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joelsdagger · 2 months ago

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‘tis the season || one shot

joel miller x f!reader

nothing new. nothing exciting. just some pwp. major shout out to my very freaky girl @dinandwhiskey, this fic was born due to our 4am conversations about fucking Our Old Man on viagra. and to my fellow ocean unicorn @joeloverture, for the encouragement, always. and to @pedrospatch, for being my eyes, and my biggest cheerleader, you have my heart. anyway – merry christmas eve eve & happy holidays ya filthy animals. may 2025 be ever so kind to you <33

pairing: dbf!joel x reader summary: you’re back in town for christmas, and it’s been months since you’ve seen your boyfriend, joel miller. and he decides to make the most of the brief window of time you have together. or, joel fucks you after taking viagra. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ warnings: [no-outbreak au], implied age gap [no mention of ages but reader is in college], secret established long distance relationship [that’s a mouth full] [that’s what she said], drug use, joel miller on viagra is a beast, pet names [baby, darlin’, sweetheart, kiddo], sexualization of the terms kiddo & old man, [mocking] dirty talk, size kink, praise kink, daddy kink, brief mentions of smut that occurs off page [i.e: face-sitting, fingering, anal play, ass eating/rimming, a reach around handjob, f! & m! receiving oral], softdom!joel, unprotected piv, missionary, mating press, overstimulation [rip our girl she’s fighting for her life], dacryphilia, finger sucking, biting, smidge of a pain kink, creampie, squirting, joel fucks you while you’re on the phone with your father, mentions of christmas, (2) christmas puns [author apologizes in advance for said puns], probably [most likely] inaccurate and unrealistic descriptions to the effects of viagra [remember, this is fiction!!], omitting a few tags as to avoid spoilers!!, aaaaand lastly, they’re in love BYE! word count: 3.5k

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“Just one more time, sweetheart.”

You don’t respond, tongue-tied. The agonizingly slow drag of his cock inside you is too much, your mind is a blur.

Joel’s been fucking you for hours. He’s made you come six times since you practically pranced through his front door. Twice on his face, once on his fingers, and three times on his cock. And now you’re overstimulated — cunt swollen and almost begging for relief — but Joel, driven by your high-pitched moans and strained whimpers, is unable to stop himself, working to make you come just one more fucking time.

It’s thanks to that stupid little blue pill his buddy slipped him that he’d been able to fuck you for this long.

In truth, he doesn’t need it. He never needs it. He fucks you perfectly fine without it. But you’re home for the holidays, and you haven’t seen him or come successfully on your own since the beginning of the fall term, and Joel wanted to take advantage of that.

Send you back fucked so full o’me you’ll feel me in here for weeks, he’d groaned.

Your drippy hole stretched out and clamped tight around the thick girth of him. It had been so long, your face contorted at the sharp sting, and a pained hiss escaped through his gritted teeth when he pushed the delicious fat tip of his cock past your puffy folds, splitting you in two.

The warm walls of your cunt pulse around his shaft, your clit throbs against the wet thatch of thick hairs stippled gray at his base. You’re too sensitive, too tender, cunt stinging with every long stroke, but not in the way it makes you want to use your safe word.

It’s just that Joel hasn’t let up. Two hours spent making you come and he hasn’t let up once. The only time he had given you some semblance of a break was when he got up, turned around, and sat on your face at your plea — your desire to show him how good he had made you feel all those times before.

His cock in your hand, weak fist tugging away at his length while you lathed away at the tight little hole in the crease between his ass cheeks. Even then, Joel couldn't help himself; shoved three thick fingers into your puffy pussy — timing the thrust of them to the desperate pumps of your joint fists — jacking his cock in unison while you writhed beneath him, pulling another climax from you.

Only when his sweaty thighs quivered around your body, chin tilted towards the ceiling and a stream of profanities poured from his lips, his body curling over yours as hot spurts of his cum painted your soft tummy when he felt your finger slipping past his puckered rim to the knuckle, had he given you a break.

“Attagirl, just like that. Pretty little pussy’s gonna cum all over me. C’mon, baby, give it to me,” Joel’s voice is thick with arousal as he rambles above you, his hips expertly rolling into yours, head of his cock nudging that place incompetent college boys have failed to reach.

“Joel—fuck—I don’t think I can—” You gasp frantically, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, arms wound tight around him.

He smirks with another deliberate roll of his hips. “Thought you said you could keep up. Isn’t that what you said? “Naw, I reckon you said, Try keeping up, old man, wasn’t that it?” He mocks, imitating your words from earlier. Fucking bastard.

A whimpering mess, your eyes pinch shut in response.

“I can’t—” you croak, fingernails digging into his shoulders.

Deft hands brush your hair back from your face. “You can. I know you can, baby.” His voice softer, barely audible through the wet smack of his balls, smeared in the evidence of your earlier release, firmly slapping against the curve of your ass. The sounds obscenely echoing through the quiet of his bedroom.

You whimper and try fruitlessly to nod. He knows you can, and he’s right. Your hips wouldn’t be grinding up off the mattress to meet his thrusts. You wouldn’t be feeling something roiling low in your belly.

“One more time, baby. Give me one more n’ I’ll let this sore little pussy rest,” he whispers, lips kissing away your salty tears.

You nod eagerly. His hand reaches up to the headboard, fingers curling around it and locking into place, his other removes one of yours from his shoulder, pins it to the pillow above your head. And with his hand clasping your damp palm, fingers squeezing then interlocking with yours, he fucks you harder.

The change in pace has tears spilling from your eyes and pooling into the shells of your ears. The wave swells, swells, swells —

Your phone screen lights up the dark room, buzzing on Joel’s nightstand.

You freeze, neck craning in the direction of the vibration, eyes squinting and damp lashes fluttering at the bright screen, Dad, it reads.

Shit.

You gaze back up at Joel, wide-eyed, panic surging in your chest. Joel growls. “Don’t answer.”

You don’t listen. You know your father, he’ll keep calling until you answer. Without saying another word, your hand comes up to the wooden surface in search of your phone. You take a few deep breaths, trying to quell the anxious heat swirling inside you, unplug your phone from the charger, slide a shaky thumb across the screen, and press the phone to the shell of your ear.

“Hey—” You clear your throat awkwardly, “Hey, Dad,” your voice breathy, tired.

You unstick your body from Joel’s, your free hand presses to his strong chest, a silent effort to halt his movements.

“Kid! I’m sorry to call you this late, but before you left for Eve’s, I forgot to let you know to be home in time for breakfast.”

Jesus. That could’ve been a text.

You sit up, scoot back into the pillows, while Joel sits back on his knees, wincing in unison as his cum-drenched cock slips out of your overflowing slit. Almost instantly, you feel a steady stream of his spend trickle out of your opening. He’d already managed to fill you to the brim three times tonight.

You fiddle with your bottom lip. “Breakfast? I thought we were just doing dinner.”

“Well, I thought since you’re only in town for a few days, we could go the whole nine yards. I missed our breakfasts together. I enjoy them, kid,” he says softly.

Your bleary eyes flick back to Joel. The smug grin that graces his lips and the gleam of something darker in his eyes don’t put you at ease. He’s up to something, as always.

You grumble, massaging your forehead. “Yeah, sure, Dad. I’ll be home by nine. Listen, I gotta—”

“Oh! Speakin’ of dinner, I was thinking of inviting Joel over,” your dad says, plainly.

Your heart stutters. “Joel? W-Why?”

The corner of Joel’s mouth twitches, dark eyes glimmer with mischief. Two heavy hands find your waist, and he’s sliding you back down towards him. Slow and suspicious, one of his hands finds your knee, and presses it flush to the mattress. You both watch as his other hand cups the back of your other knee, pushing it back down to match the other, exposing you to the sex-tainted air. With his eyes transfixed on the slow trickle of his spend, his hand then wraps around the base of his cock, tip lining up with your aching hole.

There it is.

“Poor guy has been asking about you, kid.” And Joel glides the head of his cock up and down your puffy seam, collecting your mixed juices on his tip then taps the heavy weight of it on your perked clit twice in quick succession; Joel smirks at the wet smack. You jolt, thighs attempting to clamp shut, his firm grip on your knee tightens, keeping you open for him.

You pinch your eyes closed and curse under your breath.

“What was that, honey?”

Your eyes snap open, and you scramble to recover, “N-nothing, I just–” You clear your throat again. “Sorry. What were you saying, Dad?”

Joel chuckles lowly as he leans forward on top of you, pressing his broad frame in on you, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Chest to chest, belly to belly, pelvis to pelvis, tacky skin against tacky skin, once again as before. He tucks his face into the crook of your neck, and with his mouth at your other ear, his tongue darts out to lick at the salty droplet there before suckling ever so slightly on your flesh, you bite back a moan.

Your dad, oblivious to your current state, continues, “Oh— Joel’s been asking after you. Think he’s getting sick of your old man if I’m honest. He keeps telling me he misses having you around, always goin’ on about how you’ve grown up right before his eyes…”

He can hear him. You know he can by the feel of the corner of his mouth curling up into a grin, teeth grazing your carotid now. He lifts his head, dark gaze meeting yours while his massive hands cup your tits, caressing, squeezing, kneading, while muttering, Goddamn have you grown up.

Your cunt flutters around nothing, and you sigh into the phone; your dad doesn’t hear it through his rambling. You don’t register what he’s chatting away about because then, Joel’s nose nuzzles into your neck, traces a line up, up, up until his tongue snakes out and meets the curve of your earlobe. Licks the meat of it into his mouth and takes it between his teeth, your whimper cuts off into a moan when the bite turns sharp.

His fingers fiddle with your nipples. “Naughty little thing,” Joel taunts, warmth of his breath fanning across the hinge of your jaw, “You liked that?”

You keen and nod, his hand dips south between your bodies, wrapping around the base of his length, notches the too-wide cockhead at your too-small hole. You turn your head, pressing your mouth to the scruff of his beard, muffling the whine he elicits from you.

Joel pushes inside, takes a moment, and just to mess with you — he fucks his tip in and out of your drooling hole in small pulses — once, twice, thrice — teasing you, making you moan. He tilts his head, nosing your cheek, breath hot and voice deep, “Listen,” he commands.

Absentmindedly, you tilt your phone away from your ear, away from your dad’s mumblings. You strain your ears to obey him. In and out, in and out. The squelch of your sticky wet reverberates against the four walls of his bedroom as the blunt head of his cock moves in and out.

In. And out.

“Fuck,” you mutter, eyes flitting down to watch his cock impale you.

Your dad’s voice cuts in through the fog, redrawing your attention.

“Sweetie? You okay? What’s wrong?”

Your eyes widen. Shit. “I’m–I’m–fine, I– I j-just stubbed my toe. Dad, I really can’t t–” You stammer, and Joel chuckles lowly.

Your stuttering emboldens him, taking it as an invitation to torture you further, and with his lips against your ear, a breathy moan escapes from his lips as Joel feeds you his cock, slowly working himself back into your spent cunt. So painfully slow that he ensures you feel every ridge and every vein, and in turn, he feels every inch of your warm, velvet walls sucking him in as he eases himself into you. Used cunt clamped tight around him as you welcome him back in — inch by torturous inch.

He stills once he reaches resistance, and you bite your bottom lip hard enough that you taste copper, suppressing the moan climbing up your chest as his tip knocks your cervix, heavy balls pressed flush to your ass — finally bottoming out inside you.

He ruts into you once, tip bumps your cervix again — goading you, and you gasp in return, fingernails indenting his shoulder, half–moon crescents marking his skin. Beads of sweat roll off his forehead and onto your face, mixing with the warm tears now cascading down your face, and your tongue darts out to taste it. The flavor of him — his sweat, his musk — only feeds the dizzying blur that is your mind. But through the foggy haze and the lewd, wet slap of flesh against flesh, you think you can hear your dad saying, You really need to quit the habit of walking around in the dark, kiddo.

And you think you’re nodding, an endless litany of, yes, yeah–yeah slipping past your lips, as you rush your way through the phone call with your father, uncaring. Only interested in the shifts of Joel’s hips, slowly fucking into you in measured thrusts.

Joel tuts. “Such a dirty fuckin’ girl, gettin’ off while speakin’ to her daddy.” And your grip in his hair tightens, walls tensing in response. “Attagirl, keep squeezin’ me like that. You gonna show me just how naughty you are for me, hm? Gonna let me have it with him on the phone? Gonna cream all over my cock, naughty girl?”

You nod your head numbly, mouth dry and unable to speak with the tip of his cock prodding at the soft spot inside you on every languid stroke, hips swaying back and forth.

The wave begins to crest, and despite your eager nodding at Joel only a second prior, there’s no way in hell you’re really going to come on your boyfriend’s cock — your dad’s best friend — while on the phone with your father.

Your voice claws its way up your throat, “D-dad, I’m — mmm — sorry I really have to g–” You think your thumb presses the red button, but your phone slips from your hand, dropping to the carpet with a muffled thump, and it’s too late to check if you’ve fully hung up on him, and frankly, you’re too consumed by your lover to care.

Grinning with pride, Joel pulls back, cock halfway out of your pussy and your hands grasp at his shoulders.

“Joel— f-fuck–please,” you beg, your resolve melting.

He clicks his tongue. “Na-uh, try again.”

“D-d-daddy–please,” you whine.

“D-d-daddy,” he mocks above you. “Say it, pretty girl.” He knows, but he wants to hear you say it.

“Harder. Please, daddy–I–I wanna come, please, I wanna come,” you mewl, voice all whiny and petulant.

He says nothing. Without pulling out of you, his long fingers wrap around to grip the backs of your knees, pinning your thighs to your chest, knees to your shoulders, feet dangling in the air beside his beautiful head, folding you in half. Then, he moves to plant his feet flat on the mattress, propping himself up, hands on your thighs to steady himself.

You’re already a mewling, writhing mess underneath him as he fucks in and out of your wasted cunt — it doesn’t take much longer for you to get there. The air fills with sounds of the headboard hammering against the wall and filthy, sloppy sounds of where you two are connected as he bashes into you with arrant primal vigor.

The new angle has him hitting a point inside you, deeper than you ever thought to exist. And still — the wave doesn’t break. With his eyes locked on yours, you know he can tell. He can always tell. He’s made you scream his name enough times since the beginning of your many clandestine meetings last summer to know when you’re teetering on the edge. In need of more.

And for a moment, you think you can see it in him. Hazel eyes practically glint against the pale moonlight that spills into his bedroom. Joel bares his teeth in a cocky grin, his hand releases one of your thighs to cup your face, thumb parting your plush lips when he says, give it to me, kiddo, soak your old man’s cock.

Oh fuck.

Your eyelids flutter shut, your head falling back onto the pillows, hands clutching and pulling at tufts of his grizzled curls. Lips closing around his thumb wedged in your mouth; licking, sucking, biting into his flesh, as the crest finally breaks and washes over you, taking you under the rogue waves.

But Joel still doesn’t let up. One more time, my ass.

He’s insatiable. And he shows you just how insatiable he is when his thumb slips from your spit-smeared lips and reaches between your bodies, the pads of his fingers expertly thrum at your sensitive clit.

Your face twinges up at the intense, almost painful pressure as he pinches your clit between his index and middle fingers, hard. The swing of his hips speeds up, cock relentlessly beating your sore cunt. The sight of his girth, disappearing and reappearing as he pounds your pussy at a punishing pace, and his fingers twisting your swollen clit has your belly pulling taut and snapping within the same beat. With a broken shout of his name, you gush around the root of his cock, dripping down his balls. It’s warm and sticky when it seeps down, past your tight ring of muscle, soaking his blue sheets and turning them the shade of charcoal gray.

Joel coaxes you through your seventh–eighth toe-curling orgasm of the night. An endless stream of sweet nothings spills from him — good girl, that’s it, kiddo. I know, I know, it’s so much, I know – fuck– such a good fuckin’ girl, as he fucks you through it.

Your sloppy cunt clenches around him, and with his cock choked tight, deep within your bruised walls, he follows soon after. Growls raggedly as he unravels, and his own orgasm rolls through him, decking the hall of your weeping cunt with warm, milky ropes of cum for the fourth time tonight.

Joel collapses onto your sticky chest, placing open-mouthed kisses to your dampened face — your cheek, your nose, your forehead, while he pumps you full of his seed, abiding by his promise. And when he’s done, his sweaty forehead drops to yours for a moment. The waves now a steady ripple through your body as you come down.

After a moment, he lifts his head, and in retaliation for giving you what was possibly the best fuck of your life while on the phone with your father and nearly exposing your tryst, you bring one of his hands to your face, hollow your cheeks, and suck his thumb while looking up at him with wide and falsely innocent eyes.

He licks his lips but manages to pry his post-coital eyes away. Instead, his cum-soaked cock slips out of your tired, leaking cunt. When he leans back, you swallow a moan, catching sight of the aftermath of your many arousals in his pubic hair. Graying curls swimming in a pool of your combined releases that drips down his thighs. A thin strand of your shared pearlescent spend shines in the soft moonlight, stretching from his balls to your folds, still connecting the two of you as he pulls away.

Joel misses it, something else pulls his attention. His gaze shifts to the clock beside your head. A hint of a smirk passes over his lips.

“You’re lucky it’s Christmas, darlin’,” voice low, dangerous.

Your head snaps in the same direction. It’s past midnight. You smirk in turn and pull the comforter up to hide it.

You feel him shift over you, elbow popping loudly as he reaches for what he’s looking for before he moves to sit up beside you, back against the headboard. His hand pulls the comforter back down from your face, and you roll over and sit up on your knees to face him.

His other palm opens, wordlessly presenting you with a single twig of some plant. One with moss green, teardrop–shaped leaves and plump, round berries, waxy and opaque in color.

Mistletoe.

You take the meat of your bottom lip between your teeth, stifling a laugh that threatens to bubble through you. Because of fucking course he would.

Though, the soft laugh is short-lived. His broad hand waves the mistletoe over him, but not where it should be. Your gaze follows the movement of his hand, and your mouth falls agape. Your eyes snap back up to Joel’s, and his wicked smirk broadens.

Joel Miller — naked as the day he was born and splayed on top of his messy sheets — dangles the mistletoe over his length, still hard as a rock and stirring in his other hand.

But it doesn’t stop there.

Beneath the mistletoe rests a lump of bright red and velvety felt; a fluffy white cuff rounds the brim, and a matching fuzzy white bobble hangs at the end of it.

A Santa hat perched jauntily on his cock.

You shut your mouth and swallow thickly, already feeling that familiar ache at the apex of your thighs, and you clench around emptiness, a stream of his seed dribbling out of your overstuffed cunt and further soiling his bedding.

“But it ain’t a Merry one till you give Santa's big sack a few kisses.”

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grobenart · 15 days ago

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I need you to know that I'm hardcore shipping the smiling-bag-head Deadpool with Bag-Man (i.e. Spider-Man wearing the paper bag with eye holes cut in it)

I feel like I should apologize for this in advance 💀

where did he even get that giant bag. how did he even get that giant bag

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carto0ncritter · 3 months ago

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I wanted to address some of the points your previous asker made https://www.tumblr.com/carto0ncritter/766355644544696320/i-just-want-to-say-that-i-personally-disagree-with, but I kept getting bogged down in the quagmire of it all. In the end I gave up and just let it be long - apologies for the wall of text but I'm tired of seeing the fandom repeat talking points similar to IRL apologia whenever someone isn't a perfect enough victim for them.

1 A fixation on "if Blitzo could say no in this or that specific instance, that 'proves' every other yes was freely given"

This line of argumentations fixated on the idea that if Blitzo wasn't shaking with fear and unable to refuse Stolas every time, he must have felt safe and able to consent every time. But there's a wilful disregard for how the deal works - the basic arrangement is Blitzo gives Stolas the book on the full moon and then they have sex.

The times Blitzo feels able to say no either fall outside that arrangement (Ozzie's being a one-off night out where Blitzo STILL felt the need to apologize for not wanting sex which doesn't say much for how safe he feels to refuse, and dragged a hand over his face when Stolas started talking like he was dreading dealing with Stolas trying to make a move on him) or because Stolas himself gave Blitzo an out. Blitzo wasn't taking months off until Stolas gave him the option, because it's Stolas who holds all the power and what he says, goes. We don't see Blitzo demand a night off and Stolas hand it to him before then - Blitzo phrases it explicitly as Stolas giving him nights off from 'having to' (i.e. a mandatory chore he has to do when asked) sleep with him.

Likewise all the texts show this same dynamic - once s2 happens Stolas is trying to get Blitzo to want to voluntarily spend time with him but Blitzo explicitly says in one text 'It's ur night' because that's how it's worked until now and he had no reason to think otherwise; the deal hadn't ended yet so Blitzo believed the terms were still in effect.

Side note - there's a specific mention of a shot during All 2 U when Blitzo - according to OP - refuses to stay after sex, proving he can say no. First off, saying no only counts if it's before sex, not for cuddling. Again, cuddling falls outside the deal.

And more importantly, I'm wondering if this is the shot being referred to:

https://64.media.tumblr.com/306e7f801fff142d57bee633abdfa9c6/90d50e1d22f5b44b-e8/s400x600/c03e4f8a2f96de0cc9c7add6749cc1e367187d90.jpg

If so, it boggles my mind anyone would use this as 'evidence' that Blitzo could always say no.

Really look at this shot: Blitzo's eyes are narrowed to slits and he looks furious & degraded. It's hard to tell if Blitzo is angry because of the sex he was just forced to have, or he's angry because Stolas is trying to get more out of him while he's trying to leave. Either way I don't see how anyone can look at that expression and think 'there's a man who just had sex/was asked to have sex he's totally enthusiastic about!' Any other show, any other fandom, this would be universally understood as a depiction of the moment right after coerced sex i.e. rape. If there is a single instance of Blitzo not wanting to do it but feeling like he has to, then that is rape. Period. Kill shot. End of discussion. No amount of 'he said no one time/he enjoyed it one time' fixes that or 'proves' all of them were fine. Consent is a case by case basis.

2 Blitzo had other options besides the Grimoire

This feels unrelated tbh; it's edging into 'well Blitzo could have done something else so having sex extorted out of him is his fault!' But to respond quickly:

The crystals existing doesn't mean Blitzo understood 100% how they worked or if he'd be able to use one (he says 'a what now?' or something when Stolas gave him one) or if it was a succubi-only thing and he has no reason to assume Ozzie would just hand him one (especially not once he knows Fizz works with him). By comparison Stolas had a book about them in his library all along apparently, is a prince on friendly terms with Ozzie so in a way better position to ask and had more incentive not to want to risk his book. But he didn't because he knew he could use his book to get sex.

Likewise saying Blitzo could just do Hell assassinations ignores what little worldbuilding around the economy there is. It's well established assassins doing Hell-based missions are more common while offering to kill Earth targets is a USP that brings in a steady client base that helped Blitzo found a business and rent an office (both things it's repeatedly said imps don't normally do). Stolas was under no obligation to let him keep the book, of course, but no one was forcing him to make a favors for favors deal to get sex out of Blitzo (and s2 adding Asmodean Crystals makes the idea that he didn't want to hurt Blitzo's business look 100% false: his only motivation for quid-pro-quoing this is unambiguously to get sex; him framing it as 'supporting' Blitzo is self-aggrandizing narcisstic nonsense).

3 Blitzo is shown wanting sex and wanting Stolas back in Full Moon/Apology Tour

This is a thing the writers like doing - backfilling stuff that should have been shown way earlier in order to rewrite the story into anything they need it to be that second.

S1 Blitzo's attitude to Stolas alternates between repulsed, indifferent and enjoying the power he has over Stolas by being the dominant one. He straight up glares at him like he despises him after Stolas yanks on his face in Truth Seekers (not to mention the chain vision implies he feels trapped and degraded). S2 Blitzo just seems…idk, annoyed by him some of the time? They don't exactly get on better. Then Oops backfills Stolas is being a totally nice person on the phone now and Apology Tour tries to insert flashbacks to stuff we should've seen in the show - i.e. Blitzo actually enjoying his company. Inserting the good times after the two characters have a falling out is totally backwards - we need the actual care and attraction establishing beforehand, not after. Stolas laughing at some of Blitzo's jokes and Blitzo worrying Stolas can actually get hurt is such a bare minimum floor for a ship

As it is the change is so abrupt it's just as easy to argue Stolas has made Blitzo believe all he's good for is sex (and he's panicking because Stolas has cut him off twice now without attempting to talk things out or apologize for any of his demeaning, objectifying behavior, which would make anyone think they aren't even good enough to exploit anymore and that they deserve to be mistreated without explanation) or that Stolas ending the arrangement just set off his abandonment complex. That and trauma bonding is a thing that could definitely happen with a 'relationship' as toxic as this one. Putting it short, the writing is so poor that even though they obviously want us to think Blitzo actually likes Stolas it's kind of hard to tell what he even likes about him or when it started.

4 The closing point

So the original post ends on "it's pretty clear that Blitzo at no point felt coerced into having sex with Stolas, and the people that claim otherwise I have good grounds to believe aren't even watching the same show anymore."

On some level that's true, because Helluva isn't the same show anymore.

Season 1 opened with an episode where Blitzo couldn't give informed consent to Stolas' deal because his life was in danger and his business was being threatened, and Stolas knew all of that. He could see Blitzo was injured and hear the gunshots along with Blitzo whispering and telling him repeatedly to get to the point. He took a hurried 'fine, whatever!' as consent.

He ignored Blitzo telling him not to hit on him at Loo Loo Land (multiple times) - the fact Blitzo seemed legitimately worried Stolas would try to 'diddle his holes' while Stolas' daughter was there speaks volumes to just how safe he felt around Stolas. Harvest Moon has a similar arc - Blitzo takes Stolas' invite in good faith and in return gets demeaned in front of a crowd of imps. Once again he feels so disrespected by Stolas by the end of the episode he explicitly mentions the 'thirsty owl onstage' as the reason why he didn't go to the harvest moon ceremony and had Striker not hurt M&M, he probably could have persuaded Blitzo into joining him. He feels so safe around Stolas, apparently, that when Stolas asks for a reward after saving him he immediately assumes Stolas expects Blitzo to pay him with his body - something which Stolas immediately agrees to. All this culminates in the season finale where he uses Stolas to get into a club and is surprised when Stolas tries to talk to him like a person for once. He's never done that before.

But the damage is done by then. He drops Stolas off, looks desperate to be able to leave when he thinks Stolas is going to try and get sex out him (like always), then tells Stolas all he wants is for Blitzo to fuck him and he makes that really clear 'all the time'.

But what in a decent show would be a condemnation of Stolas' behavior because Blitzo did feel coerced into sex at several points (read: the whole first season, actully) was in fact the writers trying to make the viewers feel sorry for Stolas - a fact that's only come into sharper and more awful focus the more they double down on making Stolas the saddest prince to ever exist in s2 and throw everyone else under the bus to do it.

Finishing off, there's really only one thing I can say left to anyone still insisting the writers aren't trying to retcon the rape ship that they wrote. And that's this:

What Stolas has done to Blitzo is the definition of quid pro quo sexual coercion.

To quote from a source:

https://www.wmlawyers.com/oakland-sexual-harassment-attorneys/eeoc-definition/quid-pro-quo-harassment/

“Quid pro quo” literally means “this for that” in Latin. Quid pro quo sexual harassment occurs when employment, pay, benefits, title, position or other opportunities for advancement or training are conditioned on the submission to unwelcome sexual advances. Whether the harassment is explicit or implicit, it is illegal.

Read that again - when employment is on the condition of submission to unwelcome sexual advances. That's literally what the deal is - Blitzo keeps his job if he sleeps with Stolas. And as we've seen in most of s1, the advances are unwelcome. Even if Blitzo had been more enthusiastic from the start, his job would still depend on keeping Stolas sexually gratified.

A dynamic like that is always going to be prone to abuse no matter how many 'but Blitzo enjoyed it this one time!!' caveats the writers stick on it, because if he had a day where he wasn't feeling into it he would feel obliged to hide his feelings and sleep with Stolas anyway because his livelihood literally depends on it. That isn't informed consent. And this rhetoric is pernicious and should go the way of the dodo

THIS

#anti helluva boss #anti stolas #anti stolitz #fuck stolas #anti vivziepop #helluva boss critical #fuck vivziepop #helluva critical #anti stans #tw abuse #anon ask #anon #helluva critique #helluva criticism #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months ago

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AITA for killing my character and quitting a D&D game I was part of?

Apologies in advance but this is going to be rather long, I'll put a TL;DR at the bottom.

So this all started about eleven months ago when I (14, she/they/he) started getting into D&D, and joined a D&D group thanks to a friend of mine we'll call T (14, he/they). The group was made up of about five people total, but the main people in this situation are me, T, and the DM who we'll call N (15, he/him).

Now when I was making my character, T was helping me out by letting me describe what sort of character I wanted and suggesting different races, classes etc to make it work how I wanted, and what we ended up with was a Pact of the Undead warlock. The backstory of my character was that their older brother died defending them from an invasion of the village they lived in.

My character managed to make contact with their spirit in the afterlife and formed a "pact" with them, gaining power in exchange for letting him "look after them" (i.e. keep watch over them from the afterlife, protect them from harm, all that sorta thing). T told me to run the final concept past N but that they were sure it'd be allowed and that the pact idea was really sweet.

So I told N about my character and the backstory idea like T suggested and N seemed really on board with the whole thing, though he wanted to make a few slight changes to things in secret that would come up during the campaign, to make things more exciting I guess.

I told him I was alright with that, as long as nothing about who the pact was with and what it was for changed too much. He assured me that it wouldn't and that he'd get back to me on what changes he was planning, but he never did, and at the time I just put that down to him being busy.

The campaign starts, and for the first few months things are going pretty good. I do notice that a lot of NPCs, in fact nearly every non-child NPC, seems to be flirting(?) with my character, but I don't think too much of it at first, she is a young elven woman with blonde hair and silver eyes and everyone in the group has said that she's very pretty.

It isn't until one of the others who is also playing an elven character points out that they've been on the receiving end of essentially racism towards elves from NPCs who have simultaneously been showering my character with compliments that I start realizing how frequent and honestly rather obsessive it is, and as mentioned, just how many of the NPCs are doing it.

Then we get to T's character arc, exploring his character's backstory and helping them with things that come up. However, there are certain characters that are introduced that, out of character, T reacts rather negatively to, and when I ask him outside of session what's going on he confides in me that N is changing elements of his backstory that he'd told him he didn't want changing. As an example, T wrote that their character's mother was never part of their character's life growing up.

One of the characters we met was the character's mother, who was instead apparently a very prominent part of their life and cared greatly about them "not that they ever noticed". He also changed the character of T's father from "kind and caring man who did his best to raise his child alone and teach them how to defend themselves" to "stubborn, angry and neglectful father that is constantly disappointed in his son", which completely blindsided and upset T.

T also said that he'd tried talking to N about this but that the response had ended up being, to put it bluntly, "I'm the DM so I have the final say in things". This started to worry me, especially when I realized that N had never gotten back to me with his "proposed changes" to my backstory.

So I sent him a message, but because I didn't want to drag T into my own business with N I decided to say something along the lines of "hey, did you ever figure out what you wanted to change about my backstory?". He messaged back and said that he'd figured it out, but that things with school were so busy that he hadn't had time to sit down and properly write it all out to send to me yet, but assured me that he would by the time T's arc was over.

Several more months passed with no further word from N about my character's backstory, and as T's arc wraps up there's this idea that starts getting brought up, of how demons often exploit the grief of mortals to latch onto them and claim their souls by impersonating the dead person.

The others in the group all latch onto this and start speculating about how exactly the demons use impersonation to claim souls, except for T who gives me this rather worried look from across the table, and it suddenly hits me that this is probably meant to be the opening of my character arc.

I pull N aside after the game is over for the night and ask him directly if this is the opening to my character arc, and he says that it is, but not to worry because the demon thing is, to quote, "just being brought up to get the others interested". I remind him about what I told him about not wanting anything to change about who the pact was with and what it was for, and ask him again what changes he's made to my backstory.

He promises he'll have a full list to me by the start of next session, that we'll have time to sit down together and discuss it all even, and that he won't do anything I don't want him to do. Despite my concerns and the fact that he has already said several times he'll send me this list without doing it, I decide, like a fool, to trust him, even though in hindsight I had absolutely no reason to by this point.

The next session rolls around, and of course there's no list, instead a lot of NPCs who start voicing concern whenever my character brings up the fact she's a warlock, or her dead brother, especially if the pair come up in quick succession. One of the other characters figures out what's going on and asks if they can basically cast some sort of spell to determine if a demon's got control of my soul, which N agrees to, and the spell determines that yes, that's exactly what's going on.

I immediately confront N, mid-session, and tell him outright that this isn't fair, that I told him I didn't want him to change this part of my backstory, and I wanted him to change it back immediately or I wasn't going to play anymore. He started on this long-winded response basically summarizing as "I'm the DM, I can do what I want".

This is the part where I may be the asshole, because well, I saw red in that moment, and decided I not only wanted to follow through on my threat of quitting, but also do something to ensure that my point was driven home.

I fired off a quick message to T on my phone warning him what I was about to do, and while the others were talking about what to do to help me I loudly announced that my character was stabbing herself through the heart, which N had previously ruled would be an instant method of death if carried out.

Silence falls over the group. N tells me that I need to roll to see if I even hit, which I argue (with T backing me up) that if my character is willing to get hurt then it's automatically a hit. N tells me that I need to roll to see if I even pierce my heart. Okay, fine, I roll, and as luck would have it I roll a Nat 20. N attempts to send me just to death saves, but I remind him (again, with T backing me up) that he'd ruled that this was an instant death.

So then he tries to have an NPC cleric show up and revive my character, but T brings up that the soul has to be willing to return to life for that to work, and I immediately say that my character wouldn't even be able to consent to that if her soul was held by a demon, nor would she even be willing if she could. Then I tell N directly that he can consider this my official resignation from the group and walk out, and T follows along behind me after a few minutes.

Ever since then N's been blowing up my phone, fluctuating between begging for me to rejoin the group and promising that he'll do things differently this time, and calling me a selfish bastard for "ruining the fun". T still goes to sessions occasionally, though I think now it's just to spectate, and he's said that maybe things went a little far with the character death in hindsight. And honestly, I'm not exactly proud of how I acted now either.

TL;DR -- I joined a D&D campaign where the DM has made unwanted changes to my character's backstory, despite my attempts to communicate with him, so I retaliated by killing my character mid-session and refusing to let him revive her before quitting. AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw #not sure if it's needed for a dnd character death but just to be safe

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robobarbie · 11 months ago

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Could I, Mayhaps, ask for crumbs of thy labour and request for cute quirks that the LI’s have? (I.E chew things, scrunch their face at bad smells)

lets doooooooo quest since hes the man of the hour apparently. some of these i might have said before so apologies in advance

reacts quietly, but out loud to dramatic passages in books

frequently cuts himself while shaving

snores. loudly

often brushes his teeth for 10 minutes at a time because he gets distracted thinking about his daily schedule. very white teeth

wears slightly ill-fitting clothes

has an old glasses prescription he's stubborn about updating. "I'm not an old man!"

silently cries to animal rescue videos. cries more when he finds out most of them are staged

holds his silverware like this when he eats

#bp ask #anon ask #quest

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kiestrokes · 3 months ago

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I saw your kisses post, could you do one for Wonwoo and one for Kihyun?

The Vibe: it's been a very long, stressful week of work and you're cutting the brain with a little alcohol and isolation on the couch...until your partner has other ideas.

Idol Casting: Jeon Wonwoo of SVT. Yoo Kihyun of Monsta X.

🗝️Note: I most definitely can, how about some end of the work week, one alcoholic drink in, tipsy kisses? Bc Wonwoo was so soft at the concert. And Kih is always soft. Thank you for sending this ask! These are my favorite to write 🤗 Apologies in advance to my drift partner (@chans-room) for the Monsta X brainrot that’s about to consume our DMs. And uhhh sorry to @minisugakoobies I wrote this immediately post SVT concert 🥹

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the idols depicted below, this is a work of fiction. A soft hour post means I don’t have to list all the typical shit: i.e. the warnings, the summary, the cross posting to ao3. It is a non-betaed post of just ✨ vibes ✨

Wonwoo wanders out of his gaming room. Checking to see if you have finally decompressed from your long work week. Empty glass and bottle on the coffee table giving him high hopes. You catch a pop of dark hair and then his willowy figure slinks out, hands tucked into the pockets of his gray sweats. The two of you watch each other briefly, like the cats you are, until he flops partially across your torso nuzzling into your jaw. You huff a tender laugh through your nose and drape your arms across his neck. Fingertips charting into his thick hair, lifting your chin to meet his lips as they travel up your neck. Secretly this Wonwoo is your favorite. The needy, affectionate Wonwoo that had been isolated too long. That desperately needs your hands tugging at his locks as you moan against each other tongues.

Kihyun enters a darkened apartment. “Jagiya?” You hear the routine sounds of your partner getting home. His keys being hung on the shelf by the door. The clunk of his boots and shuffle as he slides on some slippers. “Jagiya?” Softer, sultrier this time. You can’t stop the tender giggle that bubbles out of your chest. “Ahhh, I found you.” You yelp when hands reach out of the shadows and drag you flat by your ankles. Kihyun looms over you, gorgeous smile on his face. One hand braced on the back of the couch and the other parting your knees so he can lay between them. “Why are you drinking in the dark, sweetheart?” You hug his face between your palms and kiss him eagerly, muttering your reasoning in between. “I just needed some quiet.” Kihyun chuckles into your neck, “what does that have to do with the lights?” You pout at his stupidly, beautifully chiseled face. “Those can be loud too, just shut up and kiss me.” He rasps a laugh, molding his lips to yours. “Are you going to drunkenly tell me how much you love my cheekbones again?” You nip his bottom lip, “that was one time!” He silences you by deepening the kiss, his musical moans echoing down the cavern of your throat.

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scramjettracy · 16 days ago

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Scott’s Pinned Intro / Info Post

(RP-engagement details & tag list below cut)

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***************************************************Brother. Pilot. First Responder. CEO.

Reluctant Responsible Adult

My family is everything.

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Really just here to keep an eye on the brothers.

Do not mess with them.

Might check out some other stuff while I’m here though, feel free to say hello or ask questions, especially if we share interests. A quick summary of mine is:

Likes:

Thunderbird One

Flying

Aircraft (fast)

Math

Running (fast)

Apple Pie

Cars (fast)

Swimming (Breast) (I leave the frantic splashing about to Fish)

High quality soft furnishings

Dad Jokes

The Top Gun Movie Franchise

Dislikes:

Unsafe Business Practices

Paperwork

Most Slow things (Except TB2, she’s ok)

Space

Celery (Get that out of my smoothie, Fish)

The GDF

Rat-faced Weasels (you know who you are)

Seaweed

ANYONE who messes with my family

Adult Badgers (the babies are cute tho)

That’ll do for now. See you in the sky!

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OOC: This is an RP blog run by @idontknowreallywhy. Posts and responses are likely to be haphazard as I have a family and an intense job but I’ll do my best!

Apologies in advance if I get anything wrong / don’t align with your Scotty-headcanons / miss a post from you / drop a conversation - it’s not personal! Let’s keep it fun and laid back :)

The plan

Mostly this will be in character as Scott using a social media account - i.e. just him posting / responding to things on tumblr - but I might occasionally have a go at the more “scene creation” / fic building type ones and will tag these differently so you can filter if they aren’t what you’re after.

I will be as canon compliant as I possibly can!

I loooove AUs but cannot get my head around how to incorporate them if they can’t be squeezed into canon so if an OC can be canon-compliant if you squint (i.e. they exist but are never on screen or they exist post-canon) then I’ll happily play, but if you’re playing an OC romantic interest for example or, even, *gulp*, his mum… this blog’s engagement if any will be limited to him treating the blog as a fanblog on tumblr. Hope that is ok but I gotta stay sane here 🥴

TAGS!!!!

… COS THEY HELP KEEP ME SANE(ish)

For navigation / filtering purposes Scott will always post with:

#thunderbirds rp

plus either

#thundersocials for his tumblr posts / replies

#thunderscenes for story telling stuff

and probably one of these additional tags:

#big brothering for his responses to posts by other RP blogs (brothers or otherwise, he’ll big brother anyone)

#flyboy thoughts for his own original posts

#TB1 community engagement for his responses to original posts by non-RP blogs

#scott answers for answers to asks

Scott also posts his more unguarded thoughts / muttering in the tags so if you work for the GDF don’t look at those…

If you’d rather he didn’t engage with your real life blogs he’s absolutely cool with that, just drop him a DM so he knows :)

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#I’m a simple man really #don’t listen to Gordon I’m not that grumpy #don’t listen to Virgil I’m perfectly fine and relaxed #thunderbirds are go #thundersocials #thunderbirds rp #Scott Tracy #thunderbirds

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pjsk-headcanons · 6 months ago

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PINNED!!!!

Headcanon submissions are currently open!!!

hi! i thought a blog like this would be fun. i was inspired by @/projectsekaitakes.

layout by @frurin here

blog run by @jyakkopotto-saddo-gaaru

you can submit through asks!

(apologies in advance if we ever misinterpret something you tell us, we're either distracted or very tired while queueing things. you can tell us in asks or messages if we get something wrong!)

Rules:

You are not allowed to have more than 5 headcanons in the queue/askbox. dont feel too stressed or guilty about this, its not really a big deal. if you lose track, just wait about a day and you should be fine.

You are not allowed to complain or hate on the headcanons in the replies or reblogs. you are, however, allowed to give your own.

I. e., "Honami can't stand the smell of car exhaust." can have people in the replies saying, "i always thought she would hate the smell of lemons"

You are not allowed to submit headcanons exclusively about gender/sexuality/romanticism. those can get oversaturated really quickly, so to avoid it ive decided to not allow them, sorry. you can send shit like "akito is a little whore slut babygirl" and I'll probably post that since it doesnt really have to do with actual identity or orientation.

Don't misgender Mizuki or erase her representation.

No sexual headcanons. sorry! I'm okay with that stuff, but im also aware that many people aren't so let's not do that here! again, more jokey submissions are okay (read: akito is a little whore slut babygirl) since that isnt really explicit but I'd rather not do anything past that.

No asks that perpetuate harmful stereotypes.

No use of the word "Latinx". you can use latine or latino instead!

AU headcanons are allowed! in fact, i would love them! all i ask is you make a lil note about it before the actual headcanon so people have Context

please notify me if i don't tag something correctly! I'll try to add trigger warnings for everything but i might make mistakes!

if a hc includes a ship, I'll tag that ship. i may tag a group of two or more characters that dont have a name (i.e. shinonome siblings, white day trio, etc.) with "[ship name] hc" (looks at akian) but ill only tag things with the actual ship tag if the characters are explicitly stated to be something other than friends

[note: the tag for kohane headcanons is #kohampster hc]

most of all,

have fun! that's what fandom is about!

#pinned #pjsk #prsk #project sekai

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frownyalfred · 7 months ago

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(I apologize in advance about the numbers of questions… I really hope u don’t mind lol)

Did Martha practice her religion? Was she more observant or secular? Was she Orthodox, Conservative, or Reform? Which Jewish groups was she part of: Ashkenazi, Sephardi, Mizrahi, or maybe a mix? How did her family feel about her marriage to Thomas? Were they religious too, perhaps a bit stricter?

What about the Waynes (Thomas) being Christians? Were they religious as well? I've read that Thomas is sometimes described as Episcopalian and other times as Catholic. Martha is even considered Christian in some versions.

Do you think that despite their religious differences, they still celebrated Christmas and Hanukkah together? And after their deaths, do you think Bruce continues to celebrate those holidays?

Finally, when asked about his religion, what do you think Bruce would answer? Was he agnostic, atheist, Jewish, Christian? What does he consider himself to be?

Again I’m so sorry for asking so many questions, but I'm genuinely really curious about your take <3

Rapid-fire thoughts below, with the caveat that 1) I am just one Jew 2) we are famous for disagreeing and having wildly different takes on the same things 3) just because I'm hc'ing it this way doesn't mean you have to, too.

Did Martha practice her religion? Define "practice" -- Judaism is an ethnoreligious group. It also doesn't require explicit belief in God to practice certain traditions, which may be viewed as secular or observant depending on the context. I.e., is observing Shabbat by baking challah every week an example of her being observant? Good question.

Was she more observant or secular? Probably more secular, going off of her social class. But again, that's a loaded term in this community.

Was she Orthodox, Conservative, or Reform? Strict Reform or Conservative, in my mind.

Which Jewish groups was she part of: Ashkenazi, Sephardi, Mizrahi, or maybe a mix? Ashkenazi, going off of 1) Jewish immigration trends in the 19th and 20th centuries and 2) her family's history in Gotham.

How did her family feel about her marriage to Thomas? If they were more observant, they probably weren't pleased she wasn't marrying someone who was also Jewish. But her kids would be Jewish regardless of who she married, so that helps a little.

Were they religious too, perhaps a bit stricter? Probably. It again kind of depends on how you define "religious" and "stricter." It's different for Judaism than it is for Christians.

What about the Waynes (Thomas) being Christians? Very likely.

Were they religious as well? I've read that Thomas is sometimes described as Episcopalian and other times as Catholic. Martha is even considered Christian in some versions. Again, going off social class of the Wayne family, probably no more or less religious than their cohort.

Do you think that despite their religious differences, they still celebrated Christmas and Hanukkah together? I think this question is a very common (but understandable) misconception about blended interfaith families. The big Jewish holidays that might still be celebrated next to Christian ones are Rosh Hashanah, Yom Kippur, and Passover. Hanukkah, while delightful and often in winter near Christmas, is a minor festival in comparison. The better question is, did they do holidays from both religions at all? Did they only celebrate the major Christian ones? If they did add in 1-2 Jewish ones, which ones did Martha fight for?

And after their deaths, do you think Bruce continues to celebrate those holidays? No, I think they're too painful and probably get in the way of his belief system(s). This changes when he has kids in the Manor.

Finally, when asked about his religion, what do you think Bruce would answer? What does he consider himself to be? Was he agnostic, atheist, Jewish, Christian? None of the above. Probably cautiously agnostic if you press. But he would be considered halachically Jewish regardless of what he answered (unless he got baptized etc) so that's tricky.

#jewish bruce wayne #jewish batfamily #jewish martha wayne #martha wayne #thomas wayne #dc #dc comics #jewish stuff #judaism #personal #asks #anon

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glikeriya-narkevich · 2 months ago

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I'm not sure if this will really be interesting to anyone, but I've long wanted to write my headcanons about Bi-Han's possessiveness. This post was written before the DLC was released, and I deliberately didn't make any changes to it because my attitude towards Khaos Reigns is sharply negative. I'm just using my right to distance myself from what I don't like, and I won't mention the DLC, because I think that Bi-Han, as a character, was disfigured almost beyond recognition in this DLC. I'm happy for those who like Khaos Reigns. But personally, I don't justify destroying 30 years of canon by saying that now MK has a "new era," so we can bury the original characters, cry on their grave, and move on. The authors themselves may not care about their own characters, but I personally care about them; I love them. I've noticed that those who have loved MK since the last parts really don't understand the sadness of big-aged fans like me, i.e., those who have been with MK characters almost all their lives.

I apologize in advance if my post suddenly hurts someone's feelings. Remember, these are just headcanons. This is just my vision of Bi-Han and my personal perception of this character based on information from the game. After all, every fan sees the character through the prism of personal experience and their own worldview. Sometimes it happens that the reader's/viewer's perception of a character is very different even from what the author himself sees the character as, and that's okay. My text is very very long...

A little lyrical digression. Sometimes we all have such different psychological baggage that we see the same character in fundamentally different ways. It's enough to read some discussions about the characters to make sure of this. There are real wars going on in such discussions! There is a good term in philosophy called Qualia. It means that to experience something is possible only in first person and in no other way; i.e., I can never see a character through another person's eyes, and he can never look at the same character through my eyes. We won't fully understand each other's feelings about the same character, even if we both love him equally much. Two people can taste wine from the same bottle, but one will say, „The wine is too sweet,“ but the other will say, „No, the wine is not sweet enough.“ It's the same with character perception.

So, feelings of possessiveness and jealousy often come from self-doubt and fear of loss. This, I think, does not fit Bi-Han. For example, if Bi-Han had broken up with his woman, he would have considered it her loss first of all, not his own. I don't think Bi-Han would ponder along the lines of, „What did I do wrong?“. Rather, he would have thought, „She should have appreciated me for what I am!“. It is unlikely that Bi-Han would worry that there was something wrong with him since the woman left him. He would rather worry that he himself had been inconsiderate and not vigilant, „How could I have been so blind that I chose the 'wrong' woman?“. And yet, I think that in the depths of Bi-Han's soul there lives a doubting child, whom Bi-Han consciously keeps under a layer of pride, ambition, self-confidence, and other things, just to never see that child's eyes. He doesn't want to look into the eyes of this child, whom he himself buried at the bottom of his own soul. This is hinted at by the fact that Bi-Han craves respect from those whom he respected himself (general Shao) and from the one who is more powerful than him (lord Liu Kang). Bi-Han wants to prove that he is worthy of their respect. The desire to prove something to other people often stems from insecurity and self-doubt. It is as if Bi-Han wants to prove to himself through the respect of his personality by other strong personalities that „I am really worthy of respect.“

But also jealousy and possessiveness are inherent in power and control. Bi-Han is ambitious and still confident for the most part, but he's also bossy and used to controlling everything, so I'm sure he would be possessive. I think he would treat his woman the way he treats Lin Kuei. The clan belongs to him, but he takes care of the clan as his family. He puts the interests of the clan first, but he never forgets that he is the head of the clan. „Mind your place!“.

He always has the last word. He cares what his warriors are doing; he always keeps everyone in sight, because that's the duty of a leader, in the same way he would keep his woman in sight. For example, if she was talking to the leader of another clan at some diplomatic meeting, of course Bi-Han wouldn't have a 'tantrum' about it (someone who is jealous out of fear of loss would absolutely have a 'tantrum'). But Bi-Han would have kept this situation under control, because he has the power; he is the head; he is, by nature, the leader of the pack, whose members he needs to keep a close eye on.

I think Bi-Han values loyalty above all else. Those who betray his will he punishes, which is evident in the fight scene between Bi-Han and Kuai Liang. Bi-Han wants to punish those who betrayed him. He did not let Kuai Liang „out of the pack“; Bi-Han is eager to punish him. This desire is a consequence of possessiveness and loss of control over his brother. Bi-Han would be even more attached to the woman he loves than to his brother, so he would not give her freedom if she left the pack, but within the pack she would be completely free.

Bi-Han would definitely support his woman's aspirations for self-actualization. He would do everything to ensure that she develops and does not waste her potential in vain, but within his will, if she is a member of his pack. If his woman were to strive for what Bi-Han considers wrong, he would turn off the freedom mode and turn on the power and control mode. This is the quality of any leader who has people under him. For example, a king and his people, a general and his soldiers, etc. No one will hold power if he gives absolute freedom to those who obey him. 'I am the king, and this is my kingdom. You are doing something for the good of my kingdom—I will do anything to make you prosper. You are doing something to my kingdom's detriment—you will be stopped and punished'. My deepest conviction is that between the clan and the love for a woman, Bi-Han will always choose the clan, but I don't think that choice will ever be put before him.

This works in normal relationships as well. A husband will not stand idly by if his wife starts doing something to the detriment of their family and vice versa just the same. Spouses have control over each other after all. There is no union within absolute freedom. If you are free from each other, there is no point in being together and building love. Freedom and trust are not the same thing. Freedom is „I do whatever I want.“ Trust is „I do whatever I want within the framework of the trust you have given me.“ A love union is always an intertwining of two lives; when lives are intertwined with each other, absolute freedom can no longer be, because there is mutual influence and regular exchange of physical and spiritual impulses with each other. But control does not mean despotism. For example, when a parent controls a child who wanders off somewhere late at night, the parent is showing concern for the child, not restricting the child's freedom. Hence Liu Kang's control of Noob Saibot. He wants to control Bi-Han out of a sense of caring, but Bi-Han perceives this the way a teenager perceives the will of a parent. He sees it as oppressive. Bi-Han himself, meanwhile, loves power and control over others. He wants to punish Kuai Liang because he has lost control over him. The punishment is an attempt to regain control over Kuai Liang.

I'm sure that there will be a hierarchical relationship with Bi-Han, but in a healthy way, like in a wolf family. In general, the Lin Kuei clan reminds me of a wolf pack in which Bi-Han is the leader to whom all the other wolves obey. But the she-wolf does not rule the pack, although she is a monogamous pair to the leader and also participates in the management of the pack almost equally with the leader. The leader protects his she-wolf; in nature there are known amazing cases when a wolf covered his pregnant she-wolf with his body from a hunter.

Bi-Han, of course, is not a tyrant towards women and is not a misogynist even more so; it's clear to everyone. But I don't see him as a „guardian of freedoms“ in a romantic relationship either, because he is a powerful man and the head of an entire clan, which he wants to make an independent state. Bi-Han hates the old traditions but loves strict discipline. He hates his father's traditions, but he wants to become the founder of his own traditions in Lin Kuei. He is not alien to what he rejects; he just wants to be the demiurge of his own life. Even if Bi-Han is absolutely sure in his woman and in her devotion to him, he will keep her in his sights out of a sense of power and control, not because he subconsciously expects betrayal. The phrase „you're mine“ is not coaxing; it's a statement of fact. Like a king who says, „This is my land.“ He is not persuading others to believe that this land belongs to him; he is simply stating a fact.

Bi-Han and his woman are a kind of king and queen. The queen can also rule, but as long as the king is alive, he is the number one in the kingdom. Can the queen influence the king? Of course she can. But what the king will do with this influence is only his choice, not the queen's choice. The king may succumb to the queen's influence, or he may resist it. There is both darkness and light in Bi-Han. Characters like Bi-Han are among those who are always at a crossroads, so whether the woman next to him is light or dark is extremely important. I find relationships with elements of sacrifice interesting. If you imagine that Bi-Han is a drop of black paint and his woman is a drop of white paint, and they were both thrown into a glass of water, then the water will turn gray. Yes, Bi-Han will not be purified, but he will become much lighter. And his woman won't turn into a sinner, but she will take on some of his sins and won't be as white as she was before. Personally, I am interested in this kind of relationship from an artistic point of view, and I imagine Bi-Han in this kind of relationship.

The possessiveness of an insecure man is really disrespect for the one he is jealous of. But Bi-Han's possessiveness is like that of a general who respects and values his army, but the army is always subject to his orders. A good general is even ready to lay down his life for his men if necessary. This is also how I think Bi-Han would have behaved towards a woman. He would respect and appreciate her, but she would always be subordinate to him hierarchically, like a queen to a king, not a slave to a master. This is noble, for the one in front gets the first blow and covers the one behind.

Okay, well, my last headcanon for today. In the intimate sphere, I think Bi-Han would like to rest and relax. He is constantly under psychoemotional and physical stress. He is constantly controlling something or someone, so in the bedroom, Bi-Han would like to calm down and let go of the 'reins' of rule. I think Bi-Han would make love with great emotional passion because he has to wear the mask of a cold and stoic Grandmaster on a daily basis. At night, he would give vent to his emotions, which he has to keep in check during the day. From my point of view, Bi-Han is a very emotional person, but he has to 'grit his teeth' to appear restrained and not show others the state of his inner world.

But no animal dominance in bed. Bi-Han would like a respite from power. He needs moments during which his psyche can unload and rest. A man who is in a storm all the time will wish for a calm at least once in a while. With whom can he have a calm experience? With someone he trusts completely: the woman he loves. Perhaps it is even connected with his longing for his mother and for her affection, which was from time to time in Bi-Han's distant childhood. I think that an intimate relationship with his woman would open some kind of portal to the warm, though very rare, moments of experiencing maternal affection in his childhood. Perhaps Bi-Han wants to get his mother's affection through love with his woman.

And of course this 'weakness' of his would remain behind the doors of his private chambers. Perhaps sometimes Bi-Han might be in the mood to give orders in the intimate process too, but more often, I think, he would give the power to the woman to caress him the way she wants. He would give her the power to immerse him in the blissful 'calm of the sea' so that he could rest from feeling the weight of the responsibility for the entire clan on his shoulders. He would let no one into this sphere of his life, which would probably generate rumors about his intimate preferences, which would have nothing to do with reality. And of these rumors, Bi-Han would know nothing because his warriors are smart enough to keep their mouths shut and their thoughts to themselves.

Screenshots are made and edited by me. Screenshots with quotes are from the videos by my favorite YouTube gamer Real StarK (@StarK_Takahashi).

#bihan #bi-han #bi han #bi han mk #bi han mortal kombat #bi han sub zero #sub zero #bi han headcanon #lin kuei headcanon

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enihk-writes · 1 year ago

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[kiss, kiss, kiss, 단 하루도 빼먹지 말고]

based on lyrics from day 1 by red velvet

paring: various!hwasan men x gn!reader

(OR) various!hwasan men x preferred pairing free for all, ambiguous, can be them with anybody of your choice (i.e. tangchung / whiterust / cmxilso)

summary: short headcanons of where they like to kiss their beloveds

characters: geumjon (pbss) // geumhyeop (mhdd) // chung mun // tang bo // tang gunak // baek cheon // jin geumryong // lee songbaek // namgung dowi // jang ilso // chung jin

author's note: gagged when i typed the word beloved oh god when i say i get physically sick writing sappy romance i mean it yall my stomach is having issues rn....................... listening to rizzotto's sexyback cover on repeat and day 1 at the same time for maximum effect............ (looking like an insane homebody) also i feel like i should apologize to soso for this... yanno... just in case uhhhh what else???? AHHHHHHHHHH DEUKAE COMEBACK ON THE 22ND SO IM GOING MIA!!! I LOVE ROTBB BUT I LOVE MY GIRLS MORE!!!!!!! RAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH I AM A FEMINIST FIRST!!!!!! AND A C0CK SUCKER 2ND!!!!!!

GEUMJON is still very immature at heart so, kisses from him are more innocent and well, somewhat child-like. he's not experienced with things like this so he mostly settles for impromptu cheek kisses whenever he's the one initiating. surprisingly conservative, won't go any further than innocuous touches unless the relationship is established to be romantic with the intention to marry. even then, out in public especially under broad daylight, he won't be the first to make a move even if he really, really wants to.

GEUMHYEOP is quieter, more grounded and direct. he doesn't like to waste time. if he has the urge to kiss his partner, he will. it doesn't matter where they are, he would cup their cheeks in his hands and give them a proper kiss on their lips... unless they are both in the middle of an important discussion or in a room with the others. he still has some basic manners and decency to not embarrass the other one. expanding on the way he goes about it — he likes to observe his partner's face, and remember their every detail because he recognises that memory is unreliable and hopes that doing this would burn their image in his mind for good. doesn't seek out for kisses often but doesn't push away his partner's advances. if he does seek them out, it's more likely because he's going through something at that moment and isn't in the mood to talk about it yet.

JANG ILSO is the complete opposite. no shame, no patience. they could be in the middle of a conversation with someone else or out and about in public under broad daylight. it's either he gets a kiss from his partner now or he will have them wait until he's back in the mood. doesn't really care if it pisses the other off... lowkey gets off on their anger. very tall guy so he likes to grab his partner's chin and tilt their head backwards so he can lean down and give a short peck, sometimes the kisses are more heated and lasts far longer — so they often end up in... situations... no matter where he is with his partner...

CHUNG MUN is the type of guy someone brings home to meet their parents. will not make a move, not even hand-holding until he gets explicit permission from his partner. date-to-marry type, and super conservative. even after having their first kiss, will not do that again unless it was during the wedding ceremony, wedding night and subsequent special occasions relating to his partner. prefers to convey his affections through interlocking fingers with his partner, and when they are alone, he'd bring them up to his lips and kiss their knuckles tenderly.

CHUNG JIN can often be found in between rows of bookshelves taking archives. that's also usually the place where he shares kisses with his partner. most times it's a quick peck on their eyelid as he walks past them, other times it's a brief nuzzle of the side of their head. ever so often, when he was staying late to transcribe the pages and pages of text, he'd take breaks by leaning on their shoulder, enjoying his moment of shut-eye. and it's during these times when he would turn his head and pepper kisses on the other's jaw. if he's feeling a little bold, he would block their faces from the window view with an open book — leaning in with apologies for his lack of attention these days as he pulls them in for a kiss.

TANG BO... is a wild card. if he's the initiator, he likes to be playful about it. always a tease, and thoroughly enjoying the reactions he pulls from his partner. if the roles flip and he finds himself on the receiving end, would be stunned into silence. all the other has to do is kiss him, not anything one-and-done — it has to be a proper and genuine kind of kiss on the bridge of his nose, more specifically the spot between his eyebrows. he tends to stay up late and it does create tension that results in headaches in that area because of that. so when he feels his partner's tender touch, this guy is putty. for all that cockiness, he is the easiest to come undone.

TANG GUNAK... an older man with experience for sure. he has children for fucks sake, let's be realistic here. doesn't matter how much brainpower his duties as the head takes up, he is very attentive to his partner's likes, dislikes, wants and needs. always acts according to the results of those observations. but in his downtime, when he is going to bed, he finds himself enjoying the embrace of his partner. resting his head on their chest, listening to their heartbeat because well, one might never know if they could have a heart attack soon or not. will always place a kiss on the other's chest, right over their heart just before he falls asleep.

NAMGUNG DOWI. a good guy. an earnest guy. really trying his best. he's not good at this romance thing... please be patient with him... if things so south, he tends to use his face card to have his partner forgive him. and they do, because he's insanely good at pulling the sad, kicked, wet puppy face. when that happens, he would happily kiss them over and over again on every corner of their face, or well, whatever parts he can reach. he did make them sit on his lap without any wiggle room.

LEE SONGBAEK prefers hugging more than kissing. partly because he's surrounded by kids so any grown-up action would have him be the brunt of their teasing for weeks. his partner is mostly understanding, maybe a little spiffed when it seems like they might kiss but a child waddles into their vicinity. he feels sorry for disappointing his partner, and often hugs the other from behind, muttering a string of apologies into their hair. eventually pecking the small bundle of nerves at the back of their ear, and the top of their jaw — his surefire way of leaving them a little hot and bothered.

JIN GEUMRYONG suffers from emotional constipation to an extent. so it goes without saying, his partner has to be blessed with communication skills that can honestly end all wars. he is strict, mostly stern, but he means well. and his partner has been by his side long enough to understand that. he feels sorry they've chosen to stay regardless. he isn't one to let lose until it's time to rest, so it's only in these times they get to see his unguarded sides. downturned eyes that look at his partner wistfully, he would hug them and rest his chin on the crown of their head. occasionally moves down to press his lips on that spot as one hand cradles his partner's neck, fingers playing with their strands of hair.

BAEK CHEON is undoubtedly a little pathetic. it's endearing, but it's still hard to watch sometimes. poor man still trips over his words and stumbles on his feet when he wants to ask his partner for a kiss. just one kiss please? god. it's hard to say no to a handsome face on the verge of tears... he's lucky they weren't a sadist. or well, trying not to be. it's so hard fighting those urges, that they ask him to reward their efforts. his pale face grows bright red, but he complies with his partner's request anyways. it's a timid kiss on their forehead that goes down the bridge of their nose, then the tip of it. he coyly kisses their cheeks, steering away from the other's lips so obviously that they lose patience and pull him in. he melts far too quickly into this, hands going all over his partner's body, tugging on their clothes. tsk, sly boy. so he had planned for this to happen, and like a fool they fell for his siren song.

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catcze · 1 year ago

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ooooh in that case, could i please be just strip poker anon? short and sweet. i've never been a regular anon before :D

now a question from me miss catte - what do you think mr wriothesley and mr neuvillette's tastes in lingerie are? 🤔

STRIP POKER ANON BABY IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT AGAIN ASDBNJHAS 💔💔💔💔 But yes !!! OMG !! I honorably give thee the title of 'strip poker anon' ♡ And tee hee ♡♡ Boy oh boy do i have thoughts for this 👀👀 Apologies in advanced if I'm nott super duper good w this one TT i have a whole vision in my head but im not the best at describing clothing HAHJSDBKAJS

16+ !! Suggestive content !!

「 CWS : 」 Did my best to not explicitly mention what kind of underwear reader uses (i.e I didn't mention if the reader uses a bra, panty, etc.) so that it's more universal and (hopefully) gender neutral !! Super suggestive content under the cut, but nothing explicit.

Okay, imo Neuvillette seems like a guy who would be into soft, lacy type of lingerie, you know? Satin, lace, sheer mesh, those types of things. Lingerie that floats around you like water when you move, just sheer enough that he gets a hint of your skin beneath the fabric, but still drapes around you like the wings of a butterfly. His taste would be less strappy and super-tight fabrics, i think, and more the kind of fabric that sits on your skin. The kind that allows him to push it off with a wave of his hand as he kisses his way down your body. The kind that pools beside your body like silk when he finally has you bare, the kind that shimmers as you glow under his gaze.

For Wriothesley, right off the bat, this guy is into that kinda shit. I talked before about how I think he's into thighs, and my goddd if this man sees you in sheer thigh highs + a garter belt and he sees the way that your thighs kinda,,, like,,, squish at the top of the thigh highs? if you know what i mean? then he is going to whole ass drool for you. The kind of lingerie he's into is the more racy kind, the ones that hug your body and make you look like a treat, all ready for him to eat up. He likes straps and garters, ones that he could pull taut and snap back against your skin, just to hear you yelp in surprise. The kind, also, that he doesn't have to necessarily remove as he's worshipping your body, if you get my drift.

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #「 🍒 」 Sweet tooth !! Strip Poker anon #wriothesley x reader #neuvillette x reader #genshin impact x reader #cw gn reader #Cw suggestive content

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littleeyesofpallas · 9 months ago

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At this point I've basically long since run dry on Bleach funfacts, certainly out of any that have any real weight in the broader readings of the series. But I do have one not-so-fun fact still left up my sleeve --a real dead end nothing contribution... So buckle up, I guess? I apologize in advance if this ends up, like, I dunno, spoiling the aesthetic(?) for anyone. Feel free to just ignore this and move on if you're touchy about keeping your obsessive fandom experiences squeaky clean.

So, I noted back when I was combing thru Quincy terms, that it felt a little less than comfy that in addition to the general n*zi aesthetics Juugram's official title was in fact "Sternritter Grand Master" which felt, at the time, like an unfortunate coincidence that it would fall in line with the naming scheme of the K*K's nonsense titles like Grand Wizard/Grand Dragon, Grand Cyclops, Grand Magi and various other ridiculous sounding occultist LARPer horseshit they've cycled thru over the past century+. But I just kinda left it at that and didn't think to dig any deeper,

But then I was reminded that in the early days of the K*K one of their stated goals was to establish a white supremacist "country" inside the united states, and as they dabbled in this insurgency fantasy, they dubbed this goal of a secret, second, white nation within the confines of the USA, their "Invisible Empire"...

And although the word we hear throughout the TYBW arc is the German Wändenreich[ヴァンデンライヒ] from Wänden:“Walls” and Reich:“Empire/Realm,” the Japanese meaning underlying that term is [見えざる帝国]: “Unseen/Invisible Empire.”

In fact the white robed and hoods tradition stemmed from what were initially petty pranks(although they escalated very quickly in seriousness and danger) in which they would menace black communities and abolitionists by pretending to be the ghosts of dead confederates. In this capacity the imagery and language around them also evoked an "Army of Ghosts."

And although it was never properly addressed, there was always this vague issue of the Quincy's ages... Those with clear backgrounds like Juugram and Bazz-B seem impossibly old. And we see that As Nodt is recruited on what appears to be his deathbed --in a hospital, on life support and in fear of dying, with a bible on his bedside as if ready to be read his last rites-- and of course the Quincy genocide of 200 years prior.

And tangential to this, we see the brief, if mostly pointless, return of the three dead Fullbringers --Ginjo, Tsukishima, and Giriko-- who all seem to have retained their memories and powers across the borders of life and death. (We won't ask about how or why their fullbring items are still usable) Is it safe to speculate then that the Quincy are in fact a literal Army of Ghosts? It explains how they're able to go toe to toe with the shinigami in ways Uryuu's initial explanations of their skills would've suggested wasn't possible. (i.e. that they were describes as being regular flesh and bone humans and only their weapons are actually supernatural, and thus they are not capable of particularly extraordinary physical feats, or blessed with any superhuman durability.) And it also sort of makes more sense that rather than being a bunch of flesh and blood humans who survived losing the war, somehow spiritized themselves to get into the afterlife, and then hid for 999 years, that they could have just been humans who died first and were recruited as ghosts, having been spirited away into the shadow realm. Or Quincy that died with the full intent of reuniting as ghosts, having some kind of assurance that they would retain their memories and powers.

I like the former over the latter though, as it means the Ishida family really were the last living Quincy. But I do like the morbid idea of Yhwach commanding his army, Jamestown style, to kill themselves as the first step to them going to heaven. Only in this case the kingdom of god as they imagine it has to be fought for because the shinigami are already have a whole society there and need to be driven out first.

There is also a lot of "Knight" and "White Knight" imagery and titles evoked in the K*K's long history, and while that's absolutely vague enough to be handwaved on its own, it's definitely not not adjacent to all this....

(This has nothing to do with anything I just had already slapped the uniforms pic together and wanted to use it somewhere)

So to sort of loosely review everything going on with the Quincy....

Catholic inverted priest frocks, crosses, silver and exorcisms, holy eucharist angel wings&halo final forms, blood eucharist schrift, conversion based recruitment policies, the whole "one kingdom under god" shtick, miracle baby son of god christ figure, explicit mention of monotheism

but then also 5 pointed crosses/stars and pentagrams,

victims of a genocide with a dr.mengele nemesis, YHWACH-v-YHWH

inverted Hugo Boss uniforms, german themed attacks, skills and tools, crosses again, explicitly evoking the Schutzstaffel with Yhwach's royal guard, and nonsense blood purity eugenics b.s.... weirdly not touched upon "black sun" or swastika imagery tied to Ichigo

For some reason a few loose threads of what appear to be Loius XIV and his sun god apollo fixation, purifying light and sun and stars motifs

YHWACH having big Backbeard energy, the literal evocation of Backbeard, being a western ghost army

and now these mismatched crumbs of what appear to be deliberate K*K references: ghost army, invisible empire, grandmaster, etc...

Like... I don't think this makes them worse, or paints Kubo as some kind of crackpot racist --in case my stance on his use of n*zi imagery didn't make that clear-- but like... I don't know what to make of it honestly... It's as inconsequential to the actual message or plot as anything else, including the n*zi stuff, but it just feels weird knowing it's there? Just sorta loitering around in the background?? Also the Quincy are just such a bizarre clusterfuck of unfocused nonsense ""themes"" with like zero actual content just in general. Given everything that's in that slurry I think that might be for the better? Because any coherent message drawn from all of these influences probably couldn't have been any good...

#bleach #bleach meta #quincy #sternritter #wandenreich

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the-suns-temple · 4 months ago

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hello! i'm a very beginner in all this. i researched a bit and i would like to start worshipping apollo, since i hope he's going to guide me through a journey of healing.

i did a prayer, today. shouldn't i have done that since i am just a beginner?

is there something important i should know before worshipping him?

how does he like to be worshipped?

thank you so much in advance. any advice is very very welcomed.

Ciao! I so deeply apologize for not answering this sooner. There is nothing wrong with praying at the beginning of your practice. In fact, I personally encourage it. Prayer is an excellent way to connect with your Gods and build a relationship with them. I started my relationship with Lord Apollo via prayer and offerings. My golden rule is this: If you ask the Gods for something, leave them an offering. If I ask Lord Apollo for assistance navigating a situation, I leave him Bay Leaves and burn incense for him.

Prayer is something that any practitioner can do. Prayer is part of worship. Prayer is part of your relationship with the Gods. If you feel inclined to pray, do so! I never pray without an offering. This is how I format my prayer: I greet the deity I am talking to and reference three of the things they rule over. For example, "O, Lord Apollo, God of the Sun and light, God of Prophecy and truth, bringer of plague and medicine." This clearly defines who you would like your prayer to reach. Then, I thank them for all they have done for me. This can be very broad, i.e. "Thank you for all you have done for me, all you do for me, and all you continue to do for me in life." From here, I typically move into my request, and following the request, I make an offering. I may ask Lord Apollo for assistance getting through a depressive episode while lighting incense and setting it down. Then, I thank him again for all he has done, will do, and continues to do for me.

Prayer is also a very personal thing. So what works for me may not work for you. You may not like what my prayers look like, but this is what works for me. I sincerely hope this helps, and please, do continue to ask if you have questions.

Best wishes, and blessed be, and may the Sun be your guide. Khaire.

#prayer #lord apollo #hellenic polytheism #helpol #the sun temple #greek gods #hellenic deities #paganism #hellenic polythiest #hellenic pagan #hellenism #apollo

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young-royals-confessions · 1 year ago

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Just pitching in since I see so much discourse about will they or won’t they that I think we kind of lost the essence of the story: I mean yes, Netflix is promoting the whole are they going to be endgame or not, tune in to find out but I think that’s just a generic marketing tactic.I’ve honestly been ignoring it.

Also, Lisa doesn’t strike me as the type of writer that would push only her own personal agenda or politics to a tv show, especially one that has critical acclaim as yr. That’s not what true storytelling is about. Please bear with me (apologies in advance for the long response !) but here’s my v long winded reasoning:

The theme has always been love v. duty & the monarchy is the enemy. Wille is on a Hero’s Journey - he is ultimately the Main Character; the Young Royal. What’s great about The Hero’s Journey is that it’s easy to follow and makes for great storytelling despite its predictability. I think some people here may have touched upon this so I am simply expanding:

As a viewer, we follow Wille and get to know him. He’s a likable character and we easily root for him and feel for him when we learn about the power dynamics in play; specifically how he feels caged as a prince. Then we enter into a Call for Adventure: him falling for Simon and the high stakes he enters when his brother passes and he is now Crown Prince.

This, then, propels the story forward, given the stakes are stacked up and it’s not looking good for Wille, especially after he/we find out August was the offender for sex tape leak.

After that, we enter into The Refuse to Call for Adventure; i.e, the hero (Wille) realizes he must face the challenge. We also step into the Meeting the Mentor, which is Boris, who helps Wille learn how to stand up and ultimately fight for himself (and Simon). While I see others thinking that W might push everyone away, including skipping his appts with Boris, I do not think that’s the case. Boris was set up to be the Mentor that W needs to realize the challenge he’s been facing and we may continue seeing him open up to Boris.

This will then allow W to “Cross the Threshold” and reinforce the central theme and conflict of the story - if W continues to stay with the monarchy and his obligations as Crown Prince, he cannot choose Simon. Love or Duty? Which will prevail?

S3 crosses that threshold and produces tests and obstacles that would make the fight for his relationship w S so much more complicated (basically everything we saw in the trailer). This stage in the Hero’s Journey is meant for the audience to doubt the Hero - Wille. It’s already a testament as we are debating if W is going to denounce his title or not just from the 2 mins of what we saw from the trailer. It’s intentional. We need to doubt in order for the central theme to drive home and also portrays the monarchy to be the overarching enemy of this story, without Lisa forfeiting her own political statement.

We enter the next stage of the Journey - which is the Cave - meaning the Hero and protagonists need to regroup and prepare for a counter attack (generally speaking) because the tension is continuing to rise and there are outside forces that wish to disturb the Journey (in this case, public opinion? paparazzi? Hillerska shutting down?).

Next, we enter the Ordeal - which makes the Hero break down bc he enters a mental barrier and is pushed to a corner. However, the Hero, typically comes out stronger after this stage in storytelling.

Ultimately, we reach the end: The Reward. The Hero makes the “attack” or choice and defeats the enemy/antagonist.

Imo, with how everything is set up, I do think it’s set up for W and S to be together in the end at least the end of the show (everything else after is obviously left for the audience member to interpret).

I have no doubt that W & S are going to come up on top and still be together in the end bc like some people mentioned - what would be the point? It was never a question whether they would end up together. The question is if Wille, our Hero in this story, would make the final choice and choose between love or duty. I think Wille would choose love. What better way of making history, especially with everything that’s been happening in real events, then choosing love? That would make for a strong ending.

#young royals #hero's journey #wilhelm #yr s3 spoilers #s3 speculation #wilmon #wilmon endgame #love or duty

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