly thats pretty much what happens, just without the veil. i love the mythological fairy tale vibe. i love the bittersweetness. i love that it is both tragic and hopeful. i love that it is vague enough to leave the future open. i love that the devs refuse to confirm where exactly in the fade they are. i love the sigyn loki eros psyche parallels. i love the maker and andraste parallels. could it have been built up to better? absolutely. but thats an issue with the build up, not the ending. i thought solas was going to die and we were going to watch the light go out of his eyes as lavellan held him and sobbed. it is so much more hopeful than i expected. i love that we get to redeem him through the power of love. i love that lavellan forgives him. i love that they survive. I LOVE IT!!!! and i love it the more i think about it. ive tried to hate it because i understand the perspective of people who didnt like it, but i literally cannot make myself dislike it.

i love the solavellan ending scene itself. i love how inky creeps in through the door. dont ask how she got up there its fine. i love how she sneaks up on him. i love that she comes up those stairs and it parallels the prologue scene with varric. i love that she has a zinger ready for him. "even if those you have wronged asked you to stop?" oh its so fucking good. i love his pathetic defeated "vhenan". i love that he rejects her again. i love that he apologizes but stays true to his goals. i love that it takes something beyond lavellan and the modern world to finally crack him. i love the way he looks at mythal like a kicked puppy. i love the way he cannot meet her eyes. i love the way he crumples and sobs and we see a completely different side of him that I NEVER FUCKING EXPECTED TO SEE IN A MILLION YEARS???? i love mythal's coldness and frankness as she releases him. i love that she doesn't apologize. i love how fucked up and messy it is. i love how it speaks to their entire relationship being fucked up and messy. i love that it has given me so much to chew on about what the fuck was going on with them. i love the way lavellan kneels so she can see his face. i love that she speaks in elvhen (even if the translation leaves something to be desired). i love that its all in the hallelujah cadence. i love that he assumes she wont come with him. i love that she has to chase after him one more time. i love his fucking tear mesh. i love his face when he looks at her. i love that their scene is wedding coded. i dont love the kiss but im trying to be positive and its tiny in the grand scheme. i love her hand on his shoulder as they step into the fade. i have a few complaints about the scene but none of them are enough to cheapen my enjoyment of it.

i fucking love fragment mythal. obviously. but seriously. i love the scene where you get her approval its one of my favorites in the entire game. i love that its hard to get her approval. i love that she fucking kills you if you piss her off. i love her lines. "after he killed the swamp witch. AND WEPT." BITCH!!!! and "you are a thousand years from knowing the correct words" or whatever. I LOVE HER. i love how fucking nasty she is. i love how she has clearly been stewing in resentment for thousands of years. i love that she is rude and proud and haughty. i love that she'd be looking down her nose at you if she wasn't like 5 ft tall. i love the way she falls backwards off the ledge with her arms out and closes her eyes to transform into a fucking dragon. i love her condescension. i love the decapitated wolf statues in the background. i love the note from felassan that reveals solas made her an entire island for herself. i love that she reveals that he put her there. i love that he could not bring himself to visit her even once. ohhhhh my god it makes me dizzy. talking to her was a moment where the game felt like dragon age to me.

i love my lavellan in this game. did i want WAY more of her? yeah. and i expected more. but every moment we got i loved. the first scene with her is mostly whatever its appropriately formal for her meeting a stranger. but the way she stutters when talking about solas? when asking rook to give him a chance by using the wolf statue to learn more about him? the way she looks down and to the side as she says it? banger. masterpiece. the act 3 conversation makes me have to lay down. i can barely even talk about it without foaming at the mouth. i love her characterization. i love that she orders rook to tell her something like she has gotten used to the power of her title as inquisitor. i love her subtle desperation to have her hope for him validated cloaked under her inquisitor mask. i love how it begins to crack as the conversation goes on and she gets lost in the memories of him. i love her sincerity. i love the way she speaks bluntly and unapologetically of her love. i love her facial expressions and her furrowed brow. i love how confident and self assured she is. "or maybe im the prideful one, imagining his broken heart so that i do not have to face my folly; that i loved someone who made such terrible mistakes. that i might love him still" IS MY FAVORITE LINE IN THE ENTIRE GAME. perhaps. PERHAPS. in all of dragon age. yes im serious. its that insane to me. it feels like shakespeare wrote it. im only half kidding. i was rolling on the floor of my bedroom when i heard it. it still gives me chills. i love that her lines are in the hallelujah cadence. i love the way she talks about their relationship. i love how she is angry and indignant about his lies to her but that does not infringe upon her love. i love when she says "how could i have fallen in love with a god and not known? why didnt he tell me?' i love how sure she is that she knows the true solas. i love every word out of her mouth. i love all of it. that is my favorite scene in the game. i love when she shows up with dorian in the end. i love "is there any chance, any chance at all that he'd listen to reason?" i love her face when she says it. i love "speaking from the heart, inquisitor?" i love when dorian asks if shes heading out afterwards and she says "something like that" BE SOOOO FRRRR. SHE WAS FUCKING SCHEMING. there was not a moment that she was on screen that i did not love.

overall, i am happy with solas in this game. this one is last because its the weakest because i do criticisms but overall, i think it was fine LOL. my biggest worry was that they were going to completely woobify him and make him above reproach and erase the negative sides of him in favor of making him MORE sympathetic to new players. the fact that we got the opposite is crazy, but i vastly prefer it. id rather have him be too villainous than robbed of his complexity to be more palatable. that would have fully ruined the game for me. so the fact that we got to see him being an absolute prick little shit who betrayed us TWICE was wonderful. i loved being betrayed. i love the scene where he puts rook in the regret prison. i LOVE how he appears behind rooks shoulder in flashes and the player can see him but rook cant. i love how he circles rook like prey. i love how he does that cunty little thing with his hand over the dagger. i love that he taunts rook. i love that he doesnt actually take the dagger from them and instead waits for it to fall into his hand. its so immortal trickster god. i love that fucking scene. i love the "by my hand" line and how he looks you in the face as he manipulates his words so expertly. i love his banters with the companions. i looooooooved listening to him beef with elgar'nan. it felt so HIM. i was like YES!!!! THIS IS THE DREAD WOLF I WANTED TO MEET!!!! i was screaming during that quest. anyway. i wanted more of him. yeah. i dont really care that much that the companions and general story is weirdly unsympathetic to him. because it obviously didnt work!!! LMFAOOO 72% people still decided to redeem him so whatever! hes still pookie. im just so glad they didnt make him boring and lame. all my issues along this vein revolve more around the veil than solas, so i consider it a separate issue. i loved seeing mean nasty cunty trickster god.

ok in retrospect this list isnt that long KJHREGKJERG. however all of these things are very important to me so the fact that i love them is essential. like i truly got what i needed out of this game. i criticize it a lot but i would have done that even if the game was a 9/10 for me. i do it to literally everything i love. except fmab because its above reproach. but literally everything else. i was writing essays criticizing the percy jackson books on tumblr when i was 15. i have been criticizing dragon age online for 5+ years. veilguard aint special in catching my heat. critical analysis is in my soul. anyway i wanted banger solavellan ending that i could chew on for years and i got it. thats all i needed! ok now going to go listen to atonement ending suite again and transcend into the astral plane

[wildsaltair]

y’all don’t understand I need to BITE his ribcage

[aismallard]

This is part of a larger problem where people will take reactionaries at their word.

To hear about incels and them professing their issues are rooted in them being "involuntarily celibate", and then starting to discuss ways to make them not celibate anymore is playing by their rules.

When people who are anti-trans say their concern is "protecting women's spaces", you cannot start debating about whether trans people are a threat or not. When a racist says his concern is "maintaining law and order", the response is not to argue about whether non-white people are responsible for crime. And I sure hope to god you recognize that a fascist insinuating antisemitism as the cause of "societal decay" or whatever does not mean you need to meet them and start debating the jewish question.

You never gotta hand it to them. Investigate what they are actually saying, what they actually believe, and attack their bigotries at their core. Recognize that even though fascists use euphemisms to cover up their real beliefs, those beliefs need to be exposed and condemned all the same.

[lost-romantique]

Now that I think about it...

Stolas really fucked himself over in the romance department, like seriously and genuinely fucked himself over in the romance department.

Stolas, our neurodivergent ex-Prince literally manipulated the entirety of Hell into thinking he was some "mastermind" that used an imp to do his bidding...

As a result, the moment he was banished, Stolas found himself in the bottom of the barrel, and an object of scorn hellbornes can openly inflict their resentment towards.

Stolas (no offense) cannot protect himself, let alone take care of himself without using what he's always known to his advantage (money, power, influence).

Because like, even if there was a situation where Stolas doesn't want to be with Blitz anymore romantically, platonically, or whatever...

He somehow found himself in a situation where he has to rely on Blitz in some way shape or form, or at the very least, rely on his connections...

Because no one is better qualified to care for Stolas right now than your:

Ex-situationship who just so happens to be a very skilled assassin

Your ex-situationship's employees who also happen to be very skilled assassins (who you for some reason don't know the name of yet)

Your ex-situationship's connections with the King of Lust's boyfriend

Your ex-situationship's connections with the Queen of Gluttony (that for some reason is really chill with the guy after he beat her at her own game)

Your ex-situationship's ex girlfriend that threw a hate party dedicated to hating his ass but has somewhat made amends with (possibly)

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Irresistible Cravings

Lalisa Manoban ( lisa )

10k words

part one here

The cravings, Lisa cannot resist.

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Y/N’s eyes gleamed with a devilish intent as he presented Lisa with his twisted proposition.

“If you want to cum, pet, then you’ll have to video call your dear old dad and do it right in front of him. Or, you can wait until I give you permission. The choice is yours.”

Lisa’s eyes widened in horror at the suggestion, her face flushing with a mix of shame and unbridled arousal. The thought of exposing herself to her father in such a depraved manner was both terrifying and thrilling. But the ache between her thighs was becoming unbearable, and she knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.

With a shuddering breath, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay, Y/N… I’ll do it. Just… please, don’t make me wait any longer.”

Hands trembling, Lisa reached for her phone, her heart pounding in her chest as she dialed her father’s number.

Y/N snatched Lisa’s phone and tossed it aside, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh, did you really think I’d let you off the hook that easily, pet? No, I was just joking. You’re not going to cum tonight – not until I say so.”

He resumed his teasing, dragging his fingers along her sensitive skin, eliciting a desperate whimper from Lisa. Her body ached with unfulfilled desire, the promise of release dangled just out of reach.

“Please, Y/N daddy,”

She begged, her voice thick with need.

“I can’t take it anymore. I need to cum, I need you inside me. Don’t do this to me.”

But Y/N remained unmoved, his touch taunting and relentless. Lisa knew that she was at his mercy, and the thought only served to heighten her arousal. She would endure whatever torment he had in store, if only he would eventually grant her the release she craved.

As the night wore, Y/N torment of Lisa only grew more brutal and relentless. He teased and taunted her mercilessly, denying her the release she craved with every fiber of her being.

Lisa’s body trembled with a mix of unbridled desire and utter desperation. The ache between her thighs was maddening, a constant reminder of the pleasure that lay just out of reach. She strained against the bonds that held her, whimpering and pleading for Y/N to take pity on her.

But Y/N was unyielding, his touch both tantalizing and cruelly withholding. He dragged his fingers along her sensitive flesh, eliciting sharp gasps and moans from Lisa’s lips, only to pull away just as she neared the edge of ecstasy.

The hours ticked by, and still Y/N refused to grant her the release she so desperately needed. Lisa’s pride had long since crumbled, replaced by a shameless hunger that consumed her every thought. She would do anything, say anything, to earn the sweet release she craved.

As the clock stuck midnight, Lisa’s body was wracked with tremors, her mind clouded by a haze of lust and torment. She knew that Y/N held all the power, and she was powerless to do anything but submit to his twisted whims. The night was still young, and she could only imagine the depths of depravity he had yet to explore.

As the bonds holding Lisa’s wrists were finally released, she let out a shuddering gasp of relief. For hours, she had been at Y/N’s cruel mercy, her body aching with unfulfilled desire. Now, with her hands free, she instinctively reached down to touch herself, desperate to find the release she had been so ruthlessly denied.

But Y/N stepped back, observing her with a critical eye.

“Not so fast, pet,”

He murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

Lisa froze, her fingers hovering just above her throbbing sex. She knew better than to defy him, even in her current state of desperation. Slowly, she withdrew her hand, her eyes pleading with Y/N to take pity on her.

“Please,”

She whispered, her voice hoarse from hours of begging.

“I need to cum, Y/N. I’ll do anything, just… please, let me have it.”

Y/N’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he studied her, drinking in the sight of her trembling, aching form.

“Hmmm, I suppose you’ve suffered enough for one night,”

He mused, his tone laced with amusement.

“Very well, pet. You may cum. But only when I say so.”

Y/N placed his hand firmly on Lisa’s throbbing pussy, his eyes narrowing as he barked the order.

“Don’t you dare cum, pet. Not until I say so.”

To his surprise, Lisa’s body went rigid, the familiar tremors of impending release suddenly subsiding. She bit her lip, her hips stilling as she fought against the overwhelming urge to let go. The Lisa who would have shattered at the slightest touch now held herself in check, obeying Y/N’s command with a discipline that bordered on the superhuman.

“Good girl,”

Y/N purred, his fingers tracing lazy circles against her sensitive flesh.

“You’re learning. Now, let’s see how long you can hold out…”

Lisa’s eyes squeezed shut, every muscle in her body straining with the effort of denying herself the climax she craved. She was at Y/N’s complete mercy, her own pleasure now subservient to his whims. The thought both terrified and exhilarated her, fueling her determination to prove her worth as his obedient little slut.

Y/N’s hand came down hard against Lisa’s sensitive flesh, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. She flinched at the stinging sensation, but forced herself to remain still, determined not to break under his relentless torment.

“Look at you, pet,”

Y/N sneered, his fingers tracing lazy circles around her throbbing pussy.

“So desperate to cum, yet you hold it back like a good little slut. I wonder how long you can keep this up?”

Lisa’s body trembled with the effort of restraint, her hips bucking slightly against his touch. The ache between her thighs was maddening, but she knew better than to disobey his command. She would prove her worth, no matter how much it cost her.

“Please,”

She whimpered, her voice thick with need.

“I need to cum, Y/N. I’ll do anything, just let me have it. I need you so badly…”

Her words trailed off into a strangled moan as Y/N’s fingers dipped lower, teasing her sensitive folds. Lisa’s resolve wavered, but she clung to it desperately, determined to earn his approval.

As Y/N removed his throbbing cock from his boxers and placed it tantalizingly close to Lisa’s face, her eyes widened with a mix of desire and trepidation. The mere sight of his impressive length sent a shiver of anticipation through her, the ache between her thighs intensifying.

Instinctively, Lisa’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, her gaze fixed hungrily on Y/N’s pulsing shaft. She yearned to wrap her lips around him, to feel him stretching and filling her mouth. But she dared not move without his permission, her earlier display of obedience still fresh in her mind.

“Please, Y/N,”

She whispered, her voice laced with desperation.

“Let me taste you. I need to feel you inside me, in every way possible.”

Her hands twitched at her sides, aching to reach out and stroke him, to coax forth the release she craved. But she held herself in check, knowing that any disobedience would only prolong her torment. Y/N regarded her with a cruel smile, clearly reveling in her helpless state.

“Oh, you’ll get what’s coming to you, pet,”

“But first, I want to see just how much you can take.”

Y/N placed his throbbing cock against Lisa’s face beautiful face, but sternly ordered her not to dare bring out her tongue. To his amazement, Lisa remained utterly obedient, her gaze fixed hungrily on his shaft as she fought the urge to taste him.

“Good girl,”

Y/N purred, his voice dripping with filthy appreciation.

“Look at you, so desperate for my cock, yet so perfectly obedient. I’m impressed, pet.”

Lisa’s body trembled with the effort of restraint, every fiber of her being yearning to wrap her lips around him. But she held herself in check, determined to prove her worth as Y/N’s loyal submissive.

“Please,”

She whispered, her eyes pleading.

“I want to serve you, Y/N. Let me show you how much I crave your cock. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Y/N chuckled darkly, clearly reveling in her utter submission.

“Oh, you’ll get your reward, Lisa. But first, I want to see just how much you can take.”

Y/N saw that Lisa was becoming almost inhumanly addicted to his cock, and he decided to use that to his advantage. He began teasing her mercilessly, brushing the tip of his throbbing shaft against her lips, her cheeks, her neck – anywhere but where she craved it most. Lisa’s eyes followed the movement of his cock hungrily, her mouth watering with the need to taste him. She whimpered and squirmed, desperate to feel him fill her, but Y/N remained cruelly just out of reach.

“Please, Y/N,”

She begged, her voice thick with need.

“I need you inside me. I’ll do anything, just let me have it. I’m yours, completely yours.”

Y/N chuckled darkly, clearly reveling in her utter desperation.

“Oh, I know you are, pet. And I’m going to enjoy every second of making you suffer for it.”

With that, he passed the tip of his cock against her lips, teasing her, taunting her. Lisa’s tongue darted out, desperate to catch even the smallest taste, but Y/N pulled away just before she could make contact. The cycle continued, Lisa’s need growing more and more intense with each passing moment. She was completely at Y/N’s mercy, and she knew it – a fact that only served to heighten her arousal.

Y/N brought his throbbing cock closer to Lisa’s dripping pussy, a taunting smirk playing on his lips.

“Does this little pussy of yours need a cock in there, hmmm?”

He asked in a filthy, teasing tone.

Lisa’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the heat radiating from his shaft, so tantalizingly close to where she needed him most. Her hips bucked involuntarily, aching to be filled by his impressive length.

“Yes, Y/N,”

She whimpered, her voice thick with desperation.

“Please, I need you inside me. I’ll do anything, just take me, use me, make me yours!”

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, fighting the urge to reach out and guide his cock to her entrance. She knew better than to defy him, her pride and pleasure now completely at his mercy. Y/N chuckled darkly, clearly reveling in her utter submission.

“OH, don’t worry, pet. I plan to make you mine, in every way possible.”

As Y/N moved away with his tantalizing cock, Lisa couldn’t hold herself back. Desperate for any contact, she crawled after him, only to find that he was heading into the bathroom. Her heart sank as she realized he was simply going to relieve himself, not continue their torrid encounter.

Undeterred, Lisa followed him into the small bathroom, her eyes locked hungrily on his half-hard shaft. The thought of him urinating filled her with a twisted sense of longing – she wanted to taste him, to feel him in every possible way.

“Y/N, please”

She begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Let me serve you. I need to feel you, to please you. Don’t shut me out now.”

Her hands reached out, trembling with need, as she tried to grasp his cock. But Y/N quickly batted her away, a stern look crossing his features.

“Down, pet,”

“You’ll get your turn, but first I need to take care of this.”

Lisa whimpered in frustration, but she knew better than to disobey. Reluctantly, she sat back on her haunches, her eyes fixed hungrily on Y/N’s every movement as he relieved himself. The sound and sight of his urine hitting the water only served to heighten her arousal, and she ached to taste the salty liquid.

When he was finished, Y/N turned to her, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Well, now that that’s out of the way, what shall we do next, hmm??”

Y/N’s grip on Lisa’s hair tightened, pulling her face roughly towards his crotch. The musky scent of his cock and the lingering odor of his urine filled her senses, making her head spin with unbridled desire.

“This your oxygen now, pet”

Y/N growled, his voice dripping with dark amusement as he hovered his throbbing shaft on her nose opening.

“Breathe it in, let it consume you. You live for this cock, don’t you?”

Lisa’s eyes fluttered shut as she inhaled deeply, her body trembling with need. The smell was both intoxicating and humiliating, but she craved it like a drug. This was her purpose, her reason for being – to serve Y/N and his magnificent cock.

“Yes, Y/N”

She whimpered, her voice thick with desperation.

“I live for your cock. Please, let me have it. I’ll do anything, just don’t keep me waiting any longer.”

Her tongue darted out, desperate to catch even the smallest taste, but Y/N pulled away, denying her the release she craved. The cycle of torment continued, Lisa’s mind and body consumed by an all encompassing need for her master’s touch.

Y/N’ eyes gleamed with cruel delight as he gazed down at Lisa.

“You love my cock so much, don’t you, pet? Well then, I have a special treat for you.”

He produced a large, powerful vibrator, pressing it into Lisa’s trembling hands.

“Since you can’t have the real thing right now, you’re going to have to make do with this. But remember – you’re still not allowed to cum. I want you to fuck yourself on this until I say otherwise.”

Lisa’s eyes widened, a mix of anticipation and trepidation crossing her features. The thought of denying her own release, even with the vibrator, was maddening. But the knowledge that Y/N was in complete control only served to heighten her arousal.

With a shuddering breath, Lisa positioned the vibrator at her entrance, slowly easing it inside. The sensation was exquisite, but she forced herself to move at an agonizingly slow pace, determined not to disobey Y/N’s command.

“That’s it, pet,”

Y/N purred, his gaze fixed hungrily on her every movement.

“Show me how much you crave this pleasure, but don’t you dare let go.”

Lisa’s hips rocked in a steady rhythm, the vibrator filling her in a way that was both satisfying and utterly frustrating. Her body ached to climax, but she held herself in check, knowing that Y/N’s wrath would be far worse than this torment.

Y/N words cut deep, ‘its been only two days Lisa and you are already so desperate for my cock, what was happening with you and Eli was he not giving you cock?’, striking a nerve within Lisa. She hesitated, a flicker of shame crossing her features as she considered Eli and their relationship.

“Eli… he’s been wonderful, truly.”

She admitted, her voice soft.

“But you’re right, I’ve been craving your cock relentlessly. I don’t know what’s wrong with me – I should be satisfied with Eli, but all I can think about is you and your magnificent shaft, your torment, your touch.”

Lisa’s eyes fell to the vibrator still nestled within her, a fresh wave of need washing over her.

“Eli does his best, but he just can’t compare to you, Y/N. I’m utterly addicted to you, to your touch, your scent, your taste. I need you in a way I’ve never needed anyone before.”

She met Y/N’s gaze, her expression a mix of shame and unbridled desire.

“Please, Y/N, I’m begging you. Take me, use me, make me yours. I’ll do anything, just don’t leave me waiting any longer.”

Y/N expression darkened as he regarded Lisa with a mixture of disgust and amusement.

“You’re stupid cheating slut, aren’t you?”

He spat.

“Don’t tell me you actually cum with that pathetic excuse of a boyfriend, Eli. You’re nothing but a bitch in heat, aren’t you? You can’t even control yourself when I so much as touch your pussy.”

Lisa’s face flushed with shame, but she couldn’t deny the truth in his words. Eli had always been attentive and loving, but he simply couldn’t satisfy her the way Y/N could. The mere thought of her boyfriend’s touch paled in comparison to the all – consuming need she felt for Y/N’s domination.

“You’re right,”

She whispered, her gaze downcast.

“Eli tries his best, but he’ll never be able to give me what I truly crave. I’m utterly addicted to you, Y/N. Your touch, your scent, your cock – it’s all I can think about. Please, don’t make me go back to him. I need you, I need this…”

She trailed off, her hips rocking against the vibrator still buried within her, desperate for the release she had been denied.

At Y/N’s command, Lisa immediately began to frantically fuck herself on the vibrator, her body reacting with desperate need. She moaned out

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,”

Her hips bucking and grinding against the pulsing device as waves of pleasure washed over her. Lisa’s face was flushed with arousal, her eyes half-lidded as she lost herself in the sensations. The vibrator filled her in a way that Eli’s gentle touches could never match, and she craved the intensity of Y/N’s dominance.

With each thrust, Lisa’s cries grew louder, her desperation palpable. She was utterly at the mercy of her own desires, unable to find release without Y/N’s permission. The ache between her thighs was maddening, but she dared not disobey his orders.

“That’s it, pet,”

Y/N purred, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

“Show me how much you need this. Show me how much you crave your daddy’s cock.”

Lisa’s movement became more erratic, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her climax. She was a slave to her own lust, and Y/N reveled in her utter submission.

Y/N pulled out his throbbing cock, dangling it tantalizingly in front of Lisa’s face. She could practically feel the heat radiating from his shaft, her mouth watering with the desperate need to taste him.

“Look at this, pet”

Y/N taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement.

“This is what you crave, isn’t it? This is the only thing that can truly satisfy you.”

Lisa’s eyes were glues to his cock, her body trembling with unbridled desire. She ached to reach out and wrap her lips around him, to feel him pulsing against her tongue. But she dared not move, knowing that any disobedience would only prolong her torment.

“Please, Y/N,”

She whimpered, her voice thick with need.

“I need you so badly. Let me have it, let me serve you. I’ll do anything, just don’t keep me waiting any longer.”

Y/N chuckled darkly, clearly reveling in her utter desperation. He brushed the tip of his cock against her lips, teasing her, taunting her. Lisa’s tongue darted out, desperate for even the smallest taste, but Y/N pulled away just before she could make contact.

Y/N yelled

“Bitch I know very well that you need it so badly, and that’s why I will take full advantage of your need and will tease you, torment you, break you in ways that are nonrepairable.”

Y/N’s words sent a shiver of anticipation and trepidation through Lisa. She knew deep down that he would stop at nothing to exploit her desperate need for him.

“Yes, Y/N,”

She whimpered, her voice trembling.

“I’m yours, completely. Do with me as you will – tease me, torment me, break me. I don’t care, as long as I can serve you.”

Lisa’s body ached with the need to be touched, to be used. She craved the pain and pleasure that only Y/N could provide, even if it meant her own destruction.

Slowly, she removed the vibrator, letting it fall to the floor with a dull thud. Her eyes remained fixed on Y/N, silently begging him to take her, to claim her as his own.

“I���m ready,”

She breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Use me, Y/N. Make me yours, no matter the cost.”

Seeing the anger flash across Y/N’s face, Lisa immediately understood she had made a grave mistake. Terrified, she began trembling uncontrollably. Quickly, she slid the vibrator back inside her aching pussy and started bouncing on it slowly, her movements desperate and erratic.

“Please, Y/N, forgive me,”

She whimpered, her voice laced with fear and arousal.

“I need you so badly, I couldn’t stand the emptiness. Let me show you how much I crave your cock. I’ll be such a good girl, I promise.”

Her hips rocked against the vibrator, the sensations both maddening and exquisite. Lisa’s eyes were wild, her gaze fixed hungrily on Y/N, silently begging for his approval, his touch, his release.

“Fuck me, Y/N”

She moaned, her words dripping with desperation.

“Use me, break me, do whatever you want. I’m yours, completely yours.”

For the next three hours, until the early morning hours, Y/N exerted complete control over Lisa. He forced her to continuously fuck herself on the vibrator, denying her the release she craved with every fiber of her being.

Lisa’s body moved in a desperate rhythm, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. Yet, no matter how close she came to the edge, Y/N refused to let her climax. Her cries of frustration and need echoed through the room, her desperation palpable.

“Please, Y/N,”

She begged, her voice hoarse from hours of moaning.

“I can’t take it anymore. Let me cum, please! I’ll do anything, just make me yours!”

But Y/N remained merciless, his grip on her orgasm unwavering. He watched with sadistic delight as Lisa’s body trembled, her muscles clenching around the vibrator, desperate for release. The cycle of torment continued, Lisa’s mind and body consumed by an all encompassing need for her master’s touch.

As Y/N drifted off to sleep, leaving Lisa alone and trembling, she was acutely aware of the vibrator still buzzing relentlessly inside her. The intensity was maddening, her body aching with the need for release, but Y/N’s order still echoed in her mind – she was not allowed to cum, no matter how desperate she became.

Lisa’s hips rocked against the vibrator, her movements growing more erratic by the minute. Sweat beaded on her brow as she fought against the overwhelming sensations, her muscles clenching around the unyielding device. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to let go, to give in to the blissful oblivion of orgasm.

But she dared not disobey Y/N. The fear of his wrath, the knowledge that he held complete control over her, kept her from succumbing to the pleasure. Lisa was trapped in a torturous limbo, her mind and body at war with one another.

“Please,”

She whimpered, her voice barely audible.

“I can’t… I need to cum, Y/N. Please, let me…”

But her pleas fell on deaf ears, ass Y/N remained asleep in his slumber. Lisa was utterly alone in her suffering, forced to endure the maddening sensations until her master designed to grant her release.

As the torment continued for the next 2-3 hours, Lisa’s body was pushed to its limits. Her hips rocked against the vibrator relentlessly, the intense sensations threatening to shatter her resolve. Sweat poured down her face, her muscles quivering with the strain of holding back her climax.

Just when she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore, Y/N finally stirred from his sleep. Lisa’s eyes snapped to him, her expression a desperate plea for mercy. The clock on the wall read 9 a.m – she had endured this torment for hours, and her body was screaming for release.

“Y/N, please,”

She whimpered, her voice hoarse from her cries.

“I can’t… I need to cum, I need it so badly. Please, let me have my release. I’ll do anything, just make the pain stop.”

Her hips bucked against the vibrator, the sensations almost overwhelming. Lisa was teetering on the edge, her mind and body consumed by the need for Y/N’s permission to finally let go.

As the vibrator’s intensity reached its peak, Lisa let out a desperate, guttural moan. Her body trembled uncontrollably, every nerve ending alight with searing pleasure. Yet, the release she craved remained tantalizingly out of reach.

“Y/N, please”

She begged, her voice cracking with raw need.

“I can’t hold back any longer. Let me cum, let me be yours!”

Her hips bucked and ground against the vibrator, the sensations bordering on agony. Lisa’s mind was consumed by an all-encompassing desire, her sense of self dissolving into pure, unadulterated lust.

“Not yet, my sweet girl,”

Y/N purred, his gaze burning with dark amusement.

“You’ve been such a good girl, but I want to see more. Show me how much you need this, how much you crave your release.”

Lisa whimpered in desperation, her body betraying her as she continued to ride the vibrator. Every fiber of her being ached to climax, to feel the sweet release wash over her. But she dared not disobey Y/N, even as her sanity teetered on the edge.

“I’m yours, Y/N,”

She gasped, her words punctuated by ragged breaths.

“Use me, break me, do whatever you want. Just please, let me cum!”

Y/N expression softened slightly as he gazed down at the trembling Lisa. He gently caressed her cheek, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“My, my, you’ve been such a goof girl, haven’t you?”

“Bearing all this torment just to gain my trust. I’m impressed, pet.”

Lisa leaned into his touch, her eyes half-lidded with desperate need.

“Please, Y/N”

She whimpered.

“I’ve been so loyal to Eli, but all I can think about is you. I need you, I need your cock. I’ll do anything to prove my devotion.”

Her hips rocked against the vibrator, the sensations bordering on agony.

“Use me, break me, make me yours. I don’t care about Eli anymore – all that matters is serving you.”

Y/N’s grip on her face tightened, his expression darkening.

“Is that so, pet? Then prove it to me. Show me how much you crave my cock, how much you need to be broken.”

Lisa’s body trembled with anticipation, her mind consumed by the prospect of finally being claimed by her true master.

As Y/N pressed special button, the vibrator’s intensity increased exponentially. A crew sensation overcame Lisa – it felt as if a warm, wet tongue was licking and caressing her most sensitive areas. She let out a strangled cry, her back arching as the overwhelming pleasure threatened to shatter her.

“Y/N!”

She gasped, her voice thick with desperation.

“What is this? It feels so… so good!”

Lisa’s hips bucked and ground against the vibrator, the new sensation driving her wild with ecstasy. The vibrations, combined with the simulated tongue, pushed her closer and closer to the edge of release. But still, she dared not disobey Y/N’s command.

“Please,”

She whimpered, her eyes pleading.

“I need to cum, I need it so badly. Let me be yours, let me serve you. I’ll do anything, just make me yours!”

Her body trembled with the effort of holding back, the pleasure bordering on agony. Lisa was utterly at the mercy of Y/N’s sadistic whims, her mind and soul consumed by an all-encompassing need for his dominance.

Y/N observed Lisa’s desperate struggle with a mix of amusement and dark fascination. Her body writhed and trembled, aching for the release he denied her, while her mind remained steadfastly obedient to his command.

“Look at you, pet,”

He purred, his fingers trailing along her flushed cheek.

“Your body is dying for it, isn’t it? Begging to be claimed, to be broken. Yet your mind remains loyal, denying yourself that sweet release.”

Lisa whimpered, her hips grinding against the vibrator in a futile attempt to find her climax.

“Please, Y/N,”

She gasped, her voice ragged.

“I can’t take it anymore. Let me cum, let me be yours. I’ll do anything, just make the pain stop.”

Y/N chuckled, clearly reveling in her torment.

“Oh, but you will, my dear. In due time. For now, I want to watch you suffer, to see how long you can hold out before you break.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

“You’re the perfect toy, Lisa. Your body and mind are so deliciously at odds. I can’t wait to see which one will win in the end.”

Lisa’s eyes widened in alarm as Y/N demanded Alice’s number. She hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

“Why do you need her number? Y/N? What are you planning to do?”

Y/N’s expression darkened, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

“I want to show her the final moments, pet. The moment when your mind and body are finally at war. I want her to see the end of your precious loyalty to Eli.”

Lisa’s heart raced, torn between her loyalty to her boyfriend and her overwhelming desire to submit to Y/N’s twisted whims. She knew that once she gave him Alice’s number, there would be no going back. But the thought of Y/N breaking her completely, of proving her mind’s ultimate defeat, was too tantalizing to resist.

Trembling, she recited the number, sealing her fate. Y/N’s grin widened as he dialed, ready to unveil the climatic conclusion of Lisa’s torment.

As Alice’s concerned voice came through the line, Y/N turned the camera towards Lisa, who was struggling against her own body’s desperate need for release. She moaned and panted, her hips grinding relentlessly against the vibrator as her mind fought a losing battle.

“Look, Alice,”

Y/N purred, his voice dripping with sadistic glee.

“Your precious Lisa is at war with herself. Her body craved the sweet release I deny her, while her mind clings to her loyalty to Eli. It’s a delicious sight to behold.”

Lisa’s eyes were wild, her expression a mix of ecstasy and anguish. She wanted nothing more than to give in to the pleasure, to let Y/N claim her completely. But the fear of disappointing Eli, of betraying his trust, kept her from succumbing.

“Please, Alice,”

She gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Help me… I can’t… I need to cum, but I can’t disobey Y/N. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorrryyy…”

Her body shuddered, the vibrator’s relentless stimulation pushing her to the brink of madness. Lisa was trapped in a cruel limbo, her mind and body at war with one another, with Y/N as the ultimate puppeteer.

Y/N turned to Alice, his expression filled with cruel amusement.

“You see, Alice, your precious Lisa is lying. Her mind may cling to my orders, but her body is denying to cum. So, what would you suggest she do? Obey her mind and deny herself the release she craves, or give in to her body’s desperate need??”

Lisa’s eyes were wild, her expression a mix of anguish and longing. She knew that Alice’s response could determine the outcome of this twisted game, and she waited with bated breath for her manager’s decision.

As Y/N gently pushed Lisa onto the bed, her legs spread wide, shefelt a surge of trepidation and anticipation. He handed her the phone, allowing her to speak with Alice, while his hands slowly trailed up her inner thighs.

“Alice,”

Lisa breathed, her vloice trembling.

“I don’t know what to do. My body is aching for release, but my mind…”

She broke off, biting her lip as Y/N’s fingers brushed against her sensitive flesh.

“Tell her pet. Tell her what you really want. Don’t lie to yourself, or to her.”

Lisa’s gaze flickered between the phone and Y/N’s darkened eyes. She knew that her decision would have lasting consequences, but the need coursing through her body was becoming unbearable.

“Alice…”

She whispered, her resolve crumbling.

“I… I need to cum. I need Y/N to claim me, to break me. I’m sorry, but I can’t fight it anymore.”

Alice’s expression darkened with a devilish grin as she peered through the video call. Her voice dripped with mAlice as she addressed Y/N.

“Make her cum like the crazy bitch she is. Break her to the point where she can’t be repaired. I want to see her shattered beyond recognition.”

Lisa’s eyes widened in mix of fear and excitement on hearing Alice words she was feeling grateful that Alice said those things. As Y/N’s fingers traced tantalizing patterns on her inner thighs. She knew there was no going back now – her loyalty to Eli had been irreparably shattered by her overwhelming need for Y/N’s domination.

Trembling, she parted her legs further, silently begging for Y/N to take her, to claim her as his own. The vibrator continued its relentless assault, the sensations pushing her closer and closer to the edge of madness.

“Please”

“Use me, break me, make me yours. I can’t fight it anymore. I need to cum, I need you to destroy me.”

Y/N lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned in, his fingers finally making contact with her most sensitive areas. Lisa’s back arched, a guttural moan escaping her lips as the pleasure threatened to consume her.

“As you wish, pet,”

Y/N purred.

“Let’s see how far I can push you before you shatter completely.”

As Y/N began sliding the vibrator in and out of Lisa’s pussy, she let out a series of desperate moans and cries. The sensations were overwhelming, pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. Trembling, Lisa turned her gaze to the phone, locking eyes with Alice through the video call.

“Alice, I… I don’t know what to say. Everything has spiraled so far out being in control. I’ve betrayed Eli, but I did it for him, to clear his debt. But I can’t fight this anymore. I need to cum, I need Y/N to break me.”

Her hips bucked against the vibrator, the pleasure bordering on agony.

“Please, Alice, understand. I’m so sorry, but I have to do this. I have to give in to my desires, to let Y/N claim me. I can’t go back, even if I wanted to.”

Lisa’s expression was a mix of shame, desperation, and raw need.

Lisa’s face lit up with a bright, relieved smile as Alice’s reassuring words reached her through the phone. The knowledge that her manager would stand by her, no matter what, filled her with a sense of joy and security – even as she found herself reduced to a mere plaything for Y/N’s twisted desires.

“Oh, Alice,”

She breathed her voice thick with emotion.

“Thank you, thank you so much”

Her hips bucked against the vibrator, the sensation eliciting a strangled moan from her lips. Y/N continued his relentless ministrations, his gaze burning with dark amusement as he watched Lisa’s resolve crumbling.

“You see, pet?”

He purred, his fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on her inner thighs.

“Your loyalty has been rewarded.”

Lisa nodded, her expression a mix of trepidation and anticipation. With Alice’s support, she was ready to surrender herself to Y/N’s twisted desires, no matter the cost.

For the next 2 hours, Y/N continued his relentless, merciless torment on Lisa’s pussy, denying her the release she craved constantly. Lisa’s body writhed and trembled under his touch, the sensations bordering on agony, yet she endured it with a mix of anguish and ecstasy.

Through it all, Alice remained on the video call, bearing witness to Lisa’s unraveling. Her expression was a curious blend of concern and dark fascination, as if she too was captivated by the spectacle unfolding before her.

“That’s it, pet,”

Y/N purred, his fingers expertly manipulating the vibrator.

“Cry for me, beg for your release. I want to hear you shatter.”

Lisa’s cries echoed through the room, her voice hoarse from the strain. Yet, she refused to give in, her mind clinging to the last vestiges of her obedience to Y/N’s order, even as her body betrayed her.

“Please”

She whimpered, her gaze flicking between Y/N and the phone.

“I can’t… I need to cum, I need it so badly. But I can’t, I won’t betray your order. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

Her hips bucked and ground against the vibrator, the sensations threatening to overwhelm her. Lisa was trapped in a cruel limbo, her mind and body at war with one another, with Y/N as the ultimate puppeteer.

At precisely 12 pm, the relentless torment Lisa had endured for the past 12-13 hours finally came to a sudden halt. Y/N abruptly placed his hand directly onto her sensitive, aching pussy, and the intense stimulation was enough to push her over the edge.

Lisa’s back arched as a guttural, primal scream of ecstasy tore from her throat. Her entire body convulsed and trembled, wave after wave of shattering climax washing over her. The pent-up tension and desperation that had been building inside her exploded in a cathartic release, her mind going blissfully blank.

“Y/N!”

She cried out, her voice cracking with raw emotion.

“Fuck, yessss! Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”

Her hips ground against his hand, chasing the exquisite sensations that threatened to consume her. Lisa had never experienced anything like this before – the pleasure was so intense, so all-encompassing, that it bordered on pain. But she craved it, needed it, like a drowning person gasping for air.

Through it all, Alice watched in stunned silence, her expression a mix of horror and fascination. She had borne witness to Lisa’s unraveling, and now she saw the final, devasting result – her precious star reduced to a quivering, orgasmic mess, completely at the mercy of Y/N’s sadistic desires.

As the intensity of Lisa’s earth-shattering orgasm began to subside, she slowly came back to her senses. Her body still trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, but a sense of clarity returned to her mind. Gazing up at Y/N, Lisa’s expression was one of pure gratitude.

“Thank you,”

She breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Thank you for letting me cum, for giving me the most incredible experience of my life.”

She reached up, her fingers tracing the contours of his face with reverence.

“I never knew pleasure could be so intense, so all-consuming. You’ve broken me, Y/N, in the most delicious was possible.”

Lisa’s eyes shone with a newfound adoration, her loyalty to Eli seemingly forgotten in the wake of her shattering climax.

“I’m yours now, completely and utterly. Use me, torment me, do whatever you wish. I’m at your mercy, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Leaning up, she pressed a passionate kiss to Y/N’s lips, pouring all of her newfound devotion into the gesture. In that moment, Lisa had surrendered herself fully, her mind and body now firmly under Y/N’s control.

Y/N gently kissed Lisa back, savoring the taste of her lips. But all too soon, he broke the kiss, his expression turning serious.

“It’s past time now, Lisa. You should really be getting back to work.”

He glanced towards the phone, where Alice’s concerned face still peered through the video call.

“Yes, Lisa, you should come to the office. I’m sure I have some important matters to discuss with you.”

Lisa’s heart sank slightly at the thought of having to leave Y/N’s embrace, but she knew he was right. Her responsibilities as a K-pop idol couldn’t be ignored, no matter how tempting it was to stay and surrender herself to his desires.

With a reluctant nod, she began to straighten her clothes, trying in vain to smooth out the wrinkled and disheveled appearance. As she stood, she cast one last longing look at Y/N, silently conveying her desire to return to him soon.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,”

She promised, her voice soft but resolute.

Y/N gave Lisa a reassuring smile.

“No worries, Lisa. You are still Eli’s girlfriend, and you’ll always be.”

His words brought a sense of relief to Lisa’s heart, even as she was still reeling from the intense experience with Y/N. She knew her loyalty to Eli was important, and she was grateful that Y/N acknowledged it.

“Thank you, Y/N,”

She said softly.

“I care deeply for Eli, and I don’t want to betray him. But at the same time, I can’t deny what I feel for you. I’m so confused, but I know I have to go back to work now.”

Lisa’s eyes widened as Y/N’s words sank in. The agreement – how could she have forgotten? She had willingly surrendered herself to him for an entire week, in exchange for clearing Eli’s debt.

“Of course, Y/N,”

She breathed, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

“I remember now. I’m yours for the next five days, to do with ass you please.”

A smile spread across her lips as she realized the implications. The debt would be cleared, and she could return to Eli without the burden of guilt. But in the meantime, she would be Y/N’s obedient plaything, free to explore the depths of her desires without restraint.

“I’ll be the most obedient, devoted pet you’ve ever had.”

She purred, her gaze smoldering with unbridled lust.

“Use me, torment me, break me – I’m all yours.”

Leaning in, Lisa pressed a passionate kiss to Y/N’s lips, sealing her commitment. For the next five days, she would be his, and his alone. The thought sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her body.

As Lisa reached her office, she sank into her chair, her mind still reeling from the intense encounter with Y/N. Turning to Alice, she recounted the events in vivid detail, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and exhilaration.

“Alice, it was… it was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced,”

She began, her gaze downcast.

“Y/N, he… he tormented me for hours, denying me release over and over again. The pleasure was so intense, it was almost unbearable.”

Lisa paused, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

“But I couldn’t fight it, Alice. My body betrayed me, craving his touch, his domination. And when he finally let me cum, it was the most shattering, earth-shattering experience of my life.”

She looked up, her eyes shining with a newfound resolve.

“I’m his now, Alice. For the next five days, I belong to Y/N, to do with as he pleases. I know it’s wrong, I know I’m betraying Eli, but I’m doing it for him only. But besides that I can’t deny what I feel. I need this, I need him.”

Lisa’s expression was earnest as she continued explaining the situation to Alice.

“I know this is all so complicated, Alice. But I’m doing this for Eli - to save him from Y/N’s debt. It’s the only way I can protect him.”

She paused, her gaze filled with determination.

“Y/N has me for the next five days, but after that, the debt will be cleared. Eli will be free, and I can go back to him without the burden of guilt. I have to do this, Alice. For Eli’s sake.”

Lisa reached across the desk, grasping Alice’s hands imploringly.

“Please, you have to understand. I’m not betraying Eli – I’m doing this to save him. I know it’s wrong, but I have no other choice. Y/N has me under his control, and I have to play by his rules. But I’ll come back to Eli, I promise.”

Her eyes shone with a mix of determination and sorrow.

“I just hope he can forgive me when this is all over. I love him, Alice, but I have to do what I must to protect him. Please, say you understand.”

Alice listened intently as Lisa explained the situation, her expression growing more understanding with each passing moment. When Lisa finished, Alice gave her hands a reassuring squeeze.

“Lisa, I know this is all so complicated, but I support your decision. You’re doing this to protect Eli – that’s the most important thing. You have to do what you must, and I’ll be here for you, no matter what.”

“Go to Y/N for the next five days. Let him his way with you. Do whatever it takes to clear Eli’s debt. I know it’s not easy, but you’re strong, Lisa. You can get through this.”

She offered Lisa a small, encouraging smile.

“When it’s all over, Eli will understand. He loves you, and he’ll forgive you. Just focus on the task at hand. I’ll be here, supporting you every step of the way.”

Lisa felt a wave of relief wash over her. With Alice’s unwavering support, she knew she could face the challenges ahead. Squeezing Alice’s hands gratefully, she nodded, her resolve renewed.

“Thank you, Alice. I’ll do whatever it takes. For Eli, and for us.”

Lisa’s face flushed with sudden arousal as the memory of Y/N’s impressive cock flooded her mind when Alice asked about it. She turned to Alice, her expression a mix of disappointment and longing.

“Y/N’s cock is massive, Alice. I’d say it’s at least 28 centimeters long, and so thick…”

Lisa bit her lip, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the desk as she recalled the tantalizing sight.

“But he wouldn’t even let me touch it. He just used me, over and over again, with that vibrator. I wanted to feel him inside me so badly, but he denied me even that.”

Lisa’s hips shifted subtly, the ache between her legs growing more insistent. She knew she shouldn’t be feeling this way, not when she was supposed to be loyal to Eli. But the memory of Y/N’s domination was seared into her mind, fueling her desire.

“I need him, Alice. I need to feel that cock stretching me, filling me up. I’ll do anything to have it, even if it means betraying Eli.”

Lisa’s voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes shining with desperation.

Lisa’s face flushed with cuteness as she admitted to Alice,

“Yes, I do have some photos… when Y/N was sleeping, I couldn’t resist taking tons of pictures of his cock. The whole time, I was being constantly tormented by that vibrator, but I just had to capture his impressive size.”

She pulled out her phone, hands trembling slightly, and began scrolling through the explicit images she had secretly taken.

“Look at it, Alice. It’s so thick and long, I can hardly believe that it would even fit inside me. I need to feel that cock stretching me open, filling me up completely.”

Lisa’s expression was a mix of shame and desperation as she gazed at the lewd photos. The memory of Y/N’s relentless domination had left an indelible mark on her psyche, and she found herself craving his touch more with each passing moment.

Alice gazed at Lisa with a mix of concern and dark fascination. She could see the desperation etched across her friend’s features, the indelible mark that Y/N had left on her psyche.

“Lisa, you’re starting to lose yourself.”

Alice murmured, her voice tinged with lust.

“Y/N has done so much damage to your mind. But I can see it, the way you crave his touch, his domination.”

Alice leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity.

“You need him, don’t you?? You need to feel that massive cock stretching you open, filling you up.”

Her hand reached out, caressing Lisa’s cheek with a feather-light touch.

Lisa’s cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and arousal as she continued speaking to Alice.

“My heat is growing, Alice. I can’t stop thinking about Y/N’s cock, how it would feel inside me.”

She pulled out her phone again, scrolling through the explicit photos she had taken while Y/N slept. One image showed Lisa with her head beneath his massive shaft, her pussy pulsating around the vibrator that tormented her.

“Look at this, Alice. I was so desperate, so needy. I just wanted to feel him, to taste him. But he denied me even that.”

Lisa’s voice trembled with longing.

Alice’s gaze darkened with lust as she studied the lewd photos. She could see the desperation etched across Lisa’s features.

“I understand, Lisa. Don’t worry you have to go in the night back to Y/N.”

Lisa’s eyes shone with a desperate need as she showed Alice more explicit photos. In one particularly lewd image, Lisa had positioned her head between Y/N’s thighs, her mouth open in a silent plea as his massive cock loomed above her.

“Look, Alice Unnie!”

“I wanted it to look like his cockhad conquered me, that I was completely at his mercy.”

She traced the outline of Y/N’s shaft through the mobile screen with a trembling finger.

“I need to feel that power, that domination”

“I understand, Lisa. Don’t worry, you’ll be back with Y/N soon enough.”

Lisa felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. With Alice’s support, she knew she could surrender herself fully to Y/N’s twisted desires. Her body ached with need, and she couldn’t wait to feel his cock conquer her.

Lisa’s face flushed with a mix of shame and desperation as she confided in Alice.

“You have no idea, Alice Unnie. Y/N was so merciless, he tormented me for the past two days. Even last night, when my body was aching to cum, he wouldn’t let me. He ordered me not to, and I couldn’t disobey.”

She shuddered at the memory, her thighs clenching together in a futile attempt to alleviate the throbbing need between them.

“I was dying, Unnie. My pussy was pulsing, begging for release, but Y/N denied me over and over again. It was pure torture Unnie, but I love every second of it.”

Lisa’s gaze grew hazy with lust as she recalled the intensity of Y/N’s domination.

“I’m so close to breaking, Unnie. I need his cock inside me, stretching me, claiming me.”

Lisa’s eyes were filled with a mix of confusion and raw desire as she confided in Alice.

“I was so helpless, Unnie. Y/N’s orders, they were doing something to me that I don’t even understand. I was getting controlled by him, like a toy working exactly as he wants. And yet, I loved every part of it.”

She shook her head, still trying to make sense of the hold Y/N had over her.

“I don’t know how he did it, but I was completely under his spell. Every command, every touch, it was like my body and mind were no longer my own. I was his to control, his to torment, and I craved it more than anything.”

Lisa’s voice dropped to a whisper, her cheeks flushed with a combination of shame and arousal.

“I should have been able to resist, to break free. But instead, I surrendered myself to him, body and soul. And the worst part is, I don’t regret it. I want more, Unnie. I need to feel that control, that domination again.”

She reached out, grasping Alice’s hands with a desperate intensity.

“I can’t wait to go back to Y/N, to be his plaything once more. I can’t stand this ache, this emptiness, any longer. I need him, Unnie. I need him to break me, to make me his forever.”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with determination as she spoke to Alice.

“You know what, I’m not going to beg Y/N anymore. Tonight, I’m going to demand his cock. I’ll throw myself at him, begging and pleading until he has no choice but to give in to my needs.”

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“I’ll strip off my clothes, exposing my body to him. I’ll touch myself, moaning his name, until he can’t resist any longer. And then, I’ll wrap my lips around his massive shaft, worshiping it with my mouth until he’s rock hard and ready to claim me.”

Lisa’s hips shifted subtly, the ache between her legs growing more insistent.

“I don’t care what it takes, Unnie. I need that cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up. I’ll do anything, be his obedient little pet, if it means I can finally have what I crave.”

Her expression was a mix of determination and desperation.

“Tonight, Y/N will be mine. I’ll make sure of it.”

Alice watched in silent fascination as Lisa’s desperation for Y/N consumed her. A wicked smile played on her lips, delighted to see her friend transform into such a desperate, needy whore.

“Look at you, Lisa,”

Alice purred, her voice dripping with lust.

“You’re so pathetic, so helpless without Y/N’s cock. It’s like he’s completely broken you.”

She leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over Lisa’s flushed skin.

“But I love it. I love seeing you reduced to this, a slave to your own desires. And tonight, you’re going to get exactly what you crave.”

Alice’s hand trailed down Lisa’s arm, sending shivers of anticipation through her body.

“Go to Y/N, Lisa. Beg him, plead with him until he has no choice but to take you. Show him how much of a desperate slut you’ve become.”

Her grip tightened, nails digging into Lisa’s flesh.

As the day wore on, Lisa’s desperation for Y/N and his massive cock only seemed to grow. She continued sharing more and more explicit photos with Alice, each one more lewd than the last.

“Look at this one, Unnie.”

Lisa breathed, showing her friend a picture of Y/N’s shaft mere inches from her face.

“I was so close to tasting him, to feeling him on my tongue. But he denied me even that.”

Her hips shifted subtly, the ache between her legs becoming increasingly insistent.

“And this one…”

Lisa swiped to another image, this time of her bent over, her pussy pulsing around the vibrator that tormented her.

“I wanted him to take me so badly, to feel his cock stretching me open.”

Lisa’s voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes shining with raw need.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, Unnie. The way he dominated me, the way he made me his. I need to go back to him, to surrender myself completely.”

Suddenly, Lisa’s phone buzzed with a new message. Her heart raced as she saw the familiar number – it was Y/N. Quickly, she opened the message, her fingers trembling with anticipation.

“Come to me tonight, my pet. I have a special surprise waiting for you.”

Lisa felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. Y/N’s message was cryptic, but she knew exactly what he wanted. Without hesitation, she turned to Alice, her eyes shining with a mixture of fear and desire.

“He’s summoned me, Unnie. Y/N wants me to come to him tonight.”

She bit her lip, her mind racing with the possibilities.

“I have to go. I need to feel his cock inside me, no matter what.”

Gathering her things, Lisa paused for a moment, her gaze locking with Alice’s.

“Will you be there? I need you by my side, to witness my complete and utter submission to him.”

Alice gave Lisa an encouraging smile and told she would join in later.

As Lisa waited anxiously outside Y/N’s door, her heart raced with unbridled desire. The moment he opened it, she pounced, jumping into his arms and pulling him into a desperate, hungry kiss. Her lips crashed against his, her tongue darting out to taste every inch of his mouth.

Lisa’s hands roamed his body, clawing at his clothes as she tried to get closer, to feel more of him. The ache between her thighs was nearly unbearable, and she whimpered needily against his lips, silently begging him to take her, to claim her as his own.

Her hips ground against him, seeking any friction, any stimulation to ease the throbbing need that consumed her. Lisa was completely lost in her lust, her entire being focused on satisfying the craving for Y/N’s touch, his domination.

Breathless, she finally pulled back, her eyes glazed with wanton need.

“Please, Y/N,”

She panted, her voice dripping with desperation.

“I need you. I need your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up. I’ll do anything, just please, take me!”

Y/N gently kissed Lisa’s ear lobes, his hands roaming over her curves as he whimpered into her ear.

“It’s high time you started calling me daddy or sir, my pet. Yet you haven’t done so. Why is that?”

Lisa shivered at his words, her body trembling with need.

“Forgive me, daddy”

She breathed, her voice thick with desire.

“I’ve been so desperate for your touch, your domination, that I’ve been too lost in my lust to remember my place.”

Gazing up at him with hooded eyes, she continued.

“Please, daddy, let me prove my obedience. I’ll call you whatever you desire, as long ass you give me what I crave.”

Y/N’s voice took on a stern, commanding tone as he looked down at Lisa.

“Oh, so this is a business now, it it? You’ll only do something when I give you something in return? Is that so, you stupid pet?”

Lisa’s eyes widened, a flash of fear and excitement crossing her features.

“No, daddy, I didn’t mean it like that!”

She quickly stammered.

“I’ll do anything you ask, without expecting anything in return. I’m yours to use, to command as you see fit.”

She dropped to her knees before him, gazing up with a look of utter submission.

“Please, daddy, punish me for my insolence. I need to feel your dominance, to know that I’m nothing but your obedient little plaything.”

Y/N’s smirk grew cruelly as he ordered Lisa to strip naked and crawl to the bedroom like the dog she is. He emphasized that there was a special surprise waiting for her there.

Lisa’s heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement as she quickly obeyed, peeling off her clothes and dropping to her hands and knees. She crawled after Y/N, her gaze fixed on the floor, trembling with anticipation of what delicious torment he had in store.

As they reached the bedroom, Y/N suddenly stopped and brought his hand down hard on Lisa’s exposed ass, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

“Hurry up, pet. Your surprise is waiting,”

Y/N’s eyes gleamed with cruel delight as he fastened the dog collar around Lisa’s neck. The retractable rope allowed him to control her movements, turning her into the perfect human pet.

Lisa’s heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. Completely naked and on all fours, she was consumed by lust, her body aching for Y/N’s touch.

As Y/N tightened the collar, he leaned in close, whispering into her ear.

“The guys in the bedroom are going to love this presentation of yours, pet.”

Lisa’s eyes widened in shock and confusion. Guys? What did he mean by that? Before she could ask, Y/N tugged on the leash, guiding her towards the bedroom.

Y/N paused again, this time blindfolding Lisa.

“No dog should be allowed to look at her surprise until the master says so…”

He growled tightening the blindfold.

Lisa's heart raced with a mix of fear and unbridled excitement. She was completely at Y/N's mercy, her senses deprived, her body trembling with anticipation. Even before he could do anything, her pussy was already dripping with pre-cum, betraying her desperate need.

Blind and helpless, Lisa waited with bated breath, her mind racing with the possibilities of what Y/N had in store for her….

to be continued

( Btw what you guys think? What surprise do Y/N have for Lisa?? )

[monimccoythings]

Primal Instincts

I saw that in an alternate universe he, sabertooth and wildchild are feral men called the pack. And I just knew my glorious purpose. For a second I was tempted to name this like one of those supernatural romantic novels from Wattpad like "Hunted by the Alpha" or something like that lol.

tags: as gn!reader as possible (except maybe one little thing that can be ignored), feral!logan, feral!victor creed (brief appearance), feral!Kyle gibney (brief appearence), animal behavior, scent marking, non-con elements, dark!logan, small violence (reader gets grabbed by the neck).

You came for a well deserved holidays to a cottage in the middle of the Canadian woods to relax and draw the wilderness. No signal, no wifi, and the closest town is half an hour by car. Just you and nature for an entire month.

Logan smelled your sweet scent from across the wilderness. And he was immediately entraced by it. He follows the scent towards a small clearing with a wooden cottage in the middle of it. And that's when he sees you.

Oh the primal and animalistic things you make him feel, too complex and strong for his primitive brain to understand and process. You make his mouth water and his cock twitch with raw desire, that's the only thing he needs to know.

Logan starts to scent mark around your house to ward off other predators, and to warn his packmates that you were already claimed; rubbing himself against trees, rocks, and the walls of your house. He got in an ugly fight with Victor because he came too close to his liking.

Kyle tried to approach you too, mostly driven by his own curiosity instead of defiance like Victor, but a single growl was enough to make him backpedal into the wilderness.

Logan also starts to leave at you doorsteps small gifts that range from cute (some flowers he had seen you sniff earlier) to creepy (a bird you had been drawing the day before, obviously dead).

When you leave for groceries he freaks out. Are you gone?? Where?? Why?? He grows frustrated because he cannot match your car's speed. You swore you heard an inhuman howl in the distance when you were driving towards the closest town.

Logan's rage and despair know no limits while you're gone. Not even Victor dares to provoke him in the middle of his frenzy, his destructive behavior could turn the smallest hint of a challenge into a very painful death.

He feels alive again when he sees your car return. Oh? You were just in need of food? He should have noticed, you don't need to worry about it anymore, he will take care of your hunger from now on. And to make sure you never leave him again, he flattens your tires with his claws.

So he starts providing you with carcasses of his hunts, his biggest prizes, only the best for his mate. He won't eat until he makes sure you have taken a bite, which concerns him when you refuse to do so. Isn't that enough? Should he hunt for bigger prey?

Let's just say it freaks you out to open the door and find a dead deer in your porch. It's not the first time it has happened. At first you thought those "presents" as accurate as they had been to your interests, had been left behind by some stray cat, yeah yeah, totally crazy but it was the safest way of thinking. But no cat was strong enough to carry a deer like that towards your house.

Fuck holidays, it was time to leave.

The blood in your veins ran cold when you saw the flattened tires. You couldn't escape by car. Your only options was either run for an hour towards the closest town, or stay there and hope whatever was lurking in the woods, never got bored of hunting just deer.

Either option terrified you, but you couldn't stop to dwell in the pros and cons.

So you ran.

It was getting dark, and cold, and your lungs felt like they were about to explode. Yet, the thought of dying if you stopped to take a breath kept you moving forwards. You didn't stop. Couldn't stop.

Until you literally couldn't take a step further.

There, in the middle of the way, something, or better said, someone, was blocking your path.

It was a man, and what a man.

Hairy like a wild beast and built like the strongest bodybuilder. He was flanked by two other equally naked men, hidden in the shadows to not overshadow the one in front of you. They were larger than him, but lower in their hierarchy, you supposed by the way they trailed behind, with their heads lowered. Their behavior reminded you of a pack of wolves.

You took a step back. Their leader, or at least who you supposed was the leader, slightly bared his teeth at you, showing the tiniest hint of two very sharp fangs.

Your mind went blank. Your entire brain short-circuited. Despite the thinly veiled threath in his actions, you unconciously took a step back.

"No." The man rumbled in a very deep voice. It sounded rough, weird even, like that was the first words he pronounced ever. Still, that wasn't enough to make him less intimidating in your eyes.

So that's why when he took a step fowards, you turned around and run.

It didn't take long for him to catch up to you. Of course he would. He moved like a fish in water, this was his territory after all.

The worst part of wanting peace and tranquility in the middle of nowhere was that nobody could hear your screams. Nobody could hear you trashing and kicking against that wall of solid muscle's strong grip.

You fought, you fought with everything you had inside. Not even when his patience ran thin and snarled at you with a sound that was more animal than man did you stop fighting.

He pushed the door of your cottage and walked in with you struggling in his arms like he owned the place. He made a beeline towards the bedroom and dropped your body unceremoniously onto the bed, wasting no time in getting on top of you when he sensed you were about to bolt.

At least the other two hadn't followed him in. Still, you knew they were out there, lurking, watching. You didn't know what was worse.

Even when he had you pinned in the bed you refused to submit. With an inhuman roar, he grabbed your neck with his right hand and pressed you against the pillow, while from the knuckles of his left hand sprouted three metal blades that sank in the pillow mere inches to your right.

He was so close to your face you could see his sharp teeth glistening. His large erection poked insistently at your thigh. In the middle of that raging cloud of emotions that went from fear to dread, arousal was certainly one you were not expecting. It was faint, yet it was there. As if your body subconciously enjoyed being roughed up by that brute. Shame filled your body.

His hand moved to the back of your neck, where he held you firmly in place. His face lowered to your pulse point, where your scent was stronger, it was driving him crazy, he could feel himself getting dizzy with it. His mouth latched at your neck, sucking, biting, licking and nipping; he couldn't get enough. Everything in him was screaming to mark you, claim you, breed you full of his pups.

But he could smell you. You weren't ready. Not yet. He had to be patient. With a last nip at your neck, he left your trembling form on the bed, muttering a single warning before he exited the cottage.

"Stay."

Stay, because he'd be watching. Stay because he'd know if you tried to escape again. Stay because it wouldn't take him much to drag you back there with him, and next time he may not be so gentle.

Before walking back into the wilderness he made sure to leave his scent all over the cottage and its surroundings once again.

Logan hadn't expected you to resist. He would have liked you had welcomed his courtship with open arms. His instincts were screaming at him to just take you and tie you to him forever. Yet, there was a tiny voice inside his mind, thatwarned him that mating with an unwilling partner would risk their hate. And if Logan craved something, was your love and devotion.

He is a predator, he is the alpha of the pack. He is a very patient creature. He had caught the smallest flick of arousal when he had manhandled you earlier. His chest puffed out proudly. That was a good reaction. In due time, he would make you his mate and you would accept, willingly.

In the meantime, he will keep courting you, catering to your needs, proving himself worthy of your affections. He doesn't need to worry about anything else.

Because in the end, you would be his.

A/N: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORTER WHAT HAPPENED

[pompadorbz]

begging you guys to reel back on the whole "tr!baghera is tr!phil's kid" bit before it becomes serious because I cannot TAKE IT anymore

[local-hyena]

Allright allright, I think I'm ready now...

TF2 COMIC 7

Saying "I loved it" would be an understatement. It was PERFECT, the perfect ending we deserved. It's been seven goddamn years, I honestly didn't think this issue would ever be released. I started getting into tf2 only recently, about a year ago I think. I hope everyone who've been there from the beginning are happy.

This last issue gave us SO MANY THINGS ! A TIME SKIP WITH THE MERC'S FUTURE ! I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY ALL GOT THE "THEY GOT HOME AND BUILT FAMILIES AND REUNITE FOR CHRISTMAS" TYPE OF FUTURE THAT LITERALLY ALL FANFICS ARE ABOUT. SINGLE DAD SCOUT IS THE GREATEST CHARACTER DEVELOPPEMENT POSSIBLE.

WE ALSO GOT LITERALLY EVERYTHING WE WERE HOPING FOR. WE GOT UNMASKED SPY, WE GOT PAULING'S FIRST NAME, WE GOT SCOUT'S LAST NAME, SCOUT WITH AN UGLY HAIRCUT, WE EVEN GOT PYRO'S DOG AND MEDIC'S BABOON, TOM JONES IS BACK. ALSO HEAVY HAS A BEARD NOW, AND SOLDIER AND ZHANNA HAVE CHILDREN !!

there are of course still unanswered things. However, the fact that the Administrator forgot why she wanted revenge on Mann really adds to her character and the overall story. Also, it seems that Scout still odesn't know that Spy is his father, since he introduces himelf to Scout's children as Scout's coworker... Scout's ma is also noticably absent, I do not want to think about it too much, since Demo's mother is still alive, there is no reason she wouldn't be as well. We're gonna say that she's spending Christmas with another son, since she doesn't really take an important rôle in the comic... Also, as a Medic main, THERE WAS NO MEDIC CONTENT. LIKE, I KNOW THAT THE LAST COMIC WAS VERY MEDIC AND HEAVY FOCUSED, BUT STILL. I always need more Medic content 😭😭 glad to see that Archimedes is here also !

Also, Merasmus why are you so ripped 😂😂 he looks ugly as ever.

I am so very happy that Hale and Olivia both got fired from MannCo. They are finally happy now, with Hale going back with Mags fighting animals and going on other dangerous adventures.

There is ONE lats thing I need to point out. No, two things. First, I wonder what Valve will do now. Now that Team Fortress 2's story has come to an end. What will happen ? Is the game going to stop updating ? Or on the contrary will they go back to working on it ? Is there going to be a Team Fortress 3 ? Or is Team Fortress simply going to end on this perfect note ?

Finally, the ending. It took me a while to understand that the last dinner scene was adressing directly to us, the reader, the player. When I understood that, it hit le right in the heart. I cannot say that tf2 has been à huge part of my life. Like I said, I only got interested last year or so. I don't even oike the game itself that much, online multiplayer competitive FPSs are not my preferred genre. But the story, the characters and what the community makes (yes, the funny GMod machinimas and SFM movies. The memes and the serious stuff, both of them) made me learn to enjoy this universe. I must confess something. For some time, I played Fortnight with my brother. He made me try because I kept saying that I didn't like it, but I hadnd't poayed the game. After my first game, I said that I had some fun, in the end. So, he kinda forced le to play. For... idk, a few years. I do nlt remember the dates but I started the season with the Nomad skin as the ultimate reward, and stopped when there were hoverboards, or whatever they were. I didn't enjoy it because he insisted on being super competitive and was raging 90% of the time. So yeah, I hated every second of it and I vowed to not play competitive online multiplier games anymore. Which is why I absolutly refuse to play Overwatch and League of Legends. I wouldn't say that Team Fortress 2 reconciled me woth these type of games, but after watching all the Meet the Mercs and learning more about the story, I tried playing. I was a bit intimidated as to which class to choose, but after trying out several (and being very influenced by Meet the Medic), I found out that I had the most fun while playing Medic. I do nlt have a very good aim and I tend to die immediatly when I try to shoot at people. I also discovered that, playing an online multiplayer game doesn't have to be competitive. I have 9h30 in tf2, I play very casually. I do not get mad when I die or my team loses, because in the end, I just want to have fun in my own way. So, this ending hit me right in the heart

I... I almost want to print that last panel and hang it on my wall... I know, there's nothing stopping me, but I don't want my family to question it.

Anyways. That was tf2 comic issue 7. I cannot wait to see what the future will bring for our mercs !

[devildomwriter]

You Go To See A Christmas Carol Part IV

It’s intermission and it’s not going quietly, if anything it’s getting much worse even with the cops gone.

Mammon: “…”

Satan: “You’re awfully quiet Mammon…”

Mammon: “Do you guys think I love money more than people?”

Everyone: “Yes.”

Mammon: “…”

Mammon: “Ya don’t think a ghost’ll come after me though right?”

Solomon: “I can arrange it.”

Lucifer: “So can I.”

Diavolo: “That sounds like great fun.”

Mammon: “Hell no, don’t you dare! Some ghost ain’t gonna teach me a lesson or make me cry dammit!”

Belphegor: “Then why were you wiping away tears when Belle left, huh?”

Luke: “Wow Belphie you actually stayed awake?”

Belphegor: “I enjoy watching Mammon’s future play out in front of him.”

Diavolo: “Hahahaha.”

MC: “Well, I think I need a drink, where was that bar?”

Lucifer: “I’ll show you.”

MC: “Can you walk there?”

Lucifer: “I only had two beers, that’s water to me.”

MC: “If you say so.”

Diavolo: “Perhaps I’ll get a drink too.”

Barbatos: “I can fetch it for you Young Master.”

Diavolo: “Thank you Barbatos.”

Solomon: “So…”

Diavolo: “…”

Solomon: “Are we gonna prank Mammon later?”

Diavolo: “Message me.”

Solomon: “Right.”

Mammon: “You guys are being suspicious!”

Asmodeus: “I’m back! What did I miss!”

Everyone: “Asmo!”

Asmodeus: “Hey guys! I could hear most of the play, that Scrooge guy is a lot like Mammon, yeah?”

Satan: “Sadly the resemblance is so uncanny I cannot separate the two in my mind anymore. You ruined a Christmas Carol for me Mammon!”

Mammon: “What the hell did I do?”

Simeon: “Well there’s still the ending, right Satan? And I’m sure Mammon won’t be so much like the character then?”

Mammon: “Huh? Does something happen to Scrooge?”

Simeon: “I’m not going to spoil anything for you.”

Mammon: “So…Asmo. What were you up to?”

Asmodeus: “More like who was I in to?”

Simeon: “Luke let’s get some popcorn.”

Diavolo: “I think I’ll go find Barbatos.”

Belphegor: “Beelzebub let’s get some refills.”

Beelzebub: “Okay.”

Solomon: “You know I think I’d like to hear this story too.”

Asmodeus: “Ugh, they’re all such prudes! But not you Solomon.”

Solomon: “I don’t know if that’s a compliment…”

Asmodeus: “Yeah so anyway I just charmed the cops so they thought everything was fine. They were kinda confused about why they were there to begin with but they got one look at me and that’s all they needed!”

Solomon: “You didn’t charm them, right?”

Asmodeus: “Into having sex?”

Asmodeus: “Hell no. I’m not into that dubious consent stuff, not unless it’s roleplay.”

Solomon: “Well that’s all I need to know. Where are they now?”

Asmodeus: “I sent them on their way. Told them they need a vacation from all this mess.”

Solomon: “Well they’re probably not even in the city anymore if you told them to leave…”

Asmodeus: “Aren’t I so kind! I’m even sending people on vacations!”

Solomon: “Sure…”

Mammon: “Hey Asmo? Didn’t ya have some fancy necklace on earlier?”

Asmodeus: “My Devicci? What! Where is it!? Mammon you didn’t take it did you!”

Mammon: “No! I was gonna though that’s why I noticed!”

Asmodeus: “Ugh! I probably dropped it in that room! Mammon come help me find it.”

Mammon: “Why me!?”

Asmodeus: “As punishment for trying to steal it!”

Mammon: “Fine.”

MC: “Oh, hey Asmo. Where are you going?”

Asmodeus: “My necklace!”

MC: “What!?”

Mammon: “His necklace!”

MC: “…okay then. I think I’ll get a second beer in case…”

Lucifer: “You’re a lightweight we’ll start you small. You’re in front of Diavolo and Luke remember?”

MC: “Right. Can’t embarrass myself in front of him, that’d be a nightmare. You’re used to it though so you can have my beer instead.”

Lucifer: “Hold on a minute?”

MC: “The lights are blinking we need to head back.”

Solomon: “Welcome back you two.”

MC: “Where did everyone else go?”

Solomon: “They weren’t interested in hearing about Asmo’s escapades.”

MC: “Oh. So are the cops gone?”

Solomon: “They are somewhere.”

MC: “Not here though?”

Solomon: “Not those two, no.”

MC: “Okay good. I didn’t see any on the way to the drinks either.”

Solomon: “I see. It must’ve calmed down then.”

Lucifer: “Finally. I don’t want to have to deal with anything else tonight, that fiasco earlier was enough.”

MC: “Yeah. They really thought Levi was trying to trap me too.”

Lucifer: “Hehe, Levi?”

MC: “The officer guy out front was really worried about me, I didn’t mean to scare him. He gave me a line to call if I needed help, Levi took the card to look up what it was and now he’s suspicious. …Where did he go anyway?”

Leviathan: “I’ve been here the entire time, how could you not notice me?”

MC: “What? You didn’t leave when Asmo was talking about…stuff?”

Leviathan: “Did he say something weird? I had my headphones on.”

MC: “Nope…”

MC: “Okay, so everyone’s here except for Mammon and Asmodeus…”

Luke: “No! Mammon has to see the end of the play! It’s really important.”

MC: “Luke I hate to break it to you but this play isn’t gonna set him straight.”

Luke: “Aww.”

Satan: “It was getting to him though.”

MC: “We can show him the movie.”

Luke: “There’s a movie?”

MC: “Yeah, we can watch it together later if you want.”

Luke: “Yeah!”

The countdown projected onto the curtains stopped and the theatre went dark. Murmurs turned to whispers and all was quiet as the story resumed.

Meanwhile, downstairs Asmo and Mammon were scrambling.

Mammon: “It’s stupid dark down here.”

Asmodeus: “Ugh I know! We have nocturnal vision why is it still so dark!?”

Mammon: “Do we have nocturnal vision? Did we ever get that…?”

Asmodeus: “Umm, I think we do?”

Mammon: “What is this place anyway? Buncha giant—aaaaah!”

MC: “Did you guys hear a scream just now?”

Lucifer: “…”

MC: “Never mind.”

[The Ghost of Christmas Present shows Scrooge his assistant spending time with his family and crippled young son, Tiny Tim. Even Scrooge’s heart is warmed by the young boy.]

[He is then zipped to his nephew’s Christmas party. The bright home is full of giant presents and fancifully dressed guests and Scrooge begs to stay. As the day continues the ghost begins to age.]

Luke: “Ew, how did they do that with his face?”

Simeon: “Makeup?”

Satan: “I think it’s a trick of the light?”

MC: “He looks like he’s melting. Solomon, you’re so far past that stage of life.”

Solomon: “Haha, you have no proof.”

Asmodeus: “Mammon you gave me a heart attack!”

Mammon: “Th-Th-That thing…”

Asmodeus: “Huh? Ooooh, it’s the Grim Reaper, looks like a giant costume that someone stands in like a puppet! How neat!”

Mammon: “Wait? Are we in the prop room?”

Sounds of squeaking wheels echo in the room as something large is being moved.

Staff A: “Get the reaper prop ready! And dim the lights just a little, we don’t want the audience to see anything!”

Staff B: “On it! Casey come help me with this thing.”

Mammon: “Shit! Hide!”

Asmodeus: “Shh! Be quiet! What are we supposed to hide in, they’re gonna turn the lights back on.”

Mammon: “This thing, there’s a door!”

Asmodeus: “Hurry, hurry!”

Staff B: “Did you hear something?”

Staff C: “Maybe it was a ghost?”

Mammon: “G-ghost?”

Asmodeus: “I cannot believe you’re my brother, they’re talking about us, dimwit.”

[The ghost of Christmas present reveals two small deformed children, Want and Ignorance.]

MC: “Damn he just defined my whole generation.”

[The ghost laughs as he dies and fades into nothing.]

MC: “Yeah, that’s still really accurate to my generation…”

Luke: “That was amazing!”

Beelzebub: “That’s pretty sad…”

Simeon: “You have such a kind heart Beelzebub.”

Beelzebub: “He was so big. Like jelly.”

Luke: “Huh? Did you think he looked tasty!?”

[As the second ghost disappears Scrooge recoils as the third ghost confronts him looking like a grim reaper.]

[Scrooge is taken by the Ghost of Christmas Yet-to-Come through several scenes of people talking about and celebrating a man’s death.]

[Two men discuss the riches he left behind.]

[Others trade and sell the man’s things.]

[A couple rejoices that their cruel creditor is dead.]

[Scrooge begs to know the name of the dead man and is faced with his own gravestone. Scrooge pleads for his fate to be changed and promises to renounce his greedy, uncaring ways and finds himself back in his bed Christmas morning.]

Luke looked relieved unsure how this was going to play out and Diavolo smiled at the turn of events despite having seen this play before.

You grinned and held his hand choosing to relax but that was quickly changed.

Staff B: “This box is a lot heavier than I remember?”

Staff C: “Didn’t they put the toys in here or some kinda confetti canon?”

Staff B: “Oh yeah.”

Mammon: “…”

Asmodeus: “…Mammon.”

Mammon: “Yep…we’re dead.”

[Scrooge attends his Nephew’s party full of giant gifts and is welcomed inside.]

Scrooge: “I’m here… If you’ll have me.”

Nephew: “Uncle! I told them you would come!”

Nephew: “Come in! Come in! Martha the present!”

[The present burst open with confetti and a loud scream.]

Lucifer: “…”

Diavolo: “…”

Satan: “…”

Barbatos: “…”

Solomon: “…”

Simeon: “…”

Belphegor: “…”

Beelzebub: *munch* *munch*

Leviathan: “…”

Luke: “Huh!?”

Mammon: “…”

Asmodeus: “…”

Actors: “…”

Lucifer: “Hehe…hehehehe…”

Diavolo: “Oh dear.”

MC: “Umm…Lucifer…”

Solomon: “Where do you suppose he’s going.”

Diavolo: “…This isn’t going to go well…”

Mammon: “What do we do?”

Asmodeus: “Start singing?”

Without prompt, Mammon and Asmo begin trying to sing a carol in unison.

Nephew: “My it appears a few of my guests had a bit too much to drink.”

Scrooge: “You see them too?”

Nephew: “Why of course? You didn’t think you were seeing things now did you uncle? Besides I need not see them, it’s impossible to not hear such a ratchety sound.”

Mammon: “Ratchedy!? I’ll show you!”

Asmodeus: “Sweetie you were so off-tune, calm down!”

Scrooge: “Who’s that at the door?”

Nephew: “My, I don’t believe we’re expecting more guests. Perhaps carolers have graced our manor today to make up for this awful intrusion.”

Diavolo: “…”

Belphegor: “…”

Barbatos: “…”

MC: “Yep, he’s drunk.”

Dressed in the style of the cast, something he no doubt stole from another unfortunate actor lucifer walked into the scene like he belonged there.

Lucifer: “Pardon me good sirs I’ve come to collect a few uninvited guests I believe they mixed up the addresses on the invitations I sent out.”

Nephew: “Yes, please do collect your friends, I’m afraid they’re in quite the state given how horribly they’re dressed.”

Asmodeus: *gasp* “You did not just say that to me!”

Mammon: “Here we go.”

Asmodeus: “I AM fashion! You filthy peasants should be honored to lay your eyes upon me.”

Mammon: “On three?”

Lucifer: “Up you go!”

Asmodeus: “Hey don’t you dare carry me away like some drunk! I don’t care who these people are pretending to be they do not get to critique my style when they’re dressed like British hobos from the 16th century! I would know! I was there!”

The audience claps as Lucifer and Mammon carry Asmodeus off stage.

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[booklover223]

“Oh! Hey Danny!” Red Hood greets the sudden manifestation of a Teenage King slowly floating down from a Lazarus green portal. He startles because he wasn’t expecting Jason here but, heh, two birds one stone and all that. Danny was used to rolling with the punches after all.

“Hey big guy! I’ll get to you in a minute. I’m actually here for little Red.” He says as he floats over to a half asleep teen leaning over the batcomputer. Jason and Dick watch as Danny’s hand glows as he pulls out… is that a spleen?? Before he quickly plunges his hand into Tim who immediately shoots up startled, Jason and Dick taking a few steps towards the teens alarmed and shocked.

They watch as Tim gains a healthy pallor, his eyes gain a light that makes him seem alive again he doesn’t even seem to be tired anymore as he looks around the bat cave looking at Danny whose hand is still inside him. Jason sees him ask Danny a question but he and Dick are both too far away to hear it. They watch as Danny nods a small smile on his face and watch shocked as Tim tears up and throws his arms around Danny.

Danny hugs him back tightly with one arm as his other is still buried into Tim’s side, before finally pulling his hand out of their brother who slumps with relief and some other emotions that the brothers can’t name.

Danny brings Tim over to the med bay and lays him down, to the brothers surprise he passes out immediately. Danny floats over to Jason who’s flabbergasted. “What just happened??” Is all he could ask.

“Oh, I was just helping out my mentor! I think I told you about him before? His name is Clockwork! He fixes the time stream, or well,” Danny says with an eye roll and a huff “he sends me to fix the time stream. Some stuff is easier to do when you’re a halfa.“

Dick let out a hysterical laugh as he checked over Tim’s vitals (that he had rapidly hooked up to his fast asleep brother) “But what did you do to Tim?!” Danny’s eyebrows furrow as he looks between Dick and Jason.

“I’m fixing the time stream?? Did you guys not notice your brothers sudden fixation on coffee and his non-aging?? Damien is now almost the same age as him? There was a whole bunch of different time stream collisions and such I’m not getting into it it was a nightmare to fix; but the last piece of the puzzle was getting Tim’s soul firmly reattached to his body so he can finally age properly.

“He still had his soul!!” Danny states as he sees Dick start to freak out. “It just… wasn’t firmly attached to his body or this time stream. I decided why not give him back his spleen as well just to anchor him back. He’ll finally be able to age properly, though he will have a few growth spurts I guess, because his body is going to be trying to catch up with his Physical age.”

Danny rambled on a few minutes talking about timestream shenanigans that both Dick and Jason would normally live but they cannot comprehend them right now because they just realized that Tim hasn’t been growing and how did they just notice when it had to be pointed out to them??? Danny realizing he lost them decided to just come back later to check on Tim and flys off to go get a batburger, leaving the brothers spiraling. He’ll explain more later.

When Danny Phantom appears in the Batcave, everyone expects he's there for Jason. Whether to cleanse him of Lazarus water, or pull him into the afterlife it depends on the person, but what no one expects is that he's there for Tim.

Meanwhile, Danny doesn't mind dealing with some ectopoisoning while he's in the neighborhood, but the real reason Clockwork sent him to Gotham is to retether Red Robin to the time stream so he can finally age to adulthood. He has spent way too long as a teenager, and no one seems to be noticing.