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rebornofstars · 4 months ago
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nobody fucking touch me rn i went to see tf one in the cinema and im shaking. they actually made a good transformers movie. what the fuck
#time to go home and read the entirety of jro's mtmte and lost light again ig#what the FUCK i was not expecting it to be actually fucking stunning. that's MY loser dumpster fire of a children's toy franchise how did t#ey actually make it . good#really good#five out of five stars. when elita said “you dont have the touch or the power” i fucking choked#obviously it is only going to mire the canon more because of the changes to megatron's backstory (no gladiators 😔) & lack of allspark plot#but i dont even fucking care. dont even touch me rn i cant ever get over this#broken friendships & corruption arcs are THE SHIT and they did this one better than i was expecting#when pax fell like a falling star... primus itself opened to him...#ratchet cameo! arcee cameo! jazz cameo! not to mention ALPHA TRION#i can see the war in this . i can see this . millions of years in the future they will still b fighting. orion mightve been a “pacifist” by#megatron's standards but he knows how to fight. he fights more than he should. and bee.... bee... THATS MY FUCKING NAMESAKE GUYS DONT EVEN#TOUCH ME RN. IM SHAKING. HOLY SHIT#bumblebee you are SUCH a dork. what the FUCK.#and the quintessons!!!!! i am LIVING for the art direction and the organic/inorganic imagery#those quintesson energon-hoover things reminded me of energon eaters too. & in that first shot of them entering the cave w the primes i#originally thought scraplets before i came back to myself. there's something to be said here tho.#they did a good job with the worldbuilding. suitably alien-like. exceeded expectations. that ginormous quintesson ship? i'm going insane#you can SEE the birth of the myth in this stupid fucking movie you can SEE how op becomes who he becomes. the way he grew. the way they bot#grew until they were the only person that could hold the other back . the way he is going to be irreversibly changed. d16's eyes...#that scene w starscream has a chokehold on me. i cant breathe. the way they all looked at megatron when his blaster emerged#the fight scenes#ELITA ONE !!!#AIRACHNID !!!!#honest to god though i must confess that the first coherent thought i had about this movie was “oh they made him so cunty” . abt pax. i#am so sorry#but okay okay okay i . they were amica endura at the beginning. at the least. i'm. AKHRERJGH#tf one#me when megatron ascended out of iacon & he was the only land vehicle amid a swarm of planes. me when the SYMBOLISM#🐝
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danielnelsen · 1 year ago
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anon who asked about chasind headcanons, i am not ignoring you, that is actually step 3 of my current project:
gather all chasind lore in existence
organise it into something coherent
fill in the gaps
unfortunately i have been on step 1 for about 2 weeks and it is currently a 130 page document and will still take a while to finish
but i am getting there!!! and i have formed many headcanons in the process about all kinds of things
#personal#da#don’t get excited about 130 pages of chasind lore. that’s not actually what it is#i’ve included anything on the avvar and the early alamarri and clayne#and the largest category is obviously the avvar (esp from dai)#but it’s coming along#i’m currently going through game dialogue which i was Dreading but it’s not too bad#i’m not gonna do da2 because i would have to go through each file and map the individual lines. nope!#just gonna go through some of mota (cahir is chasind) and ctrl-f through the talktable for the rest of the game#and i’m considering skipping dai altogether because……like when tf would the chasind be mentioned. bioware forgot they exist in dai#they get one codex entry for the skyhold decorations and that’s it#even the fallow mire has avvar instead even tho it’s BASICALLY IN CHASIND TERRITORY#devastating that so many of the avvar files are labeled chasind. like they were gonna be there and then they got replaced#look i don’t dislike the avvar at all but they are very much the favourite child and i resent that#anyway. all i have left is some other in-game text (quests mostly; which aren’t gonna give me much)#(i’ve already done codex entries and notes and item descriptions)#and a few things that i’ve skipped because i was getting sick of them: two avvar-related ttrpg adventures (where eagles lair & buried pasts)#and one novel (the calling. also something that has avvar stuff rather than chasind stuff)#where eagles lair is the most important one of those to actually go through because it goes in-depth on avvar culture#and since there’s very little actual chasind lore i’m basing some ideas on avvar stuff because they evolved from the same culture
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bubtans · 2 years ago
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i literally feel so much more at peace here holy shit twitter is awful
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frownyalfred · 29 days ago
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Arkham Prince - Masterlist of Posts
I've linked the major asks below with a preview (edited for length) below, grouped by subject/theme and rough chronological order of how I received them. Additional shorter asks/clarifying questions, as well as shorter bits of commentary are at the very bottom.
The very first post:
I have been thinking about the idea of Bruce going insane without being Batman, about Batman being his coping mechanism, and that reblog that was like "he would definitely have ended up in Arkham if he didnt make Batman." Now I'm thinking of an AU where that is exactly the case, and maybe Clark expands his interest towards Gotham a bit, as much as he doesnt like heroing there, because it is the neighbor city of Metropolis. It's like his backyard. And maybe he wants to understand the problem of Gotham at the root, so he goes as Clark Kent, reporter, to interview the patients at Arkham, and there meets Bruce Wayne. Maybe falls in love. Maybe its angsty as fuck because this Bruce is 10 times less adjusted than the Bruce we're used to, but of course, equally as brilliant. (Maybe he could escape any time he wanted but thinks he would murder people if so. Maybe he doesnt trust his anger.)
Expanding Asks:
the idea of arkham patient bruce wayne has burrowed into the depths of my mind. this is SUCH a fascinating thought and changes so many things…how does the justice league fare without batman? how does alfred? i’d assume alfred is given bruce’s guardianship when he’s institutionalized, and i could even see him taking in the robins – finding and helping these children who remind him so much of his own boy, trying not to fail them as he failed bruce. how bruce himself does in arkham is so interesting to consider…is he kept on the same level of security as the real supervillains? is he moved there after Events?
Clark, realizing the League has a problem, a trap from someone like Lex they don't know how to unknot, something which requires finesse and strategy which is a little beyond them... taking that stroll (flight) down to Gotham, feeling insane himself for seeking advise here of all places... but the Arkham Prince delivers. Clark explains the situation, answers questions that he had no idea related to the issue, and Bruce hands him the solution in the span of 10 minutes, while the League had been brainstorming and going in circles over this for days...
Clark Kent and the Arkham Prince Finding Common Ground:
clark’s first attempt to interview the prince of arkham go about as well as you might expect, given that he’s a reporter with sunshine all but seeping out of his pores. the first time bruce doesn’t even talk to him, too furious at the gall of this metropolitan newshound to interrogate him for the sake of some gruesome, sensationalist op-ed obviously about the tragedy of the family wayne and the irredeemable mire of gotham to do anything more than death-glare at him for the entire length of the meeting. but clark, unsatisfyingly, doesn’t give up after that. if bruce doesn’t talk to him, he sure talks to bruce, and with each subsequent interview the questions…change. no longer trying to establish facts about bruce’s life or his crimes, not asking about his experience in arkham, not even going for the low-hanging fruit of why’d you train for years to kill those people, but seemingly random and unrelated things. he wants bruce’s opinions on emissions policies (need to be stricter and more tightly enforced, especially in gotham, jesus, there’s a reason lung cancer and asthma rates are through the roof) and lex luthor’s keynote speeches (unprintable, wiped from clark’s tape recorder in case luthor somehow finds out) and whether or not clark should buy a new suit (why bother, it won’t be any less tragic than every other polyester abomination he cruelly forces bruce to look at every time he stops by). clark slowly and stubbornly makes himself as much a part of bruce’s routine as visits with alfred and lucius and the doctors, and all the while superman is playing a high-stakes game of mental chess with the sinking suspicion that bruce wayne has already won in more ways than one bruce figures out kent is superman about three hours after the first time big blue gets namedropped during an interview. he commences with a plan that is part honeypot, part campaign of psychological warfare, and part genuine bid to get this midwestern alien who holds the safety of his city in his hands to try and give a damn like a proper gothamite would, like no one but bruce ever seems to.
Clark, whose one of his grestest fears is being constrained, treated as a threat, dissected, studied, as the alien specimen he is. He has to pretend. He had to be so careful. Every day or he won't have a life to live.
Clark asking the Arkham Prince to Consult for the JL:
i would kill to have clark-as-supes get some kind of special dispensation to bring arkham prince bruce to the jl hideout (the watchtower doesn’t to be without batman’s engineering/logistics knowhow and WE funding, at least not until bruce is more formally considered a consultant) for help on one of lex’s more convoluted and immediate threats. it’s just not possible for bruce to solve the problem in isolation without the league’s resources, so instead of bringing league missions to bruce superman has to bring bruce to the league mission. i started imagining the team’s reaction to their unwitting reliance on criminally insane mass murderer bruce wayne and then i remembered oliver exists and now i feel only sadness thinking about that particular reunion
Just wondering how regular JL universe would react to meeting this au, meeting Batman and seeing Bruce Wayne's potential Would they realize that their Bruce is limited by what he can do inside Arkham, but that this Batman is also limited by his own rules and codes. Would Ollie be crushed at what his former friend could have been, thinking maybe if he had stepped up and been a "better friend" Bruce wouldn't be in Arkham, he could of been working beside him instead. Can imagine Batman saying "I don't kill" and Bruce just smiling in what should have been the brucie smile and replying "but I do"
The crossover is so funny in regards to Supes. Like here's Arkham Prince AU Clark, terribly in love with a version of Bruce who is so unavailable to him on so many levels, aching with it every time he dares think about it, staring at Regular Universe Clark in complete and utter disbelief. (expansion of "regular JL universe" ask above)
Your take on Prince of Arkham's level of influence on JL members, at the top being of course Clark. And also: first time he is taken into the JL base, does he hack into their systems?
OMG arkham bruce and clark have gotten closer and maybe clark makes bruce promise not to kill again after bruce gets out of arkham so he can join the jl but then someone is killed and theres evidence it was bruce but bruce swears it wasnt him ( bc it wasn’t him ) but theres so much evidence that even clark is starting to doubt bruces innocence and the jl has to kick him out and hes taken back to Arkham or for interrogation and then ANGST BRUCE BEING TORTURED FOR CONFESSION BUT HE STILL SWEARS HE DIDNT DO IT until its proven that he didnt do it
@bat-chik's Harvey Dent Visits Bruce in Arkham
"We can't even claim self defense," Harvey continued. "You-" "He has cancer." Harvey blinked at the non-sequitur, "What?" Finally, the orphaned Wayne turned and faced him, face blank, unconcerned about how much more this action would add to his sentencing. Unconcerned except for the steel eyes seething yet holding back so much hurt. Harvey remembered once again, with a small pang, why he had gotten a crush on Bruce in their college days. "Nygma. He has cancer. The only way to get medical care in Arkham is by ending up in the hospital wing." Bruce moved with all the weight of the world on his shoulders and sat in the bolted chair across from his lawyer, and life long friend.
Where are the Batkids in This?
pls consider. a dick greyson who gets tossed in arkham after tracking down and torturing then killing killing his parent's murderer. tiny and lost now that what was driving him is done. a bruce wayne who hasnt been in That long yet, not long enough for people to see him as a threat rather than just an oddity, who takes one look at that angry little kid and says "oh. oh that ones mine" and spends as much time with the kid as he can. and bruce Loves gotham, thats his whole drive. but to dick, gotham is nothing but the place his world crumbled. and i think this bruce never sat with his feelings of grief either. i think he always needed a cause. and i think he saw dick having lost his cause and tries to help him find another (id like to put forth escaping as a hobby, managing to get into Any part of arkham that he pleases especially with his athleticism and small size)
It would be funny if in the Arkham Prince AU, since all the kids are in there for being um - gremlins and down with murder - that Jason in this was the pacifist?
Re: Jason being the pacifist: "I will follow you forever because you killed him." Endlessly devoted Jason my beloved. If you give him one (1) positive attention he will light himself on fire to keep you warm. I love him so much. Self destructive king.
Tim committing a crime just to end up in Arkham and study the famed insane Bruce Wayne is actually startlingly in character for him...
Clarifying Asks:
when do you see him as getting committed? was he already batman? did he already have any of his kids? if not, what *happened* to those kids who never had bruce to fight for them?
Okay, but since Bruce is the Prince of Arkham, whats stopping his kids from being in there with him?
Oh I am sooooooooo curious about what Clark thinks about Arkham Bruce having a gaggle of prison murder children.…you ever think he’s asked Dick to give Clark flowers during one of his escapes????? Or is that too corny for them.
I've seen some Arkham Prince asks and responses referring to Bruce still being rich, but would he still be?
Additional Thoughts:
i am torn between the other Inmates Hating bruce (hes the picture of those who hurt them. a rich man who is just like them but gets Way less pain for it) and adoring him
Picture this, Alfred goes to see Haly's, sees another black haired blue eyed child losing his parents at just about the same age. Another feral child with murder in his eyes.
it’s extremely important to me to consider arkham prince bruce with longer, shaggy hair and a perpetual three-day beard
The smut in the Arkham Prince AU would be INSANE.
This Arkham Prince AU has folks in a choke hold but ya'll forget one thing. The Joker and Harley Quinn.
god i am just exploding thinking about bruce and sex in the arkham prince au. there is absolutely no way he’s not accustomed to exchanging sex for favors, information, anything he wants or needs. (additional thoughts on how Clark fits into this/Superbat)
Okay hi so my main source of Arkham knowledge is the Penguin show so I’m gonna ramble a bit about factions and divides and stuff. (Sofia Falcone expansion)
continuing my thoughts on Sofia Falcone coming off your great opinions to my last ask.
There is a parallel thread between Bruce and Sofia
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crepezinhos · 3 months ago
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Mummy or Mommy?
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POV: What happens when you take the quote: ‘Halloween is the only day a woman can dress up like a whore and not get criticized for it’ too seriously to a point where your own best friend can’t handle it?
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⚠️ WARNINGS:
— This is a NSFW Oneshot
— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns
— Bondage, blindfolding, hair pulling, slight mommy kink and a lot of degradation.
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“What the fuck were you thinking, huh?” He grunted in your ear while brutally fucking his cock inside your pussy over and over again. “Dressing up like some fucking cheap slut… You were looking up to this, weren’t you?” His passion while degrading you was noticeable, which just made your horny pussy grind around him even more.
You wanted to innovate this year’s Halloween party, but not this much.
Your costume was simply thick white stripes tied around the core parts of your body, leaving your legs and belly mostly exposed although it was a considerably cold day. It obviously called most people’s attention, including your friends. All the girls thought you looked sexy and praised your efforts with the makeup, but Scaramouche, one of your few male friends, but your best friend, didn’t actually say much.
He spent the whole party quietly staring at your body up and down, avoiding any comments, even when you asked for his opinion. You two only found yourselves fucking in the house's bathroom when you were alone with him in a sofa and you asked why did he have a pillow in his lap. It turned out he had a boner... an aching one.
“Ass up, mummy whore.” Scaramouche slapped a buttock of yours, causing your whole body to quiver.
Although Scaramouche has never shown off himself to be a common guy, you'd never expect him to be so aggressively kinky. He had pulled the bandages you had in your face up to blindfold your eyes and the ones in your arms to tie your wrists in the towel hanger of the room. He also almost ripped apart the ones in your boobs and crotch just because he was that desperate to see them. It was definitely humilliating and it would take you a while to redo all of that work, but you couldn't deny that being manhandled like that was making your pussy throb in pleasure. Scaramouche was incredibly good at .
“Fuck, Scara! Slow down!” You tried turning your face to him to beg for mercy, but that pathetic look of your blindfolded face and ruined makeup just made his cock twitch in arousal.
“Oh-ho? Begging already? But I have barely started yet...” He mocked you, continuing to hammer you in the same pace. “But maybe if you admit that you’re a cock-hungry slut, I might change my mind.” He proposed a game to you, leaning closer just to tease you further into that mind-numbing pleasure.
“F-Fuck! I am a cock-hungry slut who whore this outfit to have your attention!” You screamed whatever came to your mind at the moment to make him feel satisfied. “Y-You look so fine dressed as a vampire, I couldn’t just ignore it..! It got me so wet when I saw it…” You babbled between your outrageous moans.
“My costume, huh? I bet you’re loving to have your wrists tied up by my jacket then…” If he knew that you’d be such a perfect slut for him and his necessity to fuck rough, he would’ve done it centuries ago.
“Y-Yes! I love it! I love being dominated by you like this!” You suddenly felt your hair being pulled in his direction, which caused you to scream in shock and slight pain while your body spasmed and your eyes mired stars.
“Then, right after this, I want you to wear it for the rest of this party. I don’t want anyone else seeing you in this outfit, you hear me? No one. From now on this outfit belongs to me.” He whispered in a more dominant tone that took you off guard.
Scaramouche was melting your brains and muscles, causing them to be useless to you, especially now that you were cuffed and arched to him. All you could do in such position was to nod to his orders and moan, and you were shamelessly letting every single one of them out of your mouth, which made Scaramouche’s ego skyrocket. Having his hot best friend inflating his ego by acting and dressing like some cheap, submissive slut was ecstasy to him. It even made him feel a little emotional than he expected to feel since you were a nice and t(h)rustable friend.
Perhaps he likes you more than a friend? Or was starting to like? That’s something he still has to reflect about later because all he wanted was to milk your pussy dey right now.
“Such a fucking perfect slut… Who would’ve guessed that you’re a hidden masochist whore under that pretty face of yours?” He let go of your hair just to hold your hips with more precision, but still kept his back leaned close to you so he could put his tongue to use.
He started in the side of your neck, kissing it and licking it already aggressively. He was focusing specifically on the muscle of it that was slightly stretched out because of the position you were in.
“You taste so fucking good…” He purred while his warm breath made your skin sweaty. “I might just suck you until you’re bleeding…” He laughed at his own pun, but immediately went back to his mission of fucking you until you regretted your choice of costume.
But you had just acted so mean to him this entire party when he was supposed to be the mean one in the group, he had to scold you back to your submissive place.
The way you walked up to him when you two first met and immediately spoiled him that you weren’t wearing any underwear was enough to make him fantasize with his hands ripping your costume apart to see your nudity under it. There was also the way how the lack of bra usage made your boobs jiggle with every movement you did, especially when you were dancing, which made his eyes completely stone in them for most of the party. Of course it got him hard and quickly. But the way you laughed at him when you found out he had a boner was what triggered him into scolding you in his own peculiar way.
“Tch…” He got a little annoyed remembering those moments. “You were so proud of yourself some minutes ago… mocking me and laughing at my boner… But look at you know… getting off with me referring to you as a cheap slut… It’s pathetic, really, but I’m proud to be the one that will teach you about knowing your place…” He ranted while admiring every single moan that came out of your red lips, who had some chapstick dragged outside of them because of the sloppy kisses you shared while he prepared you for his cock.
He took a look to the side where the mirror was located.
God, he thought he looked so sexy with those marks of your chapstick kissing him in various spots of his face and neck… it all just made him more praised by you. And the way your crotches moved in rhythm made him feel like he was watching his own personal porn movie.
“Oh? Suddenly getting extra tight here?” He grunted huskily while he felt your pussy suddenly tightening around him again with no warning. It was like it was trying to milk an orgasm out of him desperately.
“G-Gonna cum!” Your voice was already becoming hoarse in exhaustion, which made Scaramouche just more thirsty with what he was doing to you.
“Perfect, because I’m cumming too and you’re gonna take it all inside, ok?” His pace managed to become even more erratic, punching your cervix with no care at all while his hand ran under your belly and started circling your clit violently just to make you more helpless under those cuffs.
“Yes, yes! I’m gonna..! I’m gonna!!” You were desperate for your climax, screaming like you were going to die.
“Come on, whore.” Scaramouche slapped your ass again, trying to stimulate you into climax the fastest he could with that jolt of pain.
And finally, both your bodies had that moment of peak together. Scaramouche sliding a thick and long string of cum inside your womb, and you exploding cum all around his cock. Your scream was feral and his grunt was very powerful, both of your bodies shaking and twitching with that peak, enjoying every noise you heard from each other.
“F-Fuck!” Your body quivered while he spilled his burning seed inside you, demonstrating how overwhelmed you were feeling. But no matter how much your body agonized, he still kept his hips stoned in place, looking forward to brand you as his with that load of cum.
“Good girl… taking all of me inside even if it is too much for you like a true-spirit whore…” He giggled meaningfully while gently tapping the same buttock he slapped previously, watching you twitching in a sadistic kind of joy.
He quickly pulled out, wanting to check just how much you came around him. His cock was entirely wet and full of stains of your essence.
“Look at this mess you did in me… Oh, you’re absolutely cleaning this up.” He reached a hand to his jacket and pulled it away from the hanger, making your body finally become free again. Since your legs were extremely weakened by sex, all they could do was crumble and kneel down in the floor, your face resting against the cold white wall.
But your moment of break didn’t last as much as you needed it to. Scaramouche was determined to make your ruined face suck, still blindfolded. That’s why your hair was suddenly fisted by his hand and forced to turn around.
“Say ‘ahh’…” He rested his cock on top of your lips, aching to make its way inside your mouth. His hands also moved to your fringe, pushing it all the way to the back of your head until he could clearly glare all of your face breathing in and out exhausted.
“Ahhh…” You obliged to his orders and stuck your tongue out, which impulsed him to immediately place his cock on top of it, pulsing to feel your warm tongue licking it like it was your source of water.
You, thankfully, obliged to that too and started licking him up and down, all around his length, since you couldn’t see where he was stained. You looked so destroyed licking cum like a kitten, but that made you look so beautiful to his hungry eyes. He deadly wished he could spend more time messing with you, but the constant knocks on the door to go inside the bathroom were annoying him to a point he wanted to kill whoever was doing that.
“A-Are you clean now..?” You asked while pulling yourself out of his range, a chord of saliva connecting you and his cock for a second before it fell in your chin.
He took a look at his cock, meeting it perfectly clean transparent, but still wet with your saliva, while using a hand to wipe your chin.
“Yes, I am… Good girl.” He patted your head gently while grabbing a piece of toilet paper to finally wipe his dick dry. “Get up.” He shifted his tone as soon as he zipped his pants back to their place.
With the help of his hands, you stood up, still struggling with your shaky legs. But Scaramouche held you against the wall while rearranging you with a knee. He firstly took off your blindfold and tried tying it back to its spot in your forehead, which made you also available to help him out. Of course you didn’t look perfect. Your mascara and lipstick were ruined and you couldn’t get the straps in breasts back to their place, unless you took it all away from you and did it again.
“Shit…” You complained while looking at yourself in the mirror by your side.
“Here.” Scaramouche grabbed his jacket from the floor behind you and handed it to you.
God, he looked so much better without that jacket on him, although it did add more to his costume. But now that his wine-colored dress shirt without most buttons attaching to their hole was all he wore in his chest, it made him look twice sexy to you, especially since some of the many kisses you marked in him were visible there.
“Thanks…” You were a little embarrassed now that sex was over. “You might want to button your shirt again.” You started dressing his jacket and he immediately started closing up his buttons.
“Thanks. Can you walk?” He asked while reaching for the door, also awkward.
“I… don’t think so…” You looked away, but Scaramouche simply took your worst in his hand.
“Come… let’s get out of here.” His look was surprisingly very calm and smooth to you. A version of Scaramouche you’ve never witnessed.
“What a gentleman I got myself tonight…” You mocked while he opened the door.
“… Shut up.” You two finally stepped out, meeting a man right in front of the door that seemed to be waiting to use it for a long time.
Scaramouche ignored him, but you felt a little guilty and embarrassed to know that some minutes ago you were fucking with your best friend with degradation kink.
“Hey, you two! Where the fuck you two have been at?!” I’ve been looking for you two for hours!” Your friend in common, Faruzan, suddenly showed up in front of you two, dressed up as a sexy cat, but when she noticed the differences in your costumes, one of her eyebrows frowned. “What the hell happened to you, Y/N?! Weren’t you supposed to be a mummy mommy? You look like an actual mummy!” She laughed at you, but then she realized that you two looked awkwardly sweaty. “… Don’t tell me you two fucked.” She looked a little concerned.
“She was the one trying to fuck actually.” Scara suddenly started arguing with her for you. “Found her drunk ass trying to hit on Alhaitham. Even showed her boobs to him, but she failed so bad, she can’t even stick the stripes back.” Scaramouche and Faruzan started cackling together at his fake story, taking advantage of the fact that she was a little drunk to invent a really weird lie.
“Alhaitham?!” Faruzan acted like she had just heard the gossip of the year to you, who just stared at her still exhausted.
You breathed in and out.
“… Yeah, I tried.” You looked away, and she started cackling again.
“Oh my god! You’re sooooo stupid! Out of all hotties you could hit on here, you picked that geek?! Even Scaramouche was a better option!” She couldn’t hold back her giggles, barely spilling her alcohol out of her cup, while Scaramouche smirked at the unintentional compliment.
“Yeah, I know…” You avoided eye contact with Scaramouche.
“Let me take her home now. Her legs are, like, barely working.” He finally started talking more serious.
“Ok, ok! Don’t try hitting on him too, you silly!” She pointed at Scaramouche while talking to you, and finally walked away.
As soon as she was out of your way, you two went back to normal
“Really..? That was your lie? You’re lucky she was drunk enough to believe it.” You mocked him.
“It worked, so shut up.” He brushed you off, finally opening the doors to the exterior. “So you think I’m a better option than Alhaitham?” He asked in the same aroused tone he was using in the bathroom.
The cold air of the night immediately hit your bodies, making you shiver a little bit since your costume result wasn’t made for fall. You didn’t expect the weather to change so much in such a short matter of hours.
“Please… not even if he was as ugly as you.” You scoffed at him.
“That wasn’t what you were saying some minutes ago, mommy.” He opened the door to the backseat of his car.
“Are you trying to take me home right now? I’m fine! I still want to party! Gosh, and you can’t even let a friend sit next you…” You tried pushing him away, but he resisted and looked at you ready to laugh.
“… Don’t tell me you didn’t figure out we’re gonna fuck in the backseat.” He giggled at you.
And then you remembered what he previously told you before walking you around.
“I can’t predict the meaning of every puzzle that comes out of your mouth!” Scaramouche simply smirked and pushed the both of you in the cushions and smacking the door shut.
“You’re just slow.” He shrugged his shoulders while positioning himself between your legs. “Now… let’s go for round two. Shall we, mommy?” His pun made you smirk in anticipation.
“Sure… try being more gentle this time.” You shrugged your shoulder while sliding the zipper of his jacket down again.
“Gentle?” He laughed for a moment.
“I’ll fuck your brains out of your head.”
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Happy Halloween for all the Scaramouche whores! 🎃
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writerbuddha · 5 months ago
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Good evening. I would like to ask why the Trade Federation invaded Naboo? I know they created a blockade to protest the taxation of trade routes over which they have a monopoly, but why did they invade Naboo? What will they gain by conquering and dominating the planet?
Hello! :)
If you remember, Qui-Gon indicates not once, but twice in The Phantom Menace that invading Naboo "is an odd play for the Trade Federation" and that "There's no logic in the Federation's move here." If they can control and rule a planet as bountiful as Naboo it would obviously bring them considerable wealth, but their decision to invade Naboo simply makes no sense.
It's important to remember that the Viceroy - and therefore, the Trade Federation - is following Darth Sidious/Senator Palpatine's plan and instructions. So, the question you should ask: how Darth Sidious/Senator Palpatine benefits from the invasion of Naboo?
The invasion of Naboo exposed that, as Padmé put it, “the Republic no longer functions.” The reason for that is because, as Palpatine tells her, "There is no civility, only politics. The Republic is not what it once was. The senate is full of greedy, squabbling delegates. There is no interest in the common good" and "the chancellor has little real power. He is mired by baseless accusations of corruption. The bureaucrats are in charge now." He asserts "best choice would be to push for the election of a stronger supreme chancellor, one who could control the bureaucrats and give us justice," advising Padmé to move for a vote of no confidence against the Chancellor. When she does, he tells her, "Now they will elect a new chancellor a strong chancellor... one who will not let our tragedy continue."
There's a reason why he chose Naboo, his own home planet to be invaded: he was nominated to succeed the Chancellor. As he says, "I feel confident our situation will create a strong sympathy vote for us. I will be chancellor." Who else would be seen by the Senate as the perfect candidate to put an end to corruption and take control of the bureaucrats, than the Senator whose home suffers the most because of the failure of leadership?
The treaty that was supposed to legitimize the invasion of Naboo if Queen Amidala signs it and gets ratified by the Senate serves the same purpose. The treaty would totally violate both Republic law and common sense, but we must remember that the Senate is without a real leader and bureaucrats are in charge, and their priority is not to exercise intelligent judgment or to respond to situations or the needs of the people - they care only about procedural correctness. They would ratify the treaty, because on paper, it has all the requirements that makes it enforceable. It would've been the ultimate proof that the Republic doesn't function, the laws are no longer enforced, that there's just no compassion and sanity in the Senate anymore. This is why Queen Amidala signing the treaty is so important to them - it would have caused panic, just like the Separatist crisis did in Attack of the Clones, leading up to granting Palpatine emergency powers. It would've quicken the process of the galaxy descending into the mentality that Anakin expresses to Padmé in Attack of the Clones: democracy is broken so the solution is a strong, wise leader who will solve the problems if he is given the necessary power to do so.
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kcwriter-blog · 5 months ago
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Solas and the Orb
I was playing through Trespasser again and something Solas said finally percolated through my brain. I had never thought about it before but found it interesting.
Solas tells the Inquisitor that if he had retrieved the Orb, he "would have "entered the Fade using the Mark you now bear. Then I would have torn down the Veil."
In other words, he would have torn the Veil down from the Fade side, not the waking world side.
Dagna says the Anchor reminds her of a key. We know the Inquisitor can open rifts as well as close them. They open rifts in the prologue and in the Fallow Mire. We also know they can open a rift to physically enter the Fade.
We know the Orb gave Corypheus a lot of power but he couldn't use it to enter the Fade. That is why he looked for magic objects. Which means Solas couldn't use the Orb to enter the Fade. The Anchor is necessary.
So what seems to be going on here? I'm putting the rest of this under the cut due to length and possible spoilers for Veilguard.
I would argue that the Orb creating the Breach was the result of Cory doing a similar ritual to the one he and the other Magisters Sidereal did to enter the Fade the first time.
Solas' agents may have let the Venatori find the Orb but I doubt it came with an instruction manual. We know from Dorian that there are pictures of similar orbs in Tevinter. So maybe Cory thought he knew what he was doing.
Solas' plan was for Cory to unlock the Orb and be destroyed. It would have worked if Cory hadn't had the Archdemon ability to jump into tainted bodies - which he had access to since there were plenty of Grey Wardens around.
As an aside, there was no way Solas or his agents could have known Cory could do this because only the highest level Wardens knew Cory even existed. It's never made clear if they knew he could body hop. We also know that rifts occasionally open on their own or can be opened with magic - Telana's rift in Jaws of Hakkon and the rift in the Still Ruins. Both pre-date the Breach and obviously an Orb wasn't needed to do that. So Solas could have opened a rift, using the Mark, without creating a Breach.
So what are the implications? The first is that Solas didn't realize the ritual Cory was going to perform (if he even knew the details) would blow a hole in the sky. He may have thought he would gain the Mark and absorb the power of the Orb. The Breach may have been a side effect of Cory's ritual. Solas understands how the Orb works so his idea was to take the magic, go into the Fade and do whatever he had to do. In other words, Solas would not have created a Breach, although he realized what had happened as soon as he saw it.
Tearing down the Veil would have had consequences for both sides but we don't know how it would have worked if the Veil was torn down in the Fade. We don't even know why Solas felt he had to do it from the Fade side.
In Veilguard we see Solas opening the Veil from the waking world side. There is a hole in the sky and rifts but it seems to be more contained. I suspect that without the Mark, Solas had to do what Cory was doing - gather magic objects to open the door. The only way to open the door from the waking world side would be to open a hole with the accompanying rifts.
When Solas gets pulled into the Fade, The hole vanishes. Which indicates Solas had more control over things than we give him credit for. No Breach and no reason for Rook to close rifts like the Inquisitor. Which adds credence to my theory that Cory's ritual plus the power of the Orb created the Breach.
Okay, so now what? Well Solas may be in prison but he is also where he needs to be to tear down the Veil like he planned. Which is going to make things very interesting if we manage to spring him from jail.
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vigilskeep · 7 months ago
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Please elaborate on the "grating bit of inquisitions politics" about the fallow mire?
your religious army has to go beat up this religious minority. but don’t worry, it’s because THEY have a problem with YOU, and obviously they don’t have a legitimate problem. (fear not, you can check by asking, with a straight face, potentially while dalish, what problem anyone could possibly have with andraste.) they just want to pick a fight, because they suck. your poor innocent soldiers were captured by them, for no reason, because only unreasonable bastards object to religious soldiers randomly marching anywhere. we will play every mention of their religion for laughs because it isn’t christianity-based so it’s stupid. we will not engage with any of this at all nor with any implications of the map theming, which by the way literally has zero connection to the plot here, because who even needs storytelling. it’s important to make those players who like to think about things both irritated and bored
as an aside honestly between this and the storm coast and leliana’s scouts around haven, i don’t think we should send our people anywhere. they’re clearly just liabilities we’re going to have to look out for later. what were they even doing in the fallow mire, we only go there to get them. christ
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acaptainbyanyothername · 9 months ago
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One of my favorite themes Midst is exploring is what it means for a person to become an idol, a symbol. How they and the narrative deal with that is FASCINATING.
Obviously we have Lark. Clara Mire was shoved into her symbol at a very young age— she became the poster child for Caneum, the boogeyman under Trustee’s beds, the universal villain. She has spent her entire life running from that symbol, adopting an alias and jumping from place to place. But her tragedy is that in running from her symbol, she has had to partially become it. Lark is TERRIFYING, and leverages that all the time, against Fuze, Phineas, even Tzila. Lark became dangerous to run from her symbol of Dangerous.
Then we have our buddy Tripotentiary Moc Weepe. Upon his transformation, he becomes the symbol of the Trust. He literally and figuratively makes the Trust translucent to show off its diseased, rotting insides. He is the true Trust, inside and out. No wonder everyone hates him.
Jonas Spahr is forced to be this golden idol— don’t show weakness, put on a media-ready smile, not a hair out of place and it’s showtime. He groomed to be this way like one of Costigan’s plants, and she’s snipped away all of his natural humanities. He is golden and perfect at the cost of his personhood, and it’s killing him.
Contrast that against Phineas Thatch. Phineas tries to become that golden idol, Spahr tries to cull his imperfections, but it doesn’t stick. Phineas is too messy, too human, he can’t become the untouchable symbol. So he’s rejected and abandoned by his idolatristic society.
I think even Hieronymous Loxlee could count as a symbol— if Weepe is the Trust, Harry’s the Breach. Secretive, in disguise, hidden in plain sight. It’s a heavy burden to carry though, causing him to have to make decisions as a symbol rather than as a person. He needs to maintain the Breach above his own personal relationships—drop the moon on Midst if it saves the Breach, even if it dooms his loved ones and his own daughter. He can’t afford to be a person, he has to be the symbol.
But then Midst episode 15: Breach comes and says they’re just people. Lark is just an old woman. Jonas Spahr is just a man. It’s a clash of these various symbols and ideologies and inflated idols but they’re all flesh and blood that can die in an explosion. Anyways
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how about a driftloon!! they ‘could try to take children away’ but are just small little curious guys… i love them..
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I too love drifloons and am happy to report that these little “Signposts for Wandering Spirits” (Platinum) would make fairly good pets. I think? Maybe? It’s complicated.
Size-wise, obviously, drifloons are perfect. Since these pokémon remain airborne at all times, they should be comfortable in any home. They do tend to prefer damp, humid environments (Diamond), but they don’t necessarily need these conditions to survive. If you live closer to the equator than not, then that’s bonus points for a happy and healthy drifloon.
Now, are these guys friendly? It’s really hard to say. Their reputation has been mixed up in folklore for years now, and cutting through to the truth can be difficult. What is objectively known is that these pokémon like to spend time around human children. It has often been reported that drifloons seek to “steal away” these kids, either physically or spiritually (Pearl), which would indicate some sort of malice behind their behavior. It’s even been said that any children who even grab onto them are liable to go missing (HeartGold/SoulSilver). More recent pokédex entries, however, seem to cast doubt on the validity to this folktale, emphasizing that these stories are merely whispered tales and postulating that these pokémon may merely be seeking to befriend and play with children (Ultra Moon, Sword). If you have children, you may want to keep an eye on them just in case, but there’s no definitive proof that this is something to be overly worried about. What we don’t have even a little information about, though, is how drifloons get around with adults. Since there’s not really any indication of antisocial behavior in the pokédex, I think it’s fair to assume that you would be able to get along with one well enough.
So why the B ranking? Drifloons, unfortunately, are pretty dangerous. While most of their moves would be inconvenient at best, two moves in particular — Self-Destruct and Explosion — are a bit of an issue. These explosive moves could easily be fatal, depending on how close you are to the drifloon when they use them. Thankfully, it seems unlikely that a drifloon would be quick to use these moves, even when upset, since it seems that they would cause them a lot of pain. According to the pokédex, “if for some reason its body bursts, its soul spills out with a screaming sound” (Moon). That sounds unpleasant at best. Nine times out of ten, as far as I can tell, you should be okay with these aloof, chill pokémon.
Before I close out, of course, I have to bring up the issue that comes up so often with ghost-type pokémon on this blog. According to the pokédex, drifloons are formed by the spirit is of both humans and pokémon (Diamond, Shield). Are these pokémon aware of this fact? Do they have memories of their past life? Is it okay to have a reincarnated human spirit as a pet? These are all big questions that I am not equipped to answer. When you adopt a ghost-type pokémon, you’re stepping into a mire of ethical mud, and you’re just gonna have to be okay with that.
Look, at the very least, if you’re an adult, there’s no way a single drifloon is strong enough to steal you away into the sky. Unless a bunch of them latch onto you like you’re the house from Up. In that case…good luck?
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inspector-m3 · 10 months ago
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Haikyuu sleeping headcannons
I've only done a few but let me know if you want me to do any other characters. Whether it be from haikyuu or from somewhere else.
Asahi
I feel like this guy would be warm. Not like the melting you from the outside inwards but like a campfire or a fireplace. He wouldn't move if you were with him, he wouldn't dare. He'd hold you tightly but he'd be so careful. Definitely panicked the first time you guys cuddled or fell asleep together. But once he got used to it he turned into a big cuddle bear.
Daichi
To me he seems like he'd sleep like a rock. After such a tiring day with the team he'd just flop onto the bed next to you and not move, like seriously you've probably had to poke him to check he was still alive.
He'd have and arm around you or he'd be leaning on you, either way once this man is asleep it's gonna be a pain to get out. why would you want to anyways?
Hinata
We all know that he's a ray of sunshine in both optimism and energy. cuddling/sleeping with him can go one of two ways
Since he's hyperactive this could carry on into his sleep. He's definitely smacked you a few times thinking you were a volleyball in his dream. Maybe even stolen the blanket a few times. He obviously apologies if you tell him in the morning
OR. He could be all tuckered out, kinda like a sugar crash but instead of a grumpy child you get a droopy hinata (almost the same thing) coming towards you with open arms, dragging you to bed or just leaning on you right then and there if he's really exhausted. He'd definitely use you as a giant pillow and just bury his face anywhere he can. neck? no problem. chest, whether it be flat or with melons? sure he can.
Kageyama
He may not seem it with his resting bitch face but he's definitely a cuddler. He'd definitely be more like daichi, calm and barely moving, unless it was to make you mire comfortable, but let's be honest he probably dreams about volleyball just like hinata and once again...you have been mistaken for a volleyball. Prepare for a bruise.
Im leaning towards him being a big spoon but maybe if he had a bad game or practice he'd want to be comforted, but either way his arms will be around you.
Nishinoya
This man is definitely a blanket theif. Just like hinata, he's a ball of energy and moves SO much while sleeping, not only does his arms flail about but theres a few kung fu moves going on there with his legs. You've definitely woken up with bruises and a leg across your chest while he sleeps like an angel.
If there is a rare occasion where he's not moving he's clinging onto you like a koala, legs around your waist or legs, arms around your torso and head on either your stomach or chest.
Tsukishima
This salty little shit probably isn't very keen on cuddles, but just for you. He'd have an arm around you loosely, maybe even pulling you closer while he's asleep. I feel like he'd be pretty cold (not just in attitude) so he'd be a great icepack for the summer but during winter you'll have to cocoon yourself in a blanket before cuddling up to him. Once you're asleep he's probably secretly affectionate, a few soft head pats while you're completely off in dream land.
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dontexpectmuch · 9 months ago
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Yeah someone should make Wirtz fics like I NEED THEM!!!!! 😓
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i bet he‘d have so many [annoying] interesting (relationship) habits, you know?
you met as an intern at BayArena, maybe as the new social media admin.
at first its all just a friendly small talk, meeting one another and exchanging some basic information about each other, the usual stuff. he’s quite an easy going fella, just says what comes to his mind in the nicest way possible.
it’s only when you see each other mire often that he lets his annoying self come out, or more likely he feels comfortable enough around you to be himself. even though if that means that he pokes your sides because he knows that you are hella ticklish, giggling to himself as he jogs away. your annoyed exclamations just fuel this side of him.
or sometimes when he sees you with camera equipment walking towards the media room. he sneaks up to you from behind, grabs the bags and walks towards the opposite direction. you groan as you follow him, literally threatening him that you would do something if he won’t give you back tour equipment. he just laughs and walks to the media room instead, leaving all the bags there before poking your sides, yes obviously, and leaving to go to practice.
he is also that guy that simply listens to you talk about whatever cause he knows that he cannot keep up. he is not some stupid guy, no, but you talk with all these big words that make his head spin at times. so he just nods and listens to you with nothing else to say, just happy to share some comfortable moments with you.
even though you would consider the two of you as just good colleagues, you cant help but follow mostly him with your camera, silently smiling ti yourself as he does one of his dribbles once again. he knows that you are watching, why not show off a little, eh?
you most likely have the potato debate as well, but that leads to many other debates which also leads to you scoffing, shaking your head as you leave the room before you jump him first having weird [you dgaf] opinions.
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stevesnightmares · 8 months ago
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I'm sorry but I really don't get how people can be mad at mu qing for leaving xie lian when he did. I'm willing to accept many and varied opinions on the mountain incident (to a degree, even there I have some strong opinions), but when it comes to him asking to leave and then leaving, I just don't get it.
Mu Qing had a mother he had to take care of, a sick and poor mother, how could he spend every second of his life taking care of Xie Lian, Feng Xin, the king and the queen when his only family also needed his help? Who would put anyone else's safety and well being over their own mother's safety and well being? Even if it was your bestest of friends, would you still be able to pick their life over your own mother?
"The King and Queen are his Highness parents but I have my own mother to worry about. She also needs my care. I can't neglect my own mother for the sake of someone else or someone else's parents."
Not only that, but while Xie Lian obviously considered Mu Qing his dear friend, Mu Qing was still his servant and even while the five of them were now all in the same situation and were all poor and hungry, Mu Qing was still the only one who had to take care of all of the chores. They could've divided, could've helped him, but no, even when they had all fallen into poverty, lost their riches and titles, Mu Qing was still treated as everyone's servant. So sure, they were friends who cared for each other, but he was also their servant and who would ever chose their master over their own mother?
"Mu Qing had always been responsible for looking after the money purse, and he had constantly kept track of their finances."
"With Mu Qing gone, they had also lost the one who brought food to the king and queen."
"But he didn’t know how to finish that sentence. Could’ve what? Could’ve had the palace attendants do the washing? Could’ve had Mu Qing do the washing? None of that was possible now."
"Mu Qinghad acted as their personal attendant on their never-ending road to escape, and his duties had included taking care of all personal necessities—including caring for the needs of Xie Lian, the king, and the queen. With him gone, there was no one to attend to all the mundane daily tasks. No one to cook, no one to wash, no one to fold the blankets. The simple days of the past suddenly became difficult."
They were all in a terrible and hard situation and yet Mu Qin still had to be their servant, work with Feng Xin and Xie Lian and then also take of his mother.
In addition to that, Xie Lian and Feng Xing had never been poor before and thus they had a lot more pride than Mu Qing did when it came to making money: we see them starting that fight and losing their money, we see them refusing to become street performers. Mu Qing needs money to feed himself but he also needs money to feed his mother and Xie Lian and Feng Xin weren't willing to do what needed to be done, which left him in a difficult position.
“Another reason is that I feel we’ve become mired in this situation and have very different ideas on how to pull ourselves out. Pardon my honesty, but if we keep going like this, nothing will get better—even in a million years. And so, our paths have diverged.”
Feng Xin being angry at Mu Qing in the past makes sense: not only is he loyal to a fault and always seems to put Xie Lian first but he also seems to often see the worst in Mu Qing, so it makes sense that he would chalk it up to Mu Qing being a leech who stood by Xie Lian side only when things were good because he wanted to reap the benefits of being Xie Lian's friends but leaveing once there were no more benefits. But readers know that's not what happened or what was going on in Mu Qing head because he straight up said the reason why he left, and while Feng Xin might not believe him, I don't see why fans wouldn't either when we've seen him care from his mother from the beginning.
“Your Highness, you hear that? Remember what I said back then? I said that he’d be the first to run off if you were ever banished. Didn’t I tell you?”
“Well, don’t you have a load of sour, veiled excuses? I don’t give a damn,” Feng Xin said. “Is it so hard to admit you’re an ungrateful traitor?”
“Goddammit. That bastard was happy to share the wealth but not the suffering. He ran away the moment things got tough. Does he remember nothing of your kindness?!” “I’m the one who told him not to remember it,” Xie Lian said. “So…you don’t need to bring it up constantly.” “But he couldn’t possibly forget it for real?!” Feng Xin refuted.
And even Xie Lian almost seems to think that the only reason Mu Qing left is because things just got too bad and Mu Qing didn't want to stay with him because it was just too hard instrad of thinking about Mu Qing situation.
He never expected someone so close to him to leave just like that. Xie Lian had always believed in “forever”—friends would always be friends forever, with no betrayal, no deception, no breaking up. Perhaps there would come a time when they had to part, but it wouldn’t be for a reason like “things got too horrible.”
Of course I don't blame Xie Lian for being a little "self centered" after everything the poor boy had to go through, after everything he had to endure, everything he had to lose (including faith in himself). My point isn't about Xie Lian, who had to endure more than he could handle and now he also had to lose one of the people that he considered his closest friends while being at his (at the time) lowest, but simply about some posts that I saw about Mu Qing leaving that I didn't agree with. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion of course, this is simply mine.
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Love without Compassion, Compassion without Love
Ok so I wanted to unpack this for a while, but it would be a whole thing to explain and, I'll be honest, the constant hostility from both camps towards the other made me hesitant to make a whole thing about this. But it's been over half a year since sote's release, and the heat has died down enough where I feel comfortable enough to dissect my thoughts as a fan of both of these guys.
tldr: I believe Mohg and Miquella's actions towards one another are meant to mirror each other, because they are inversions of each other's goals.
Full disclosure, this is a culmination of all my general headcanons and interpretations of these characters and their actions. Elden Ring is deliberately vague because it wants you to make up your own mind on what really happened, what matters most to you, things like that. I am not claiming I know the mind of Martin, Miyazaki, and Fromsoft, nor do I think that it would entirely matter if I did.
However, they are still trying to communicate a story with themes at the end of the day, and I find that there is a super common thread in this story around karmic retribution and characters mirroring the actions of another. Mohg and Morgott are an obvious one, as are Miquella and Marika.
But I feel that the intense scrutiny around who the "true victim" was between Mohg and Miquella is completely ignoring the fact that they kind of do unto each other more or less exactly what the other did to them. And I really don't believe that is a coincidence!
We knew in the base game that Mohg stole a sleeping Miquella from his cocoon in the Haligtree. We know he has a penchant for kidnapping people for his service, and that he intended to use Miquella's godhood as an offering to the Formless Mother in his pursuit of Lordship.
We also know the Mohgwyn dynasty is heavily coded in gothic romantic sensibilities. That as Varre tells us, Mohg intends to bless his followers with Love, even if that entails pain and suffering on their part. Mohg is in a lot of ways, a forever open wound: forsaken by his mother for his curse, he only seemed to find respite in the embrace of the outer god known as the Mother of Truth. I think, to Mohg, this idea of love as a painful endeavor is something he operates his entire situation around. He craves love, he craves it especially in maternal figures and people who are in so many aspects, a perfect reincarnation of his own mother. And the painful truth, to him, is that love can only be seized for yourself, and damned be what everyone else thinks of you.
But love is not a kind thing to him. It is a painful, bottomless hole that he is trying to fill for himself. This isn't his fault obviously, it's the result of centuries of abuse and neglect, but that is the fatal flaw of his design that makes him an enemy in our game. He wants a dynasty founded in Love, but without Compassion.
Then we have Miquella, a child of Marika who was surrounded by people who were suffering, but not particularly experiencing that suffering firsthand. He was cursed with eternal childhood, but he was incredibly gifted, and destined to succeed his mother in ascension to godhood. This is his fate, and he knows it's coming no matter what, but either out of a deep sense of care for his sister or just an innocent desire to make everything right, he sets out to make this happen in a way that will somehow fix everything, for everyone.
It's a bold ambition, to be sure. One might say it's a utopian ideal, an impossible ask in a world mired in war and conflict. But Miquella holds this with a deep conviction that could only be manifested in one with a childlike heart, who can't understand just how impossible his own desire really is. He knows of everything his mother accomplished, and in his mind, the only thing that really needs fixing is to just do it right this time.
I'll be honest and say, I don't think Mohg's kidnapping was initially a part of Miquella's plan. I think the track record he already has in seizing people for his own purposes (the albinaurics, the white masks, etc) is enough to believe that he would do it again, and I think it tracks with his general understanding that acceptance is not something that is given to someone like him- it is taken.
Plus, given the understanding that he was bewitched, I just don't like the idea of taking a choice of his that is so central to the events of the game that it is a part of the opening cutscene, and rendering it effectively powerless on Mohg's behalf. I can believe that Mohg's need for an Empyrean body for his goals, meshed with an unhealthy, obsessive need for love from his mother, would translate into jumping the gun and stealing Miquella when everyone is away at the wheel. Love, again, does not come to him out of Compassion, only through force. Unfortunately for him, Miquella is used to failed plans, and knows well how to shift gears and improvise.
Miquella's vow to Radahn happened when they were both fairly young, likely well before Mohg had ever set eye on the vision of a Dynasty in his name. Miquella, forever trapped in the same stage of his life, not only keeps this promise long after it's ever relevant, he incorporates it into his ultimate desire to make everything okay in his new Age.
For the sake of keeping this about only two major characters, I'll keep the Radahn custody situation brief, but in short, Miquella is put in a situation where his promised Lord needs a physical body. And as it so happens, there is a fresh one right in his hands. Someone who also desired for his hand, and the glory of Lordship, but was much too late to be considered for the part.
Miquella's age is one of Compassion. It is so devoted to the idea of endless Compassion, that all other parts of him are shed and made irrelevant. In this endless ambition, powered by centuries of failed plan after failed plan, he starts to forsake so much of himself that the line between "Person" and "Concept" start to blur. He abandons things that should never be forgotten for the sake of a dream. He abandons his Love.
I believe that, in an ill-guided attempt to solve every loose end and satisfy everyone involved, Miquella chose Mohg's body as a vessel out of a "compromise" for Mohg's desires. Radahn may be his destined consort, and Mohg's death may have been made inevitable. However, the wish to be loved and worshipped as Miquella's Lord would still be made his - in body, but not in soul.
Ansbach remarks on the grotesque ritual by saying that "I'm afraid Tender Miquella fails to grasp the humiliation implied by this act." And I am inclined to take him at his word here. Miquella can't understand how this "solution" is an abomination, because the part of him that could have known better is long gone. It is a choice made in Compassion, but not Love.
I hope all of this expresses how much I don't believe anyone in this story deserved their outcome. Rather, their choices are deliberately made to call back to one another. I really do enjoy both Mohg and Miquella as characters at the end of the day, because in so many ways they are mirrors of each other's flaws. Both of them had the intention of using the other's body as a vessel for their own ascension. Neither was right for doing so, but they also had their own reasons for deciding that was what had to be done.
You can't have Love without Compassion, nor Compassion without Love, and that is why they were both doomed to make the same cruel mistakes in their grasp for power.
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crepezinhos · 3 months ago
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hey I just read your kazuscara fanfiction and wanted to say that I love your writing style :) i think you nailed both those characters really good 🩵 i dont usually send asks bc i am a silent reader, but I just had to hahaha, i just saw you wont update the story bc of lack of likes which is rlly sad bc you deserve sm more! a lot of ppl dont like or comment bc they too are silent readers, doesnt mean they didnt enjoy it, if it makes you feel any better about your work :) no pressure but any chances you will chance your mind for part 3 though? xD if not, its also fine, just wanted to tell you that before I go silent again xD 🩵
(also you can make a bot on c.ai!)
have a lovely day 🌹
A Third Round... and a Third Guy?!
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(REQUEST #8) POV: The sexual tension between you, Wanderer and Kazuha was too much for them to ignore. Both of them were so invested in you that it was inevitable that in another coincidental reunion, all of you decided to meet again some days later in Inazuma for an orgy. What you guys didn’t expect was Detective Heizou stopping by to chat with Kazuha about a case… and deciding to join to the fun.
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⚠️ WARNINGS:
— This is a smutty NSFW piece
— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns
— AU is: In-Game
— Contains: Orgy, degradation, pussy-slapping, praising and a little bit of homosexuality coming from Kazuha.
— Reading of the original post is advised
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“And then, the Oratrice officially found Furina as guilty and sentenced her to death penalty.” You finished your story to Kazuha while walking through the streets of Inazuma.
“Wow… so, Fontaine doesn’t have an archon anymore?” He asked you as his answer, genuinely intrigued with your story.
“Nope.” You shook your head side-to-side. “What about you, Hat Guy? Any news about Sumeru?”
“No, everything is boring there as usual.” He shrugged his shoulders, avoiding eye contact with the both of you. “Are we close to the bar yet?” His eyes finally found courage to look back at the both of you.
“Yes. Why? Are you in a hurry~?” Kazuha asked in a flirty tone that made Wanderer trigger immediately, and you giggled about it with Kazuha.
“S-Shut up!” His cheeks flushed into a pink tone.
“Kaedehara Kazuha!” The three suddenly heard someone’s voice coming from the streets ahead of you which you didn’t recognize. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you for days!” The man had long, wine-colored hair, shiny green eyes and a weird uniform covering his body.
He was walking peacefully towards your direction with his hands in the pockets of his pants.
“Detective Heizou!” Kazuha was obviously the only one that recognized him, smiling at him while you and Wanderer shared confused looks.
“How are you doing?” He raised a hand so that Kazuha would shake it.
“I’m great! How about you?” Kazuha obliged to his gesture and politely shook his hand.
“Doing great too! And I assume these are your… friends..?” Heizou took a look at you and Wanderer.
In the matter of a blink, his eyes mired at you up and down, which made you a little embarrassed.
You were dressing a casual uniform from Fontaine but with the exception that it was slightly more suggestive and revealing than the usual just to tease Kazuha and Wanderer a little bit. Both of them eyed you the same way when you first met them in the lands of Inazuma.
“Yes! This the Great Swordswoman from Fontaine, Y/N Y/S, and you can call that dude ‘Hat Guy’!” You and Wanderer both waved at him when Kazuha introduced you and him.
“Nice to meet you!” He waved back at the both of you friendly. “Are you guys hanging out?” His attention went back to Kazuha.
“Yes, we’re going to the bar and have a drink. Would you like to join us?” Kazuha offered, but Wanderer immediately looked at him angry.
“I think you’re forgetting an important detail about our ‘hangout’, Kazuha!” Wanderer protested with a lot of irony like he was about to kill Kazuha.
“No, no, no, it’s ok!” You jumped in, trying to srop Wanderer from possibly jumping Kazuha. “Of course, he can join us!” You winked at him quickly, which made Wanderer’s eyes widen in shock with your humility and versatility.
“Oh, I apologize for interrupting you guys! I just wanted to know if Kazuha would be free tomorrow so he could help me solving a case!” Heizou raised his hands, trying to demonstrate innocence.
“Oh, I’m not so sure I’ll be free, Heizou. Maybe the day after?” Kazuha offered.
“Sure!” He shrugged his shoulders with a smile in his lips.
“So, would you like to join us for the night?” Kazuha offered again, now excited to see that you were ok with it and completely ignoring Wanderer’s discomfort.
“Kazuha, are you stu—?!”
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Your clothes were practically ripped away by from your body by Wanderer and Heizou as soon the bedroom’s doors and windows were locked shut. You weren’t really surprised or bothered by it. Wanderer had previously described his desperation to fuck you raw to you back when you four were all drinking in the bar and Heizou had been fighting really hard to keep his hands inside his pockets this whole time.
That’s why in the matter of seconds, you were naked, thrown against the bed with legs spread and with three hungry men looking down at you from above, eager to have sex with you.
Individually… or not.
Wanderer was like a sly fox and obviously reserved his place in the line for your pussy. That’s why he was staring at you the most intensely and licking his lips like a hungry predator while preparing to make his way inside you.
“What a perfect whore… all spread-put and ready to receive some cock… You really haven’t changed a bit since our last encounter…” Wanderer ran his length up and down at your wet folds trying to lubricate himself.
“Mind if I use your head, Ms. Y/N?” You suddenly felt a heavy weight sit down by your left side, where Heizou standing previously. Since you were distracted by Wanderer’s intoxicating and beautiful dominance, you didn’t even realize he had been moving until that weight pulled you a little closer to the left angle and Heizou’s face showed up in a closer distance to yours compared to previously.
But before you could answer, Wanderer pushed himself inside you, causing a scream to beautifully escape your lips that made his cock twitch in the spot.
“Of course you can. She’s here for it.” Wanderer didn’t take long to begin moving in and out in a normal rhythm, trying to get to know it before fucking it more senselessly.
Heizou shrugged his shoulders in agreement and begun undoing his pants. While that happened, another “weight” sat at the bed, this time in your right side.
“You’re still too aggressive with her, Hat Guy…” Kazuha said while staring down at your face with concern.
“How many times will I have to tell you that she likes it like this?!” Wanderer sighed in response, sharing eye contact with Kazuha for a moment.
“Oh? She likes dirty talk?” Heizou smiled at both men, trying to ease the situation while struggling with his pants.
“Way more than that!” Wanderer answered with pride. “I’ll show you…” He placed his thumb against your clit and pressed it down while slowing the rhythm of his hips. “Beg for me.” He ordered in a dominant tone that made butterflies kick your stomach.
“Please! Fuck me like the horny slut I am! Please, I beg you!” You obeyed Wanderer immediately, which made his cock pulsate inside you in arousal.
Heizou’s eyebrows widened gently, pretending to be a little shocked with what he had just witnessed and Wanderer proceeded to really begin fulfilling his and your desires by slapping his hips against yours with a force and speed that was pleasurably breathtaking.
“So fucking soaked and eager to please us because of some basic degradation…” Wanderer giggled at you meanly while suddenly slapping his palm in your pussy, which made you squirm in the spot. “You can’t even be satisfied with a single cock at a time… Isn’t that right, Y/N?” He proceeded to dehumanize you from above with a big smirk in his face, which just made you smile back in satisfaction.
“Yes, yes… you’re right!” You submitted to him, trying to grind your pussy in direction of his hands to have it touched by him again.
“Wow… She’s definitely one of the most interesting women I’m ever going to fuck.” Heizou smirked while finally freeing his hard dick from its cage, more incited to have sex with you now.
You swallowed all your exhaustion down your throat when you saw Heizou’s dick getting closer and arched your head backwards with spread lips to receive Heizou’s dick inside you next while Kazuha mired it all with appreciative eyes.
“Good woman…” Heizou patted your head as he started to push in gently.
Now that your head was stuck in that angle, you realized it was going to be really hard to take in both men inside you at the same time. Wanderer bobbing your body up and down with his thrusts wasn’t allowing your head to find perfect shelter for Heizou, nor could he go too deep in you, otherwise you would definitely choke and gag multiple times. It didn’t matter that much to him, tho, he was still having fun
Meanwhile, for Kazuha, his hunger finally won him over and he started to run his hand around your body every now and then, especially in your bouncing breasts.
“So, as I was saying…” Heizou begun, rearranging his throat before continuing speaking to Kazuha and restraining his own groans. “A lot of people in the city have been reporting to my office that their homes have been invaded and some objects, like jewelry and Mora, were stolen. From the few houses I’ve visited, all the robberies seem to have been done similarly, which makes me believe all of them were done by the same guy, so I was thinking maybe you could help me tracking the culprit using your sensibility with nature and the wind.” He essayed for him while still making you gag on his cock.
You felt embarrassed to be the only one moaning and barely screaming. Wanderer was doing his best to keep his own arousal inside his throat, which was causing his nose to breathe really hardly and his eyes to be closed shut, which you thought was unfair to your situation.
“Oh? You think I’d do a good job tracking criminals? I appreciate your invitation, Detective. Where would we meet tomorrow?” Kazuha replied to Heizou, but before Heizou’s lips could vocalize anything else, Wanderer’s loud grunt and dramatic eye-rolling in boredom called both men’s attention.
“Oh my God, are you guys really going to talk about robberies and work in the middle of sex?! I’m trying to fuck a pussy here! Can I have the right to fuck her without getting turned off?!” He argued in an ironic tone while slowing down his thrusts because of the turn-off.
“Oh? You want us to take this more seriously?” Kazuha asked with a growing smirk in his face, as if he was creating an idea.
“Yeah?!” Wanderer looked back at him and responded him with an enormous irony.
“Alright then…” But what Kazuha did to obey Wanderer’s wish was absolutely not expected from any of you.
Kazuha launched himself in Wanderer’s direction, raising his arms so he could grab his face with his hands until they were centimeters away from each other and pulled him closer until his lips were against Kazuha’s.
Both yours’ Heizou’s eyes widened in shock while watching Kazuha increase the intensity of the hot kiss he was delivering to Wanderer. Wanderer, in the other hand, was so taken aback that he didn’t react for some good, awkward seconds.
And when he finally woke up back to reality, he immediately pulled away from him, even pulling away from you.
“What the fuck, dude?!” Wanderer wiped his mouth multiple times, grunting in disgust of Kazuha’s action while you, Kazuha and Heizou giggled in a low tone.
“What? I’m taking the moment seriously!” Kazuha shrugged his shoulders while kneeing in the bed again.
“Well, yeah! BUT I’M NOT GAY!” Wanderer screamed.
“Nice one, Kazuha!” Heizou cheered.
“You’re just not fun… In an orgy, we’re all supposed to have fun with each other, not just her…” Kazuha finally crawled away from him.
But he unexpectedly grabbed your waist and pulled you upwards, forcing Heizou’s glistened cock out of you too.
“All yours~.” Kazuha smiled to him while turning you to Heizou’s direction, locking your legs spread wide from each other for him as well.
“You weirdo…” You whispered to Kazuha while he pulled your chest to rest against his and used his hands to revolve the many areas of your chest with more freedom and will this time.
“Shhhh… just relax.” Kazuha whispered in your ear back while Heizou gently pushed his length inside your pussy now, causing you to moan loud in pleasure.
“Hey, that’s not fair!” Wanderer protested while guarding his dick back to his pants, crawling back in the bed quickly afterwards, trying to possibly retrieve your pussy back to him.
“You were the one who let her go…” Kazuha argued between the many kisses he started to deliver to your neck romantically .
God, Heizou and Kazuha were being so much more romantic and gentle to your body than Wanderer, it made your stomach feel even more butterflies kicking it around.
“You kissed me, man! Of course I pulled away from her, but I want her back!” Wanderer argued again, centimeters away from Kazuha again to confront him and his actions.
“With this proximity, I assume you want another one?” Kazuha winked at him, causing Wanderer to immediately step back in disgust.
“Just have a little bit of patience. I’ll be done with her soon.” Heizou joined the conversation, beginning to circle his thumbs meanly around your clit in rhythm with his sharp and slow thrusts in your g-spot, causing more cute moans to leave your mouth and your legs to shake in ecstasy.
Wanderer shrugged his shoulders and decided to cross his arms while watching the scene below him intensely only. But the way his index finger tapped his arm told you just how bad Wanderer wanted to touch and run his hands around you like Kazuha was right now or just fuck you raw.
The man was starving.
You simply stopping making any kind of force with your body, letting yourself to be fully manhandled as they wished to. You were simply having too much fun like that. To be fucked so greatly by a sexy guy while having other parts of your poetically caressed by another beautiful man’s hands and mouth was being one of the greatest pleasures you were ever feeling.
“So damn tight…” Heizou grunted, leaning closer to you just to press smooth kisses in your boobs with the help of Kazuha’s soft hands, making your head arch back in ecstasy.
Having all of your g-spots explored at the same time was turning you into an animal in heat.
“F-Faster!” You begged to Heizou, who noticeably smirked at your desperate tone, but still obeyed you with pleasure.
“What a hungry whore you found yourself to have fun with, Kazuha… I wonder how you found out about her in the first place.” Heizou stopped teasing your chest to look at Kazuha for a quick moment.
“Destiny tied us all together…” He poetically whispered in your ear in a tone that caused you to grind and clench around Heizou as a response.
“Oh, fuck…” He groaned feeling how your walls clamped around him.
His hands were pushing your legs down to the sheets, fucking you like a mating press. It was bringing Wanderer to feel so jealous… his eyes were barely blinking. He wanted to dominate you just like that so bad… but, Heizou was the one enjoying instead.
“Fuck, Kazuha, stop being such a tease!” You moaned out to Kazuha while Heizou brought you and him to have an orgasm that you two begun building before back when Wanderer was fucking you in missionary.
Kazuha giggled at your reaction like he was still a little drunk, which made it sound three times sexier. Kazuha had a really beautiful voice when alcohol was affecting him.
“Do you want me to go next, darling? I promise I won’t tease you too much.” He asked to you, using a hand to fix some threads of your sweaty, sticky hair.
“Yes, yes! Please, fuck me next!” You tried reaching your lips into his, but Kazuha decided to be mean and deny you.
“Getting rid of me, ay?” Heizou asked to you while his pace and voice became more erratic.
“It’s not like that…” You looked back at him embarrassed.
“It’s ok, I’m not a part of your fuck-group anyway… but since you’re going to abandon me soon… make sure to take every bit of me inside, ok?” Heizou raised his body again, holding your hips stuck in place so he could thrusts with more ease and precision.
“Yes, yes… fill me up..!” Your degradative words were like a switch for him because both you and Heizou immediately begun spilling both your orgasms inside you while his hips were stoned rocking against yours and you were both moaning like animals. Kazuha held you in place to make sure you wouldn’t possibly spill out a single drop of cum, smiling at the beautiful scenery he was watching. A little preview of what he was about to do with you next.
Wanderer’s cock strained hard in his pants, watching your pussy taking so much cum inside it like easy work, that he also grunted to express his pleasure.
“Fuck…” Heizou hissed while pulling out his dick from you, all creamy with both clear and white juices.
“Good job, Y/N...” Kazuha whispered in your ear while Heizou threw his head back to breathe in and out to relax himself from the exhaustion.
Kazuha quickly spun you around again and pulled you by your ankles downwards, having you laying down in the very center of the bed.
“You can have her now, Hat Guy, but I’ll be taking your favorite spot.” Kazuha ran a finger in your creamy entrance while he winked at Wanderer.
In response, Wanderer scoffed and immediately started crawling closer to your head and undoing his pants.
“P-Please, fuck me until I cum!” You begged to Kazuha, who still kept analyzing with your folds using his fingers.
“I will, darling, don’t worry.” He nodded while finally leaning his head down and using his other free hand to undo the hair tie in the back of his head.
He looked divine with his hair loose and you were so thankful that angel in front of you was going to play with your pussy. It even made you feel dirty to fuck with someone that angelical, but you knew Kazuha would think of it like that.
“Open your mouth.” Wanderer grabbed chin and forced you to look up at him.
You stuck your tongue out for his aching cock and he didn’t hesitate in pushing it inside as soon as possible. And at the same time, Kazuha launched his tongue at the deepest corners he could reach inside your pussy. You couldn’t help but try to let out a scream that was muffled by Wanderer’s cock. It made him giggle in arousal and pleasure of feeling your warm breath surround his cock so gently.
You didn’t even realize until now that Heizou was now simply standing up in the side of the bed, staring down at the scene very amused.
“Now we’re taking this moment seriously.” Kazuha murmured to Wanderer, who preferred to not engage in any more arguments.
Kazuha’s tongue got out of you and begun swirling your clit tortuously, dragging it around and bringing it to its edge of pleasure in a vicious rhythm. And before your pussy could grind and tighten around nothing, his fingertips started tickling your folds again, trying to make way inside you.
And when they successfully invaded your insides, your whole body jolted in ecstasy. Although he wasn’t fully bringing you to feel pleasure using his dick rather than his fingers, the torture of his fingers being unable to reach your favorite spots was making you melt in sadistic pleasure, especially when your mouth was being so brutally invaded by Wanderer.
“Such a predictable slut.” Wanderer pulled your hair to the back while you pleasured him, enjoying how pathetic he was making you look under him.
Your hips were absolutely locking Kazuha’s head in that perfect angle where he was provoking your clit at. It’s like he had already learned the formula to make a woman go crazy: fucking her pussy like it is more valuable than their life.
“K-Ka—” You couldn’t even gag a syllable of his name, but Kazuha was too much of a poet to ignore your voice.
“Feeling good, aren’t you?” He unattached his tongue from your clit for a moment just to purposefully tease you with his voice.
You nodded the most you could although your position didn’t help.
“But I haven’t even started it yet…” Kazuha opened the distance between his fingers inside you, scissoring them repeatedly at the most tortuous rhythm and spots ever.
Your eyes rolled back until they were barely miring stars. You couldn’t believe those fingers were making you feel better than a whole enormous dick inside you.
The way your legs shook and ground in Kazuha’s head for dear life told him that was enough to make you have an orgasm soon. All you needed was some extra cycles of those tiring movements that Kazuha was doing to your pussy.
“Use your tongue, you dirty whore. Don’t tell me you’re too destroyed to do that because of some fingers.” Wanderer looked down directly at your eyes, somehow managing to get even harder than before.
Your tongue tried its best to make way through his dick and stick itself outside your lips, serving as a soft slide for his cock to go in. You decided to also try using your top to tease the corners of his dick, causing Wanderer to throw his head back in arousal.
“Oh, yes… good fucking girl..!” He gently tapped your cheek multiple times in a praising tone, although he was smirking very meanly.
“Good girls deserve a prize, don’t you think?” Kazuha looked up to Wanderer between the many licks he was serving to your pussy.
“What do you propose?” Wanderer finally responded Kazuha without being mean.
“Let me try that thing you did earlier…” Kazuha rose his head, stopping the stimulation in your clit, but I’m exchange, used his hand holding your hip to carefully slap your pussy.
Your pussy and legs clenched around him immediately with that, along with a muffled scream that made Kazuha’s eyes immediately widen in arousal.
“Hmmm… she really does like this.” Kazuha’s mouth went back to your pussy right afterwards speaking.
“I told you! She’s a masochist! You should do it again...” Wanderer suggested.
“Let me do it, gentlemen.” Heizou’s hand ran all the way from your chest down to your crotch, centimeters away from Kazuha’s body.
His hand smacked you once very gently, trying to be easy in the beginning, which was teasing to your poor, abused cunt. And all you could was discount it on poor Kazuha, who was barely suffocating in your clit, but still kept his fingers going for your orgasm.
“So eager to be degraded…” Heizou whispered while admiring your pathetic, fucked-out face sucking off Wanderer.
“Fucking show her where she belongs.” One of Wanderer’s hands moved down to one of your breasts.
Heizou obliged with a harder smack across your pussy, causing you to groan once again.
“Taking it all so good like a real, dirty slut…” Heizou couldn’t help but make that comment to turn you on even more while he slapped you from multiple directions, in a rhythm that edged your cunt in pain every time.
Your eyes were tearing from the stimulation that finally growing into an aching bulge in your womb. With your remaining energy, you quickly moved a hand to Kazuha’s hair and pushed it down for dear life.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Kazuha asked while fingers brushed your hips, trying to show some love and worship to them between all the aggression you were having to take. “You’re warm like you have a fever...” He teased, but immediately went to the mission of precisely eating your pussy.
Your legs were squirming in the air, toes curling in anticipation for that orgasm was tensely being built in your nucleus, but unfortunately you could express little pleasure due to Wanderer’s insistence of making use of your mouth. All you could was trying to repeatedly try to grind your pussy against his tongue over and over.
“Make her cum already.” Wanderer’s eyebrows frowned in stress of waiting too long for that pleasuring view of you having an orgasm again.
“It’s coming…” Kazuha erratically increased the speed of his fingers and increase the distance between them to spread you more than you already were.
And in a second, your whole body twitched hardly with the feeling of your womb blowing your orgasm out of your body. Not even Wanderer’s cock was able to hold most of your scream, but he made sure to keep himself stuck inside you. Your back arched to an angle that managed to push your legs against Kazuha’s head, forcing even harder the wet contact he did with your clit while his fingers accepted all your orgasm coming down.
Kazuha rose his head and smiled down at the few drops of cum coming out of you, making the force you were trying to do in him look pathetic.
“My, my…” He smirked, slowly pulling out and miring his own creamy fingers. “Insatiable…” He smirked while licking his fingers and crawling away from you.
Heizou slapped your folds once now that Kazuha wasn’t in his way anymore.
“Good girl.” He praised, running a finger between your folds to get a sip of all the liquids that were dirtying your pussy.
You breathed hard, relieved with the pleasure Kazuha brought you to have. But your relaxation time was quickly cut by Wanderer slamming his dick back inside again.
“Spin around and bend over.” He ordered while pulling out from you, still holding your face to have some control of you.
Despite your exhaustion, you quietly obeyed him and got on all fours for Wanderer, who immediately pushed his cock back to your mouth. It made you gag. You weren’t expecting him to get so turned on with you being eaten out.
“Such a good whore…” Scara leaned closer to you, trying to focus his vision entirely in your head bobbing up and down around his dick in that pathetic angle.
“She really does like this kind of dirty talk…” Heizou commented from behind. “You had to see how badly her pussy just quivered with your words.” You felt Heizou crawl in the bed and placing his hands in your hips. “Let me make use of it while you finish off there or else she’ll meltdown with the pain of not being fulfilled.” You felt the tip of his dick grinding in your hole, trying to feel just how wet you were.
Heizou grunted in satisfaction when he pushed in and your body trembled in response.
“Goddamn, Kazuha… you made a real mess in here!” Heizou giggled at the feeling your pussy suffocating his dick as soon as he got in.
“Have I?” You heard Kazuha walking to Heizou’s direction while still tasting your cum.
“It’s sliding in so easily… I would’ve never guessed you were so good at eating pussies.” Heizou begun moving in and out of you.
“Why? You think you are better?” Kazuha sat by your side and laid down, admiring the view of your boobs bouncing with the pressure both men applied in you.
“Yeah, but I don’t think I’ll have time to showcase my abilities.” Heizou suddenly slapped one of your buttocks, causing you to squeak like a little mouse.
“Arch your back f’me.” He tried pushing your hips down and arch your back by himself, and you decided to help him by spreading your legs further away and leaning your body closer to his crotch.
“I’m close…” Wanderer whispered, almost breathless as he held your head in place to thrust your mouth in an erratic pace.
You closed your eyes and calmly waited for Wanderer to reach his peak while he whimpered in his own. His moans were incredibly high-pitched and teary for a man that acted so rude with anyone.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He grunted while the other guys just enjoyed the moment in their own way.
And finally, his hips slammed into yours harshly and you started to feel a string of hot cum taking space in your mouth. You had to swallow multiple times to take in all the cum that he had in stock for you.
Seems like he really looked forward to this moment, didn’t he?
“There we go…” Heizou commented while he saw Wanderer quivering with his orgasm.
Wanderer kept staring at you the entire time, his ego rising the more cum that swallowed in.
“Good girl…” He pulled out from you and tapped of your cheeks again in appreciation.
Heizou’s hand moved up to your chest and no pulled you upwards, holding you against his chest while he fucked you. Your hands simply followed his and rested on top of them. The way his breathing bitches close to yours was making you clench around him.
“Poor little Y/N…” Kazuha crawled closer to you until he was sitting right in front of you. “What has he done to you..?” He rose a hand to clean off the few spills out saliva and cum that Wanderer denied to take care off.
Wanderer, meanwhile, was jerking his dick off watching the scene, somehow still eager to mess with his cock despite the recent orgasm.
“Here, let me give you what you deserve…” Kazuha got up and held your cheeks softly, taking your lips into his smoothly.
You closed your eyes and relaxed your body, melting with Kazuha’s romanticism.
Your tongue couldn’t help but chase after his and force into a dance that he thankfully managed to comply with.
“It’s ok, Y/N, you just need to take it in one more time, okay?” Kazuha whispered between the kiss, your noses and foreheads touching each other.
“I think you should have her now.” Heizou shrugged his shoulders. “Although I’m loving this pussy, it’s a crime for you to not try it out.” Heizou pulled out from you but still held you in place. “She’s begging for you, dude.” Heizou playfully tapped on Kazuha’s shoulder while he walked away from you.
Kazuha got up quickly so he could hold you and impede you from falling in the bed.
“Oh, really? Is that true, Y/N?” Kazuha gripped in your thighs gently and pulled them closer to him, caressing them as he made that teasing question.
“Y-Yes…” You nodded while trying to throw yourself closer to him.
“Then I’ll give you what you want.” Kazuha sat down in the bed, pulling you with him.
You got the message on your own, so you quickly hopped up and landed with your entrance at his tip, slowly sliding down on him until you were sat at his crotch.
“Hummm…” He groaned, appreciating how your pussy gripped tight on his dick immediately. “You guys really turned her on, haven’t you?” Kazuha turned his face in both guys’ direction. But Wanderer sighed in stress instead.
“Just make her fucking ride you.” Wanderer stopped his slow rhythm in his dick while Heizou simply watched with crossed arms.
“Ok, ok…” Kazuha rose his hands away from your hips and laid this whole body down at the bed. “Come on, Y/N…” He looked at you with a beautiful smirk in his face that made your hips immediately turn on and begin moving like a machine.
He looked incredibly hot thrown in the bed like that, receiving pleasure instead of giving. Kazuha was also enjoying you with a lot of passion, particularly enjoying how boobs bounced every time you sat on his crotch.
Since you were setting the pace, you were sitting and grinding on him the way you desired to, meaning that all your moans were genuine sounds of pleasure instead of reactions to the sparks you were previously feeling. You were loving to have a little bit of power after having it all taken away from you. Not that you didn’t like it, but switching is always fun.
“Hummmmm…” Kazuha groaned with a satisfied smile, throwing his head aside.
You couldn’t resist your urges and leaned your body down, arching and grinding your pussy down in his dick, while your mouth immediately trailed a way in his neck.
“Oh, wow..!” Kazuha hugged your back, allowing you to continue completely. “Are you guys seeing this?” Kazuha asked like he was a little kid who just found out about something new.
“What an angle…” Heizou praised the scene you two were creating for them.
“Fuck…” Wanderer whimpered to himself as he quickened his pace, barely breaking his cock into dust with his fist.
“Come on, come on..!” You took a look under your belly, miring the mess you were making on his cock, creaming him with all the liquids that were inside your pussy.
You decided to sit in his crotch again and begin swaying your hips, trying to tease him with your gummy walls. Kazuha’s head rolled back along with a loud moan, taken aback with your initiative. Kazuha’s cock swirling around your walls while resting its tip in your cervix was surely making your head spin too.
“You look like a work of art, milady… A divinity.” Kazuha commented with that attractive, drunk face of his.
Now that he also had some pink marks in his neck from your make-out session with it, he was also looking sexy under you. If only he was naked too. But… his kimono wasn’t really tied-up anymore. It was just mostly hanging in his chest now since the temperature in the room was becoming intoxicating. Your eyes blinked in realization, and your hands quickly hunted his chest down.
You grabbed both ends of his kimono and pushed the hem away from each other like you’d die without it. His white-colored chest immediately showed up and shone with the room’s low lights.
Your pussy tightened around him immediately. Now he was also looking divin.
“Like it..?” Kazuha asked you with red cheeks in slight embarrassment.
You immediately nodded for him, causing his hands to move down to your hips and hug the gently.
“So let me cum inside you, and you’ll have the beautiful picture of my sex face, ok?” Kazuha smirked while beginning to assist your hopping.
“Yes!” You leaned down again, leaving the job of fucking entirely to him, but he fortunately took the opportunity and started thrusting his hips up and down.
After some minimum, quick thrusts, Kazuha begun bursting his cum all around you. You immediately leaned upwards to watch the man’s face and body contort with that orgasm in ecstasy.
To relax, you simply kept sat down on him, refusing to move while he kept that beautiful face of his.
You suddenly heard someone stand up from their seat.
“Well, I think we’re all exhausted, aren’t we?” He gently held you, pulling you away from Kazuha in a way that left you standing up on the ground with shaky legs. “And a little broken…” He giggled at his own pun.
“Wow… You were right about her pussy…” Kazuha sat up on the bed, looking more drunk than ever. His sleeves didn’t even stay at their original spot and fell down to his hands, leaving him shirtless, but he didn’t care about it.
“Don’t even think about it, she’s mine tonight.” Wanderer showed up in the scene while rearranging his pants with his dick back on it, pulling you from Heizou’s grip immediately.
Heizou didn’t do anything to fight his possessiveness back. He already figured out that the man had some good, unsolved issues that made him act like that.
“Why? Excited to have her on your own?” Kazuha teased him with an annoying smirk in his face.
“Don’t you guys have a case to solve?!” He avoided Kazuha’s question, making both men stare at each other in realization.
“We do have a case to solve…” Kazuha finally rose from his seat in the bed, rearranging his clothes and hair back to normal.
“Shall we?” Heizou asked, pointing to the door.
“Not before I kiss this woman goodbye…” Kazuha quickly walked to you and pulled you by your cheeks to smooch your lips playfully. “See you next time, Y/N.” He winked to you.
“Now you’re making me jealous.” Heizou quickly skipped close to you and smooched your cheeks. “Maybe we’ll see each other again!” Heizou smirked and both guys started walking away together, their conversation already beginning.
As soon as the door was closed, Wanderer sighed in stress.
“Tch, I hope he never shows up again. That Kazuha guy is already annoying enough.” Wanderer pulled your legs upwards, causing to squeak in fear of falling, but he simply held you like a princess.
“You’re too stressed…” You whispered in his ears.
“Want me to open the windows?” He asked while laying you down in the only corner of the bed that wasn’t dirty or sweaty.
You had closed them so no one would hear or see the things you and all the guys were doing in that room.
“Yes, please…” You said moving around in the bed, feeling all your sweat burning from the heat shock.
He obeyed you in silence, still with that usual grumpy face of his. Seems like making him happy was really a hard task, isn’t it..? Even when he crawled in the bed with you and covered the both of you with sheets, his face was stoic like he just had a bad day.
“Good night…” You still tried to get some real kindness out of him, but instead of replying to you with his words, he used his arms instead.
He hugged you from behind and immediately drowned his nose in your shoulder. You even tried adjusting your body to make yourself a little bit more comfortable in that position, but his hands were reminding you of tentacles thanks how strong they were holding you.
“You’re… suffocating me.” You gently whispered and he moved his hands down to your belly, but still holding you hostage in your own bed.
You sighed in relief. At least he wasn’t an asshole… or any of the men you gave yourself for this single night.
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drdemonprince · 6 months ago
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to the anon who sent me the message that took them 4 hours to draft.
I think your experience both with organizing and disability has probably provoked you to rethink the entire concept of "success" as our culture has defined it, even if you feel yourself still longing for some of the comfort and ease that capitalistic success can seemingly provide (or that we are conditioned to believe it can provide). im not sure what to say that can match the effort your put into your message, in fact i am galled by the fact that i know that i can't match that effort. i don't know how to make sense of the fact that a person who is finding it incredibly difficult to remain connected and engaged during this time, due to disability, has decided that i was worth that level of effort when they don't have the energy to message people they know. i don't think i am worth that effort. but i also respect that mired in all that you're mired in, it's a meaningful gesture toward engagement and connection to even bother writing such a message. i just think in a lot of ways i am a misplaced target for it, because i am a ridiculously privileged and publicly exposed individual who receives dozens of heartfelt messages that he doesnt find the time to respond to every single day. i think if anything that i've written rubs you the wrong way you'd be right to approach it with cynicism. because what the fuck do i know, banging around on my laptop every day and getting paid for it. how dare i lecture anybody about not unlearning capitalism adequately enough. i am one of capitalisms little milking cows. a massive publishing company makes a weekly profit off of me, off the byproduct of the worst years of my life and my worst traumas, as well as the meaning i've made from the scholarship of others.
i'm so enraged for you that you got a debilitating case of COVID (after several other cases) on an encampment, and that now the community you foster at that encampment is not there for you. i am disgusted at how more seasoned activists and organizations have regarded student protestors as disposable this entire year, selling them out to the cops, cutting bad deals with campus administration, and sending them to yellow and red risk level actions without adequate communication and getting them kettled and beat, or else nullifying their efforts with mealy-mouthed talk about keeping things peaceful. i see so many toothless, neoliberal protests happening here, ones that serve only as fundraisers for massive nonprofit orgs, and i also see literal teenagers being dragged right into paddy wagons by the likes of the PSL or the RCP while the Dems deride them and dance to Brat tracks, not even pretending to care the way they unconvincingly did in say 2020.
It's all making me terribly cynical, wondering where we are headed and whether i can or should encourage people who are younger, stronger, more energetic, more pliable, and more vulnerable to me to give up all that they've got for a cause when it's likely gonna be chewed up and spit out and not met in effort by anyone else. i am mournful of the fact that even i can't match that effort. every time i get a message from a friend or acquaintance who is going through some new awful traumatizing event i want to just curl up and disappear, because i can't even keep up with sending compassionate messages to all of them, let alone actually showing the fuck up and doing anything for them. and so sometimes i slip into the disaffected, blunted feeling that once led me as a younger man into libertarianism, thinking that all i can or should do is look after my own wellbeing, and fuck everybody else. and obviously that is a horrible path that is not by any means moral and certainly didn't help me anyway. it felt like we were on the brink of a great paradigm shift of some kind, a collapse of these evil systems, and now it feels like all of that is as far away as it's ever been, and that there aren't enough people with class consciousness and care for one another to make it happen.
i don't know. i think we all have to abandon our dreams of success, of comfort, of saving the world, the fantasies of everything being fine. i think we need to look to our immediate surroundings and our communities. i think we need to ask for help a whole hell of a lot more than any of us are doing, and to recognize that that is a form of helping. i think we need to get small. and remember we are weak animals. and stop thinking there is anything special or chosen about us. and to remember that nature can often be very cruel and that there is nothing we are owed. disabled people already know this of course, we know life isn't fair. we try to do what we can and yet we wake up feeling even less capable the next day, and it knows no logic and the universe remains indifferent to it. but there are people around us who can care, when we ask them to. and ways that we can just be there alongside one another in the muck of it all. not even necessarily making things better. certainly not being a savior and making the pain go away. maybe just sitting in the muck together.
all of which is to say, i am feeling stuck and overwhelmed and useless myself, anon, and i dont have any more answers than you. but thanks for messaging. im sorry people have taking advantage of you. including in my opinion lots of other activists. looking after yourself and not letting people guilt you doesn't mean turning into a conservative. the kind of anarchy that i am embracing right now is one that goes beyond linear change, beyond making meaning, beyond any idealistic visions of the future, beyond even fighting for some kind of symbolic survival. it's just being. none of it has to mean anything, none of it has to be headed anywhere. it just is. there is plenty for you to be bitter about.
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