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ivarthebadbitch · 4 years ago

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Strange things can happen

Chapter 3 summary: Ecbert has some advice for the newlyweds on the morning after. Ragnar makes an important announcement.

Canon divergent, everybody lives, arranged marriage AU after 4x14. Read this chapter on Ao3.

Previous chapters: [1] [2]

On Ao3: [1] [2]

Pairings: Ivar x OC, Ivar vs. basically everyone

Warnings: None

Word count: 1755

Tagged: @youbloodymadgenius @heavenly1927 @nukyster-blog @bae-roman (let me know if you’d like to be tagged)

CHAPTER 3: You never know with Saxon women

Ecbert’s head hurt, but it was nothing that a little wine with breakfast couldn’t fix. The evening had been something of a blur after they had put the newlyweds to bed: all he could really be certain of was that Ragnar had taught him some sort of dirty song in his language, and that he had lost a shoe at some point, so on the whole he had to consider the night a success. Though he did need to confirm one thing to truly count it as a success.

“I do hope that Aldreda and Ivar will be here before their breakfast gets cold,” he remarked to his son, who had been quietly eating his porridge. “However...that may be a good sign. It is unusual for a newly married couple to conceive on their first night together, but—” he nodded at Ragnar on the other side of the table, who also seemed a bit hungover—“as we all know, Ivar comes from fertile stock, so I would say that the chances are higher than normal. Wouldn’t you agree, Aethelwulf?”

If it was possible to stir porridge in a resentful manner, then Aethelwulf had surely mastered it. “I suppose so,” he said reluctantly. He looked over at Aethelred and Alfred, desperately searching for a different subject. “Alfred, don’t push your porridge to the sides of the bowl. You aren’t fooling anyone and you’ll just be hungry later.”

“Sorry, Father,” Alfred said. He still did not eat his porridge. He stirred it. Resentfully.

“Father, before Aldreda and Ivar arrive, if I may…” Aethelwulf said in a low voice, leaning in closer to Ecbert. “I know a great deal has been invested in this marriage and...and everyone hopes it will be profitable and agreeable to all. But they are young and no doubt somewhat overwhelmed by these events, and so all I ask is that you show some tact and restraint this morning.”

“Oh, is that all?” Ecbert gave his son a reassuring smile. “I will be very circumspect, I promise you that. Ah, and here they are!”

Aldreda came in first, followed by Ivar, with his arms slung over the guards’ shoulders. They deposited him on the chair next to Aldreda, directly across from Ecbert. Both of them stared intently at their porridge. Neither of them made a move to touch it.

“Please, eat,” Ecbert told them in an encouraging tone. “Both of you must have worked up an appetite by now. I do hope last night was fruitful?”

“Father,” Aethelwulf said through gritted teeth.

Aldreda gave him a pained smile before looking at Ecbert. “We...know each other somewhat better now.”

“Hm.” That did not quite sound like the resounding success Ecbert had envisioned. “In a carnal manner, I hope. There is no need to be modest; we’re all family here. Though it is also good to become better acquainted on a personal level as well.”

Aldreda turned bright red. At her side, Ivar looked like he wanted to slide under the table and disappear into a hole in the ground.

“Of course, it can be difficult to be intimate with someone you have only just met,” Ecbert acknowledged. “You will grow more comfortable with each other over time. After all, you have many things in common, such as...such as your age. Yes. The two of you are nearly the same age. And...hm.”

“Thank you for the advice, Grandfather,” Aldreda said after a moment. Nobody seemed to want to speak after that.

As the silence lengthened, Ragnar suddenly cleared his throat. “I have an announcement,” he said. “Now that my son is married and our treaty is secured, I intend to return home as soon as the weather is favorable. King Ecbert, I trust that I may have use of one of your ships?”

“Certainly,” Ecbert replied. “You are quite welcome to remain as long as you like, but I understand you must have responsibilities to attend to in Kattegat. Rest assured that Ivar will be well taken care of.”

Ivar’s head shot up, his mouth hanging open in dismay. “What are you talking about, old man?” he asked his father in Norse. “You can’t leave me here with these people!”

“Shut up,” Ragnar answered as Ecbert pretended to not understand the exchange. “We will talk about this later.”

The boy sat back in his chair with a sullen expression, and Ecbert moved to intervene. So long as Ivar was sulking and unhappy, there would be little chance that he and Aldreda would conceive an heir. “Perhaps after breakfast, you would like to join Aethelred and Alfred in the training yard?” he asked Ivar. “Ragnar tells me that you have some skill with a bow, and the boys may learn something from your technique. Unless you wish to spend the morning with your bride?”

Ivar looked up at that. “Training,” he said in English, and Ecbert thought he saw Aldreda let out a small sigh of relief. He would talk to each of them separately later, if necessary. But Aethelwulf had made reasonable points earlier that the couple had perhaps been overwhelmed by the turn of events, and Ecbert was nothing if not a reasonable man. There was still time—so long as they didn’t make him wait forever.

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Ivar finally managed to shake off the guards after dinner. The pair had evidently been tasked with dragging him around anywhere he needed to go—as punishment for something, he assumed—but it had been getting somewhat tiresome, and at any rate, he could get around perfectly well on his own. He ignored the stares he was getting from the passing servants and nobles as he crawled down the hall and banged on Ragnar’s door until his father finally opened it and let him in.

“You can’t leave,” Ivar snapped at him the moment the door was shut.

His father raised his eyebrows. “I thought I was clear about the nature of the agreement with Ecbert,” he said as he took a seat on the floor next to Ivar. “He allowed you to marry Aldreda on the condition you live with them. Me staying was not part of that. My brother Rollo remained at the court in Paris after he married the emperor’s daughter. It is a normal arrangement.”

“I thought Rollo was a great traitor.”

“Well, yes. But my point still stands.”

Ivar’s eyes began to well up with sudden tears and he turned his head away so his father would not see. But if you leave, I’ll be all alone here. “Mother will kill you if you go back without me.”

Ragnar laughed. “I’m willing to take that risk, but I think her heart will soften once she understands the benefits of our new trade agreement,” he said. He clapped Ivar on the shoulder and leaned in close. “Your task here is simple but important. All you have to do is please your bride. I assume you can do that?”

Ivar pulled away. “What sort of an idiotic question is that?” he asked with a scowl. “Of course I can. I will...I will...give her pleasure like she’s never had before in her life at this stupid court.” Even as the words left his mouth, he could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment. How had his father failed to see through all his lies?

Rather than asking more questions about how exactly Ivar intended to achieve this, Ragnar grinned. “Excellent. Don’t tell your father-in-law, though. He is looking for an excuse to kill you.”

“Aethelwulf can go fuck himself.”

Ragnar positively beamed at him. Then he pulled out a flask, took a swig, and handed it to Ivar, who followed suit. “Well, boy, since it’s our last night together for some time, we can drink to that.”

From there, things became somewhat fuzzy. They both ended up lying on the floor at some point, with Ivar half listening as Ragnar somewhat incoherently recalled his past exploits. He had almost stopped paying attention entirely when his father suddenly said, “Oh yes, that was the time I was with your mother and Lagertha. Now that was a night worth remembering, though I think they enjoyed each other’s company more than they enjoyed mine.”

Ivar propped himself up on his elbows. “What?”

Ragnar shrugged. “Don’t look at me, it was your mother’s idea. She got Lagertha to go along with it. Lagertha would have killed me if I’d made the suggestion again.”

“Again?”

“Oh. Never mind that.” He sat up woozily, cleared his throat, and leaned closer to Ivar. “Listen, your bride must have lady friends, right? It might be worth asking. See if Aldreda would be interested. But you need to be delicate about it. You don’t want her to take it the wrong way.”

Ivar could feel his face growing hot again. “I don’t think she has lady friends. There aren’t that many women here for some reason. Just Aldreda and Aethelwulf’s wife. Some servants.”

“Oh, well, servants can be fun too, but I’m sure you know that.” Ragnar flopped back down on the floor. “You were just a child at the time, you wouldn’t remember, but there was this one slave back in Kattegat...beautiful woman, never seen anyone like her before, she was from...from...well, it doesn’t matter. But I sucked her toes once.”

Ivar stared at him. “She liked it?”

“I think so. Anyway, might be another thing to try with your wife. These Saxon women...you never know with Saxon women...”

Ivar supposed he did not know. He lay there on the floor next to Ragnar for a while, trying unsuccessfully to rid himself of the mental image of his father sucking on a woman’s toes, and then imagining what his life would look like in Wessex all by himself, surrounded by strangers. It wasn’t too late, he thought to himself. He could just tell Ragnar the truth and then Ecbert and Aethelwulf would be more than happy to be rid of him. Aldreda would certainly be thrilled to have him gone. All he had to do was swallow the humiliation of everyone knowing that, on top of everything else, he was incapable of doing a man’s duty. But at least he could go home.

“Father?” he said softly. “I need to tell you something.”

No answer. He turned his head to look. Ragnar was passed out beside him, limbs sprawled and his mouth wide open as he snored.

Great. This was just great. “Fuck you too,” Ivar sighed.

#vikings #ivar the boneless #fanfiction #fic: strange things can happen

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reiverreturns · 4 years ago

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20 for the writing asks!

Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

I hope you know that you are enabling my bullshit and I love you for it <3 I talk enough about Eivor/Vili on main so I’m going to take this opportunity to wax lyrical about my other favourite duo - Birna and Rollo (my beloveds). It’s gonna be a long one so hold onto your hats!

meta writer asks

I adore sibling dynamics and when I was thinking through what I might do with these two in my fic things that kind of relationship immediately made sense. Because it’s not only the fact that they both have chaotic energy and are extremely fun to write - they offer each other pathways for growth.

When Birna joins the crew, she’s leaving an extremely tight-knit group in Grantebridge. Sure she has her opinions about Galinn and Lif, but Soma calls them all like-family, and I take that to mean that they all treated each other as such. Birna plays the fool, but she’s experienced - a brilliant strategist and incredibly observant. She’s also a classic extrovert, and I think she would really miss the closeness of those familial relationships if she didn’t go out and seek them in Ravensthorpe. Lets not forget that until she met Soma she never really had a family - when you find that feeling of purpose and belonging, it would be soul-shattering to lose it again. She needs purpose, a larger goal greater than herself.

Rollo, on the other hand, comes to Ravensthorpe kind of solo. He’s so young, has carried so much responsibility on his shoulders, and nearly lost it all through his own carelessness. I think he joins Eivor’s crew a bit like a kicked dog: a little humbled, still hurt from his own actions and how they affected his crew, still stinging from parting with Estrid. He has these huge ambitions for himself but has a crisis of confidence in his ability to get to them. In my mind he’s almost the opposite to Birna - he wants to push everyone away and shed his responsibility, at least until he can find himself and regain confidence in his own leadership abilities.

So that sets up a really interesting dynamic where you have one older character who’s walked the walk but is looking for something deeper in her life to give it meaning, and a younger counterpart who knows his ‘north star’ but doesn’t have the experience or wisdom to achieve it.

I think Birna and Rollo would get along purely because their personalities align - both fun and fearless fighters, both flirtatious and keen appreciators of carnal pleasures - but on a deeper level Birna would see helping Rollo and teaching him how to achieve his great vision for himself as her ‘purpose’. Rollo, on the other hand, would learn from Birna how to manage his impulses and selfish desires with the needs of his kinfolk, because as a leader your only true yardstick of success is how you build what’s around you. Hoarding power and glory you hoard for yourself is a poor measure and won’t outlast you (Soma taught Birna well *sniff*)

Last thing I’ll say - both characters know the value of their loyalty and hold it above most things. Both have witnessed the heartbreak that happens when trust is broken and loyalty is misplaced. So to claim each other as brother and sister is something ironclad in their minds. It’s an unbreakable bond, not exactly chosen, but just is. That’s why Rollo is the only person Birna actually calls brother, in spite of arguing early on that everyone in a crew are brothers and sisters when Rollo is in a massive mood and lowkey threatened by the appearance of Vili. Similarly, Rollo won’t call anyone but Birna his sister - even if it is usually under duress.

#you let the genie out the bottle i hope you enjoyed it #i have a lot of feelings for both of these idiots being side characters #rollo #birna #ac valhalla

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obduratemoon · 4 years ago

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Sedimentary City 15: DESCENT

Rehabilitation Systems, also known as the ‘Gulag’, is Sedimentary City’s prison system, located on a level known only by a few elite members of the Oligarchy. As such, it is a closely guarded secret. Prisoners, along with guards, wardens and other employees, are transported there unconscious and in sensory-adiabatic pods. No hint or clue as to its form or topology exists. Hardly any prisoners are allowed back, the few who do return remain tight lipped, perhaps a condition of their release or, more likely, conditioning upon release. It is estimated that perhaps as much as one-fifth to a quarter of the population has been sent down there, a large quantity of people vanished into that undescribed blackness.

The haze of sleep released its grip upon him and like crushed fresh grass, Jan found his awareness slowly arising to once again form himself. He woke up, languid and quiet, into a place so black and anechoic that it hardly felt like wakefulness, only a shining crystalline ipseity assured him that he was in fact no longer asleep.

The hatch opened and two guards dressed with black on black All-Suits stood by with truncheons in their hands. The All-Suit hoods formed into a visored helmet that was scaled like a pangolin with intermeshed hard plates. They seemed anonymous except for their body shapes, one much taller, the other stocky and thick. Where the visor met the top of their helmet headlamps glowed brightly making it hard to gaze upon them. Jan stood on a dim platform where everything was poorly lit. The only things that he could see were circumscribed within the headlamps’ pools of light.

The tall guard flicked his wrist and his truncheon was brought to life as it arced electricity, a tacit warning.

“Get out and follow us.” he said, not unkindly. Jan did as he was told and they walked off the platform and into a long corridor, almost like a tunnel. At the end of it was a door.

“When you go through this door, take off all your clothes and throw them into the bin. The room is a hygiene chamber, so it will clean you up and then you can put on the provided All-Suit. All prisoners wear it. Just listen to the instructions and make sure you follow them. Failure to do so means that the room will eventually run an execute-and-dispose procedure which, I assume, you do not want.”

The stocky one chuckled.

The tall man leaned in closer and said in a conspiratorial tone. “Mr. Kavfryd, I am also instructed to tell you that after you go through intake, you will meet two men. Go with them. They will take care of you.”

Both the guards raised their visors and looked at the wall on either side of the door, eyes open and revealed for the retinal scan. There was a beep and a click after which the tall guard then opened the door. Jan peered inside: it was minimal and grey, a small box plumb in its utilitarianism.

“Have a good life!” said the tall guard in parting as Jan walked across the threshold. The door closed behind him, irrevocable as death or birth.

As instructed, Jan stripped naked and threw everything into the bin. He was bereft now of all things, the clothes on his back the last artifacts which connected him to his past life. He stepped into the hygiene area and soon a mechanical voice instructed him through the procedure.

“Please stand here, please stand here.”

Jan moved to stand over a glowing circle on the floor. There was a woosh of air and the air shimmered as nanobots flooded the chamber. They accreted upon Jan’s skin, inside his nose and ears, underneath his cuticles, scraping and collecting dirt and dust. Once begrimed, they fell to the ground, another whooshing sound vacuumed them out.

“Please spread your legs.” Two foot shaped lights glowed to indicate where Jan should put his feet. He did so, his legs now spread out to form something close to a 90 degree angle at his taint. Very quickly, a hole opened up directly underneath him followed by an abrupt pneumatic sound. Jan felt something hard thud and attached itself right near the lip of his anus. Before he could scream or contract his sphincter, the thing had crawled inside and he felt it wriggling up, a cold metallic bolus, impossibly high into his guts. Jan let go of his breath and he gasped for air panting fast, eyes wide with alarm and horror. It was an alien feeling, excruciating and exquisite, which sent him reeling.

“Please be calm,” the room said matter of factly, “that is a tracker bot which will live just above your rectum for the duration of your stay at Rehabilitation Systems. Please step forward and put on the regulation All Suit.”

Jan took a long time gathering his wits and calming his breath again. But now that the thing had stopped moving and had been warmed up to be the same temperature as his body he could not feel it anymore.

He walked awkwardly and delicately into the next room which had a small bench and on the wall across from it was an All Suit, bright and pink. Jan declined to sit. The All Suit was made from coarse materials, pocketless and plain, hardly more than a jumpsuit. Jan wondered at how -- even now, in the pits of despair and nadir of his life, just moments before he was to be ingested into the Gulag and ejected from all life as he knew it -- it was possible that some part of him still managed to react with visceral disgust at the ugliness of this particular All Suit. How could it be that he still noticed or cared? It worried Jan that the perhaps at the core of himself -- basic, immutable, and constant -- was nothing grand nor poetic but instead merely a collection of capricious whims. Perhaps man’s recalcitrance at introspection has nothing to do with a fear of some chthonic and unholy monsters, but rather dread at finding nothing there besides baubles, vanities, and comic trifles.

Jan zipped up the suit and the voice then began to list all the rules and regulations within the Rehabilitation System, the gist of which was that there were many rules to follow but it was well known that only a few of them mattered. The state hardly cared what happened in the Gulag as long as the prisoners never made it out, a fact assured by the tracker. The tracker could be used to locate anyone, but it also doubled as a tiny internal bomb if anyone left a certain perimeter away from the Gulag. It was a small detonation, just enough to turn a person's lower intestines and rectum into a morass of carnal destruction as if meat pushed through a grinder. It was a drawn out and horrible death, the victims allowed to slowly contemplate their mistake as chunks of innards fell out of a horrendously expanded anus. Few attempted escape.

Finally the voice proclaimed, “Now you are ready to go inside.” And a door slid open to reveal a portal into a dark and enclosed world. The Gulag lived in constant subterranean twilight, the amount of electricity supplied to it was strictly limited and controlled.

Jan walked out and looked around, blinking his eyes as they adjusted to the dimness. Out from the shadows a voice called out.

“Jan? Jan Kavfryd, yes?”

“Yes.” Jan replied.

“Very good.” The man turned on his headlight and approached Jan. He was average in stature, his posture slumped as he walked with a slow saunter of arrogant dejection. The light of the headlamp threw out a weak trickle of tarnished yellowed light which jumped and moved with a life of his own, but in fact a function of his strange gait and gaze.

When he got closer Jan noticed that behind him, half hidden in penumbra, was another man, a giant, as wide as two people with prominent muscles noticeable even in all this darkness. Jan could not help but noticed that their All Suits were not pink but rather a dark grey. Each wore an arm band, light grey with a circle half black and half white described within.

The man who spoke was close to Jan now and he saw the pallid face of an older man, pale as paper. He extended a hand, “Pyotr. It’s a pleasure. The Boss and your father have done some business, on your behalf. So here we are. The guards must have told you as much. The Gulag is abuzz with the news of a Kavfryd, but no need to worry, you will be safe with us.”

Jan shook his hand, which was rough and calloused. He did not feel particularly assured by what Pyotr had to say but what choice did he have?

“Jan,” he said although they knew who he was already, “and thank you.”

The man jerked a hand over his right shoulder at the subsequent shrouded giant who stood behind him.

“That’s Rollo. Not much of a speaker, but capable and strong! Before he came here he was an Enforcer for the State, if you can believe it. But one day he went on a rampage, killed a crowd. Not that it should matter for an Enforcer, they usually get away with most murders. But one of the victims happened to be a high level Processor. Bad luck. I heard you off’d a Processor as well, eh?”

At this Pyotr emitted a slow chuckle. “I must say, I am surprised. You don’t look like the type.”

Jan remained quiet, gave a small shrug. What could he say?

“Well, it’s like they say, the only good Processor is dead one right? Rollo! Shake Mr. Kavfyrd’s hand already, don’t be impolite.”

The gargantuan man moved forward like a Rhino, placid and menacing at the same time. Close up his size was even more impressive, bulky and yoked up with trapezius so large as to make his neck delible. His hand was meaty and large and it enveloped Jan’s the way an adult's hand consumes a small child’s, yet his grip was gentle, almost delicate.

“A pleasure.” Rollo’s voice was low yet somehow sonorous and resonant. Up close Jan could see that he was as pale as Pyotr, as if carved from ivory, with strikingly sad eyes. Jan thought of the Elephant in the zoo, and felt that similar sensation of having a huge animal come forth and approach. A bit astonished and intimidated, Jan nodded his head in reply.

“Well, no point in standing around here talking by the intake portals, we should get you back. The Boss is excited to see you Mr. Kavfryd, and we mustn't keep him waiting. But we can’t travel with you looking like that. Here, put this one on instead.”

Pyotr reached into a duffle bag that Rollo had been holding and pulled out a dark grey All Suit. In the large man’s hands it almost looked like a mere handbag.

“And you’ll need this headlamp as well. It’s one of the brighter ones, just for until your eyes adjust.”

After changing Jan stood holding the pink All-Suit, his erstwhile garb, looking a bit lost.

“Ah, just leave that here,” Pyotr said, “no one wears that pink shit except the chattel. Ok, now come with us.”

#sedimentary city

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merakiui · 2 months ago

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SO EXCITED FOR THE SKULLY FICCC i need him so bad. heard his voice and omg??????? instant butterflies i need him carnally orz AND HIS HEIGHT TOO I KNOW HE’S BIGGGG DOWN THERE!!!! skully with his sweet voice cooing at u bc ur convinced he won’t fit ☹️ but its ok!!! ull start off w just the tip and work ur way down <3

This is how I feel after saying I didn’t really like him, only to now fall stupidly, wholeheartedly in love with him over the course of a week: 🤡

LOL but omg this fic is so fun to write!!! Dare I say my funniest fic yet??? :O Rollo, Fellow, and Skully with darling make for a comedic group hehe. (*´꒳`*) here is a small preview of Mr. Graves defending his lady from a terrible customer. <3

AAAAAA BUT HIS VOICE!!!! IT’S SO !!!!! *dreamily swoons* it’s so over for me. I love him in the most insane way. >_< and he’s so tall and definitely big down there and I’m definitely on my knees for him and he’s definitely going to ease it in slowly and be so sweet and gentlemanly about it and he’s a big Halloween fan and HE’S A ROMANTIC?!?!?!?! HE WAS QUITE LITERALLY MADE FOR ME???????? He’s so expressive as well……. my beloved has infinite reaction meme potential. ✨✨✨✨

#twisted chit chat #lots of quotable moments in this fic methinks #it’s 50% crack and 50% (halloween flavored) shoujo romance

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merakiui · 2 days ago

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MERA... MERA.. I JUST read the "can't leave until you have sex" Halloween trio thoughts.... and... oh wow. oh Fellow

"lie back and let his flattery work wonders on you / please don’t be difficult and please be impressed and please genuinely cum and please tell him it felt good / don’t ask to kiss / don’t say a word when he’s sloppy and salivating all over you" OUGHHHH I'M ON MY KNEES MERA THIS IS SO... OUGH....

He's so pathetic mister Honest I need you carnally right now. Badly. He's so frustratingly pathetically sexy.... I'm shaking I keep rereading that paragraph because he's so !!!

(the way you portray him Mera you big brained amazing spectacular writer. Thank you. I hope we get more of your thoughts about him...!)

>:) hehehe thank you for enjoying my portrayal in that post!!! I love Fellow a lot, so there will definitely be plenty more thoughts about him in the future. He plays a significant role as supporting cast in Halloweenie and it's my shameless excuse to practice writing him, so there is lots of Fellow to be had in that story. He's the perfect amount of smarmy wet cat that you can love and want to shake in equal measure. <3 100% "frustratingly pathetically sexy" as you wrote!

When his special move is quite literally running away when he can no longer tolerate or go against the trouble, it sealed my affections for him. He's so loserboy.... all of the Halloween trio are in their own silly ways. orz he's so shameless when he's pushing praise after praise,,, it's a little funny that he and Rollo are so outwardly fake like that. Fellow "platitudes make me wanna puke" Honest and Rollo "he treats me in such a friendly way with nary an inkling to the thoughts in my mind" Flamme,,, versus Skully who means every sweet thing he says LOL.

But in my mind he won't outright admit to his lack of experience. He'll just dress it up a bit,,, something something he learns as he goes, he's a natural, you'll see! But then he fucks like a guy who's just bought his first onahole and can't wait to use it. >_< there's a certain charm in Fellow who is more worked up than you are, who is panting like he's in heat, and pathetically rutting into you with a half-hard dick after he's cum too many times for him to seem like the sex god he hoped to show you. T_T still fucking you even though he can't cum anymore and maybe you haven't even cum yet....... the most pathetic, but he'll make an effort for you. I like to think he tries his very best to impress you with these things,,,, trying to make up for his inexperience with his silver tongue, but also he's really bad at using that tongue if it isn't to compliment you or dirty talk you. ;;;;

I have way too many thoughts about him... someone sedate me....... orz

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw

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merakiui · 3 months ago

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I wrote this whole thing out already tbh but I accidentally reloaded my tab 😭 so I have to type it out again 💔. I'm sorry if the first one somehow sent already and you get this twice

But nono that is Absolutely an NBC dress!! I see the vision!! I am personally not as big of a Rollo fan but I DO think he is a fascinating little bug. I'm putting him in a little jar under a big ol' magnifying glass and observing him for forever. I like that Masquerade offered us a look at other mage schools and how they work, what villains they're based on, etc. I really appreciate him for that. I did actually really enjoy what we got to learn about him too. Fun stuff! Love Masquerade.

AAAA fashion and eel blessings! I'm so honored :D!! Tbh Floyd has always been much much kinder in gacha than his brother ever has been,, so even tho I loved Jade first maybe I should give that other eel his proper chance. Since he seems to love my keys so much lol

I totally forgive on the forgetting to answer tho it's okay 😭!! These asks get very long. It's bound to happen! Obey Me had that update though a few months ago and it's been a godsend so far!! I played for forever but my cards weren't ever strong enough to reach the later story :( so I'm really glad Nightbringer offers the full thing for free so I can binge read!!

Since I brought up other games though,, I've been wanting to ask actually if you've ever looked into Diabolik Lovers? If you haven't and ever want to... I do want to warn you that the anime is NOT very good unfortunately </3. It's one of those animes that's just kind of a really shitty ad for whatever it's original media form was. It skips out a lot of important lore/character info, and doesn't really showcase each character properly since it tried very hard to focus on just 1 brother and failed. So the ganes/translations are 100% the way to go.

I bring it up tho bc it's my fave character's birthday today :D!! Ohh,, Reiji Sakamaki the strange little specimen you are <3 <3 my lovely wife that drugs people. I adore him. I think tbh you could like him too based on the stuff you usually talk and write about here. But obviously I could be very wrong! No way to actually know.

- :3

AAAA the horror of reloading the tab... I've done that too many times. T_T I know the pain well. </3

YES!!! Glomas gave us so much!!! It's one of my favorite twst events. Being able to see what other magic schools are like and how they function (NBC having a student council in contrast to NRC's Housewarden system). I really hope there will be more events like it! I'd love an event where the RSA students are given more spotlight or an RSA-centric event!!! It would be so exciting!!!!

:O giving Floyb a proper chance...... may he come home so quickly!!! May he jump into your arms enthusiastically!! It's Jade's loss for being so stubborn in coming home. >:( no hugs for that eel.

That feature is so helpful and nifty omg!!!! I want to finish the main story and learn more from where I stopped a while back. ;;;; after becoming a Jade enjoyer, my eyes have opened to Barbatos hehe.

DIABOLIK LOVERS OMG...... now that's a name I haven't heard in a long time. I did indeed watch the anime many years ago, but I actually haven't delved too deeply into the translations of the game. I might have to because,,,, vampire....... cool,,,, pretty,,, deranged.... orz the sheer grip those brothers had on me...

Please forgive my late reply!!!! >_< your wife's birthday has since passed, but that doesn't mean we can't still celebrate Reiji Sakamaki, the wife ever!!!!!! <3 I think my taste in fictional men has refined with my age because the polite (as a front) types (Reiji, Kyoya, Jade, Sebastian, etc etc) were never my preference, but now I am LOOKING. 👁 👁 I think I need Mr. Reiji carnally.

#chit chat #:3 anon

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MERA 🙏🙏 I NEED TO KNOW WHO U THINK IN TWST IS A VIRGIN AND WHOS NOT

Virgin - Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Trey, Jack, Azul, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Epel, Idia, Malleus, Sebek, Silver, Rollo, Neige

Not a virgin - Cater, Leona, Ruggie, Jade, Floyd, Rook, Lilia, Che'nya

As for my reasonings:

Riddle, Azul, Idia, Malleus, Rollo - do you truly think these losers (affectionate title) are reaching the bed any time soon? You hold their hand once and they are ascending.

Deuce, Trey, Jack, Kalim, Silver, Neige - they're waiting for that special someone to lose their virginity with.

Jamil & Sebek - too busy with their work (looking after Kalim and looking after Malleus) to think about losing their virginity (i.e. getting laid is not their top priority).

Vil - he is not going to tarnish his fame and image just because he wants to get his dick wet. That, and he has more important things to focus on (i.e. his modeling and acting careers and his academics).

Ace & Epel - currently in a competition to see who can lose their virginity first. Ace has done other stuff with his girlfriend (mostly making out and lots of wandering hands, but he's never had sex before. Despite this, he still brags that he was close to getting laid to everyone in his friend group. he was not close at all).

Cater & Ruggie - Cater has most definitely hooked up and had one-night stands before; either that or if you count e-sex as losing your virginity (e-virginity?). Ruggie will fold himself into any position so long as there's money to be earned.

Jade, Floyd, Rook - you cannot tell me they do not fuck. It's in a mer's instincts to breed and seek out mates. The twins have definitely experimented with their fair share of partners in the Coral Sea, though nearly all were just quick flings, and nothing was ever permanent or deeply emotional. And Rook is just Rook. If he isn't releasing pent-up energy during his hunts, he is 100% fucking. <3 but he will still view himself as a virgin because he wants to lose it with his true love. There is beauty in all types of sex, no matter how loveless it may seem, so to Rook even carnal lust is something beautiful. If you ask if he's fucked, he'll just smile deceptively and say something cryptic about how he's a hunter who has honed his experience and technique (yes, he has fucked. many times).

Lilia - with great, ancient age comes a lot of experience. Where do you think all of his pent-up energy went before he became a dedicated father? :) that, and having traveled a lot he has seen many sights (both in and out of the bedroom). Besides, even a war general needed to have his fun back then.

Leona - he has probably fucked some servants before because they're accessible but also so that he won't be trapped in an arranged marriage. Leona's logic is that you can't stick him in a marriage where he's supposed to be loyal if he's fucking servants. :)

Che'nya - cats get around.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw

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