#ideally with some sadism involved

[little-songbird-sings]

It was honestly so fucking freeing to realize I can just do kink, as much or as little as I want, and I don't have to do sex. Sex is... fine, really, but it's got to be part of the kink or I don't give a fuck, and it's hardly the main center stage event people make it out to be. The point is kink, the point is the dynamic, the point is pain, and if we forget that then I'd rather just go play a video game or something

[artbyblastweave]

Heroify: Kingpin

Compared to some of the other characters people have sent in today this is like shooting monkeys in a barrel!

Part of the reason Fisk is such a good Daredevil villain is that he's already got a lot of the basic elements you need to make a street-level hero work- the will, the drive, the protectiveness, the territoriality, and the quote-unquote "badass normal" peak human fighting ability that, let's not fuck around here, is absolutely a superpower even if the chickenshit writers won't directly admit to that. It's just that he uses those abilities to be a crime boss rather than to fight crime bosses. To put himself in charge of his childhood bullies instead of fighting his bullies. A classic case of "If only he'd used his immense capacity for interpersonal violence for good." What would make him stand out from all the other heroes in his niche is his propensity for Empire-building, his complete inability not to build up some kind of organization from scratch, and what that impulse might look like in a superheroic context.

I'm imagining that his initial schtick is that of a Bully Hunter. After getting ripped and wiping the floor with his childhood bullies-or maybe this is one of the versions who offed his own father for beating on his Mother- he embraces the specific high of the "pick on someone your own size" routine, and he becomes The Big Man, the guy you go to when you need somebody who's been getting away with something for a while cut down to size. Upstairs neighbor is beating his wife and kid senseless, and nobody does anything because his brother's a cop? Call The Big Man. Real Estate Baron's using his connections to try to muscle out the residents of a tenement? The Big Man's gonna pay them a visit. Boss at the diner's withholding your paychecks and getting away with it because you're undocumented? You get where this is going. He usually doesn't kill people- not out of any particular code, but out of a combination of pragmatism and sadism. He's smart enough to engineer situations in a way that he can claim self-defense or frame someone's tumble down the stairs as an unfortunate accident or rely on the unexamined illegality of whatever his target was doing to prevent them from getting the police involved. He's got a bit of a financial cushion, as well, because all of this is actually his side gig- he's still a very successful, if not as cutthroat, local businessman, because hospitalizing domestic abusers doesn't pay the bills. As a power move, he does most of this under his own name- he's got a "costume" in the form of the distinct suit, and a nominal codename, but part of the bit, part of the point he's making, is that he's slightly better at weaseling out of the consequences of his actions than the people he targets. Always a bigger fish, after all. Power is relative. His thematic niche is distinct from Daredevil's abstract sense of idealized justice. It's not Frank Castles mechanical eye-for-an-eye approach. It's about the satisfaction of leaving a certain category of wrongdoer alive, so that they can remain very, very afraid.

Of course, since his entire bit is that he keeps putting untouchable assholes in fullbody casts, the attempts on his life start stacking up- First it's Ed the domestic abuser and his buddies from the bar coming around for a rematch, and then goon squads, then hand ninjas, then low-rent supervillains- and because The Big Man toes the line of being an actual superhuman, he's usually winning these things, and coming out ahead in the PR game for beating down a bunch of costumed thugs attacking his Perfectly Legitimate Art Gallery- but it's a pain that his office keeps getting firebombed. And this is where you start to reap the benefits of having done under-the-table favors for hundreds of people all over New York- The Big Man has a network now. The Big Man knows guys who knows guys, some of whom owe him favors, some of whom are just really afraid of him coming back for round two. The Big Man can pull together a hundred guys with crowbars and hammers on a day's notice, if he happens to need something like that. If he doesn't know someone with a backdoor into Tombstone's fortified penthouse or Hammerhead's mansion, if he doesn't know someone with incriminating information on Silvermane or Norman Osborn, well. He knows their cousin. And once he thinks to begin leveraging this? If the people escalating things have specific addresses, by the end of the week they very likely don't.

It's not as if he eliminates all criminal activity. He's not even interested in doing so. Like half the painting's he's selling are really convincing forgeries. But things hit a point where there's simply a hard practical limit on how imperial a supercriminal's ambitions in New York can become, how domineering, how visible to the man on the street, before The Big Man decides it's time to make a point and starts calling people, who in turn start calling people.

[hijackalx]

A LITTLE DEATH +18

SUMMARY: You follow Astarion into the woods with plans to kill him, though it doesn’t play out exactly how you hoped.

WORD COUNT: 3394

UNDER THE CUT: F!reader, hatesex, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, vaginal sex, astarion tends to be more dom, d/s, biting, some sadism and masochism, overstimulation, degradation, good aligned reader

You get along with most of your traveling party. Even amongst your differences, you can find it in yourselves to make peace while chasing your common goal.

You say 'most' because there's one that you just can't bring yourself to like— the damned vampire elf. He's insufferable; always questioning your leadership and ideals, not to mention his piss-poor attitude about everything.

On top of that, some of the things that come out of his mouth are downright awful. "Just let them die," he said, bearing an irritated and inconvenienced reaction to the wellbeing of the entire grove. "We're not here to babysit those in need of culling."

You haven't spoken to him since. To be honest, you've spent the time pondering if you really need someone like that around. Who's to say he won't someday see you and the others as those "in need of culling"?

As the leader of the party, you have to make the right decisions— and you think in this situation, the right decision is to get rid of him.

It's not like you've decided this in the spur of the moment, either. This tension has been building between you two since you met, and a perpetually winding coil is bound to snap and cut someone eventually.

That someone won't be you.

It's early. The night has only just begun to lift, welcoming a gentle blue in its place. You lay in your bed, staring at the tapered ceiling with your hands folded over your stomach.

You listen for the familiar rustle of fabric just outside your tent. Your body springs up as if on cue, peeking your head out to investigate silently. There he is, you watch as the elf leaves his own tent at the same time he always does.

He follows his usual path off into the woods, and this time, you'll follow him.

Before you leave, your adrenaline-ridden hand fumbles around your bedroll, searching. Finally, it graces the sensation of a wooden object, one that you conceal in your waistband beneath your shirt.

You stumble after his footfalls, careful not to lose sight of him in the shadows.

He wanders into a small clearing of trees before stopping. You halt, kneeling in the brush. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest, a slight tremor to your limbs. You're not sure what has overcome you— fear? excitement?

It doesn't matter what you feel. You just need to get this over with.

You watch him inquisitively as he begins reaching for the hem of his shirt. He pulls the material up and over his head, tossing it to the side.

You swallow deeply, fighting the urge to avert your eyes. When you learned of his early morning walks, you didn't think it involved disrobing.

He sits in front of a ledge overlooking the valley, folding his legs together and gazing at the sky expectantly. Now would be the perfect time to reveal yourself, but you're frozen in place from observing the strange ritual before you.

It isn't until the first ray of light peeks over the horizon that you realize what madness he's up to. In all its golden glory, the sun bathes his body with a matching hue. He breathes in, letting its warmth encase his cold, dead figure.

His head turns slightly, his profile partially blocked by his shoulder. Though, you can see that his eyes fall closed while he basks.

Now...! You inhale sharply, your entire body tensing with anticipation.

"If you'd like to join me so badly, I'd prefer that you ask first."

Your heart stutters at the sound of his voice, loud and clear as if to catch the attention of another. Surely, it's not you he's talking to?

He lets out a small laugh. "Well, I won't say yes. But I'd appreciate the gesture much more than I do your... creeping." His brow lowers in a manner of disgust. Moments later, his piercing red iris is staring right back at you.

Instead of flinching, you stand impossibly still like a frightened rabbit.

"Honestly, did you think you were being clever? I could hear your every move from the minute you left your tent," there's a lilt of amusement to his tone as if your failure is humorous to him. It makes your blood boil just enough to snap you out of your daze.

Clearing your throat, you step out from behind your cover. "I apologize for my inefficiency in lurking in the shadows. It's not something we honest people often have to do."

You see the immediate frown on his face. He shoots you a glance like a dagger before quickly regaining composure. "Ever the self-deprecating one, aren't we?" he exhales.

Your shoes grow wet with morning dew as they wade through the grass. You stop directly behind him, glaring down at the back of his head.

So cocky while being so close to death. You hope you'll be half as ignorant when your time comes.

Under your newfound proximity, he seems to fall uncharacteristically quiet— as do the birds and frogs.

Though barely a hum, his voice cuts through the silence disruptively, "... Y'know," he starts slowly, "I'm not the most intuitive type, but I'm starting to feel like you're not here because you missed my company."

"Maybe you should trust your gut."

His next words seem to catch in his throat, immediately being replaced with a sigh.

Unexpectedly, he stands and faces you without caution, as if you'd hesitate to drive your stake through him at any given moment.

And, to your dismay, hesitate is exactly what you do. Your hand lingers over where you keep the stake behind your back, though never touching it.

His body blocks the day's freshly bloomed rays, leaving you in the darkness of his silhouette. You feel a twinge of intimidation, yet you do not falter. You hold his stare and refuse to give up ground.

A smirk fights its way onto his lips, carving into his previously stark expression. "Too pure-hearted to carry out the assassination attempt while you still had the upper hand?"

Your eyes flit down briefly to catch his fingers twitching at his sides. You don't know what he's thinking, but you'll assume it's a far cry from your best interests.

"This isn't something that I want to do—"

With that, something in him seems to snap— you spot the exact moment it happens as his irises are encased in a sea of white. He throws his arms in the air exasperatedly, sharply interrupting your sentence with, "Yes, it is!"

You fail to conceal the dip to your brow, startled by the suddenness of his response. You suppose his reaction is befitting of an altercation only one of you will walk away from.

Still, you pictured someone like him accepting death with a bit more grace.

"You have wanted this from the very moment we met!" his tone wavers slightly, a weary strain intertwining his words. "So what you're not going to do is sit here and tell me how righteous you are before killing me!"

Just when you think he's going to make you fight for it, he seems to collect himself back into his usual poise. "… You're going to tell me how badly you want to kill me first." His nostrils flare as he peers up at you through his dark lashes. "You will give me that much."

A heavy atmosphere lingers in the narrow space between you while you watch his face jerk with resentment. You're not sure why, but the expression makes you feel... strange.

"Say it."

Your lips move before you can create any sound, taken aback by the oddity of his command. "I... want to kill you," you say with a sense of uncertainty, hardly at a decipherable volume.

"Like you mean it.”

It’s at this moment that you realize he behaves no differently in the face of death than he does in an everyday confrontation, and you’re reminded of why you're here in the first place— of all the stress he's given you since day one, all the nose-to-nose arguing and fighting— you can kill him under the guise of protecting others from harm, but the self-centered benefits you’ll reap are almost too obvious.

"I want to fucking kill you," you spit.

So, why don't you? Why do you still stand here, waiting? Why does the stake you stayed up carving for hours, perfectly sleek and pointed, remain unconcerned?

He swallows deeply, and it seems he's wondering the same thing.

You catch the way he watches your mouth part, your exhales thick with adrenaline. Then, his gaze returns to yours, and it seems all the more obvious how his head has just barely tilted.

Something other than hatred flashes in the shadows of his furrowed brow, the separate emotions sitting side by side as if becoming one.

He grabs your arm, yanking you closer. In a single, swift motion, his other hand tangles into the hair at the back of your head, bringing your lips to his.

The sensitive skin crashes together in a burst of impulsiveness. Your hands come up to grab his face while your mouths connect painfully. It's sloppy, and you don't quite sync up. You're both trying to dominate the other, and it feels more like a battle than a kiss.

He uses his teeth to his advantage, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. You lose some nerve from the metallic taste, yet it only fuels his aggression further. The red paints both of your lips, leaving a blushing stain. He harshly runs his tongue over the wound, making you wince as he agitates the sore spot.

In response, you shove him away with all your strength, anger prevalent in the action. He stumbles back, watching you intensely as he uses his forearm to wipe his mouth.

You throw off your shirt, letting the humid air embrace your breasts and torso. As you work quickly to remove your pants as well, you drop your stake in the grass, which he studies for a moment before glancing back at you.

He makes you feel like an object as his eyes graze over your skin, hungry. You approach him once more, impatiently searching for his mouth.

While he distractedly runs his palms over your body, relishing the soft, warm curves, you opt to push him into the boulder behind him. For a split second, he breaks away from the kiss and peers over his shoulder, making note of your plan.

As he puts his hands on your waist to lift you, you reluctantly allow him to place you atop the rock instead. Out of frustration, your fist hits his bare chest, to which he inattentively steadies by your wrist.

He begins kissing down your neck, and you grab at his hair while he does. You end up pulling too hard, and he bites down in retaliation. You don't bleed, but it'll leave a mark.

"Bastard," you hiss.

His hands run up and down your thighs before he traces a finger over your clothed pussy. You buck your hips as the fabric brushes against your clit, and he wastes no time in dipping beneath the garment to play with the needy bud.

He rests his weight on his opposite hand, his nose lingering closely to your neck. The erratic breaths raise goosebumps on your skin.

You lean back on your palms, giving him better access to your body. He coats his digit in your essence, toying with your clit. You twitch as you become more sensitive, which he exploits with unrelenting momentum.

He finally stops to bring his finger lower, teasing your spasming entrance. One of your hands tugs at the hairs by the base of his neck. "Astarion," you warn through gritted teeth. You hear him laugh by your ear before he shoves his finger inside you roughly.

You stifle a gasp as it fills you, the curl it harbors brushing your G-spot with every thrust. You let out small moans until you feel a deeper craving. "More," you huff, "I need more."

"Greedy whore,” he scoffs. "Just as I thought."

He leaves a quick kiss on your lips as he enters a second finger. You open your legs further to accommodate, letting out a sigh of relief as you feel your walls stretch around him.

Your slick produces squelching sounds as he thrusts in and out of you. A small groan escapes his lips, and he comments under his breath, "Gods, you're fucking tight."

You laugh pridefully, considering how many other partners he's had to compare you to. "That means a lot, coming from you."

He bears his teeth briefly in a snarl.

You glance down, noticing the hard-on in his pants. You slide your foot up his thigh mischievously, and he holds his breath as it approaches the tent in the fabric.

His fingers stutter as you push the ball of your foot against his cock, providing pressure that he needs worse than he previously thought.

His teeth rake in his bottom lip as he makes a poor attempt at containing himself. "Shit-eating little nymph, aren't you?" He addresses you with irritation prominent on his features. "Alright, then."

He pulls his fingers from you without warning, revealing the slippery substance you've left on them. With his other hand, he harshly grabs you by your jaw. "Open," he orders.

You comply, and he presses his soiled fingers to your tongue.

"Clean them."

Your mouth closes around the digits, running your tongue over and between the long, slender shapes. You taste yourself, swallowing what you gather while holding his gaze.

His eyes droop half-lidded, thick with lust. The breaths leaving his lips become heavier by the second.

The way he stares down at you— so animalistic, so needy— it makes you feel smug, but it also has you pressing your thighs together to satiate the throbbing desire in your cunt.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, breaking a line of drool as they leave your lips.

His fingertips remain dug into your cheeks as your hearts pound in unison. It seems both of you are too proud to admit how badly you want what comes next.

You observe him; how his Adam's apple bobs in his throat, how his chest supports a thin sheen of sweat. There's a slight tremble to his figure, teeming with want that's begging to be set loose. You can't take it anymore— you'll lose this time if you have to.

"Please," your voice has never been spoken to him so gentle and pleading, "fuck me."

As if he'd been waiting to hear those words, he connects your mouths again passionately. This time, he leans you back on the cold material of the stone, the dew leaving icy pecks on your skin.

He pulls your underwear from your body, slinging them aside. Peering down, he admires how your folds and inner thighs glisten in the morning light. "You're perfect," he mutters.

As he undoes his pants, you stare between the window of your thighs at his cock being freed from his trousers. "... Yeah," you borderline whine.

Angling himself with your entrance, he tests you by pushing the tip inside. Your velvety walls immediately tighten around him, causing a groan to slip through his teeth.

He leans over you and entwines your hands with his. You wrap your legs around his waist, scooting your hips to the edge of the rock's surface, anxious for him to stretch you out.

He gets the message, slowly going deeper and deeper with each thrust. Your body envelops him so desperately, and you nearly scoff at how you cling to your enemy like your savior.

Finally, he bottoms out with a choked moan, savoring the feeling of your needy pussy before fucking you at a steady pace.

He repeatedly slams into you, his tempo getting rougher as you adjust. You writhe as he hits all the right spots, waves of electricity sparking through your veins and weakening your limbs.

One of his hands slips down to lift your thigh, resting it over his shoulder. It allows him to reach further, and you arch your back as he brushes against your cervix.

You two create a symphony of pleasure, your voices complimenting each other.

His eyes follow yours, and you almost find yourself getting lost in the bloody hue. You turn your head to look away, disliking the feeling erupting in your stomach.

He nuzzles your neck as you unknowingly expose it. You feel his open mouth graze the sensitive skin, subtly running it up and down. He gets strangely quiet, his hips occasionally stuttering. Glancing over at him questioningly, you see his eyes screw shut before his bared fangs pierce your flesh.

It all happens in a matter of seconds. You yelp at the sharp, burning sensation. Your hand pulls at his hair and claws at his shoulders, but he only groans in response.

He continues fucking you while lapping up the blood spilling from your neck. The mix of pleasure and pain confuses you, but you still feel that knot growing tighter in your core.

You begin to experience some lightheadedness, but instead of hindering your enjoyment, it enhances it; it numbs your brain, and you can't think about anything other than this— other than him spreading you open and fucking you as if you're his, as if you've always been.

Your abdomen tenses and you feel your climax approaching quickly. You leave reddened grooves in his back while holding him in place with your heel. An array of noises spills from you as you arch your body into his.

"I hate you— fuck, I hate you," your voice cries out, partially slurred.

He finally pulls away with a sharp exhale, your blood drenching his chin. "I know," he responds breathlessly, leaving a trail of bloody kisses on your collarbone.

He wraps both arms around you to fuck you harder, drawing out your orgasm. Your body jolts with overstimulation, experiencing a sensation in your cunt that you can only describe as an ache. You push against him, but he holds you so tightly that it has no effect.

You notice how he’s starting to come apart; his rhythm becomes erratic, and his moans progress into a desperate whimper. All of his muscles are so taut and his face is endearingly tense— such a contrast to his typical haughty disposition. You conclude that you wouldn't mind seeing him like this more often.

You leave sickeningly sweet kisses along his jaw, caressing his face. "I know you want to cum, you stubborn prick," you say as he repeatedly knocks the breath from you. Pressing your mouth to his skin once more, you utter a quiet, "cum for me, then.”

He seems to think for a moment before making a split-second decision to pull out of you, his frustrated growl telling of his inner conflict. Aiming for your slit and thighs, he releases hot, thick ropes of cum that slowly drip towards your ass.

He stares between your legs like he's created a masterpiece; a concoction of fluids that you brought to fruition together. His thumb smears some of his seed around your folds, a worn grin making its way onto his face as his eyes flicker up at you.

"Really?" you stare back, straight-faced. "That's going to be such a pain to clean up." You know that's the exact reason he did it— why would he ever let anything be easy for you?

He laughs, ridiculous and pompous as ever. "Isn't it?" His hand runs through his unruly hair, lifting rogue strands from the sweat of his forehead. "Take my word for it when I say it's a very, very good look for you."

As you watch him fix himself up to be presentable, a sudden harrowing feeling overcomes you. It seems the euphoria from your little romp was more short-lived than you thought it'd be, and your dynamic was not so easily escaped.

"Flattery won't save your life," you state bluntly, lacking any evidence of the intimacy you two just shared.

"It won't." He walks over to your pile of clothing after tucking his shirt back in. With a still, cold expression, he drops the garments on your naked body to cover it. "But it'll make you miss me."

[terminaltimeline]

Date night 🖤

I mean this in the most horny way possible. I often see expressions of violent desire towards a character being used as a way to communicate specific intense feelings about them, so I wanted to be clear that this (and most other stuff from me*) is just plain old regular sadism. The image caption is a joke but also not a joke.

Ideally the situation should be him letting me do this to him despite hating everything about the idea. It's absolutely key that Shang Tsung's expression in response to being subjected to this not being one of pain or anger or fear, but absolute contempt. This is, now that I think about it, basically the same genre as that series of drawings of conservatively dressed women lifting their skirts to show you their panties while looking disgustedly at you.

* Aside from some of the stuff involving Luke Street Fighter who sucks and should be beaten up in a back alley and left for dead (affectionate)

[yanderes-galore]

Can I ask for a yandere alphabet for Reaper (Gabriel Reyes) from Overwatch?

Of course! Here's some more Reaper :) Written on PC instead of mobile, sorry for formatting issues.

Yandere Alphabet - Reaper

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence/Murder, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Slight sadism, Breaking and entering, Denial, Reaper watches you sleep, Brief marking mention, Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Reaper tries to take his time before getting involved with you. He knows he probably shouldn't but he just can't help but watch you. Reaper primarily watches his darling so he isn't very affectionate in the physical sense.

Once he allows himself to indulge, he can be intense. However, for the first half of his obsession he is rather tame. This is due to the fact he is mostly just watching you from a distance.

The moment he decides to just take you, though... he's intense with both affection and his obsession in general.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Messy. Reaper is a mercenary, it is basically his job to take out targets. He sees it all as just a job for the most part. While he sometimes take joy from it, it's primarily just something he has to do.

He takes out those he doesn't like around you behind your back and makes it all look like an accident. He does everything he can to make it look like he wasn't involved. Things like this distract him from his feelings for you... a thing he tries to ignore before he can't take it anymore.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Reaper may mock a little bit but for the most part he doesn't. By the time he has you he has worked for this moment. So he tries to tend to your needs and learn about his feeling issue.

He cares for you and isn't entirely cold towards you. Although it is hard for him to show that at times. It's not like he's felt this way before. If he has it's been a long time since then.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Most likely. He'll try being patient but that has its limits. The moment he has you under his care, hidden by him with help from Talon, it's hard to go against what Reaper claims/says.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He isn't a very vulnerable person. He rarely opens up to you if at all and you often not know much about him or his past. He cares for you... he's just very hard to read.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Annoyed. Part of him understands, you're in an unfamiliar place and taken by a stranger. He gets that... yet part of him wishes you'd adapt quicker.

He would try to push aside your fight but sometimes just allows it to play out. Soon you'll get tired. Soon you'll realize it's pointless.

Soon... he just needs to wait a bit more.

He's good at that.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He both finds it annoying yet also enjoys chasing you down at times. He knows it's pointless as he'll find you again, but it seems you don't.

So part of him feels a bit excited at times to see you come to the realization that escape is pointless.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

It would either be the abduction or after the abduction. Before that he's just a phantom in the back of your mind. Afterwards... well he's all you ever see.

I'd personally say everything from the initial abduction to the isolation afterwards.

It scares you that the only person you can rely on is a man on the brink between life and death... one that's the embodiment of the Grim Reaper. A man who has killed before and will kill again, perhaps even for you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Reaper hasn't really thought of it. The future is uncertain. All he really knows is he wants you and tries to keep you close. He wants no one else around you... he just wants it to be the two of you.

So he'll keep it that way.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

It's really hard to read Reaper but I'd say he gets jealous. At first he finds a way to cope with it. Yet there comes a time he just doesn't care anymore and just eliminates the problem.

The last option happens closer to when he just decides to take you. His first sign of snapping.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Distant, sometimes cold. He's barely there before he takes you. When he does he tries his best to connect. He's shown to be ruthless with others, but with you he tries to be gentle.

He tries to speak to you in a deep and raspy voice. He tries to be more comfortable for you. Yet it's a struggle for the both of you.

In terms of affection it's usually just "offering protection". Although when you are more receptible he tries more physical forms of affection. Like attempts at comforting hugs... even if you go rigid against him like some corpse.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Reaper spends a good deal of time stalking you at first. He tries to ignore such desires but can't help it. Then it escalates from just watching.

He goes from watching from a distance to watching closer. Sometimes he finds himself entering your home to watch you as you slumber. Sometimes he reaches out to gently touch you. He tries to restrain himself but it's all to satiate his desires.

Unfortunately, the more he indulges, the more he wants more.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

I'd say so. He is more gentle with you even if it's difficult for him.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

While he is used to violence I'd say he'd isolate you from even himself. The moment he hears you begging for him to take you back, he feels you've learned your lesson. Although... maybe he is one to mark you in some way?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Nearly all of them. You're under Talon watch now.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He can be very patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Probably, with a lot of time. He'd probably try to get you back though. As much as he hates the idea, he can probably ask Moira to help him if you ever died.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Probably trauma and a yearning for some sort of normalcy in his life.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He tries to give you your space. As stated before, you'll stop at some point. He's just... really bad at comforting people.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Not really? Unsure.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Probably none. Once you're with him you're sort of stuck.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Probably. He tries not to though. It's mostly those around you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere but would hunt you down until he found you if he lost you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A long time. Maybe months to a year and a half?

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes, unfortunately.

[lachaparraa]

Woman

⚠ Tw: Narcissism, Violence, sexism, Mentions of "cannibalism", violence, personality disorders, allusions to psychopathy, mentions of sadism, violence against women, female coding, death, femicide, genocide, manipulation, slight allusions to racism in Japan ⚠

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I was going to write for kokushibo first but Douma has a lot of potential in this concept...

Woman in General

Douma has a particularly complex and problematic relationship with women, deeply influenced by his childhood and emotional development. When analyzing this aspect of his personality, it is crucial to consider both the psychological factors and early experiences that shaped his view and treatment of women.

Starting with his childhood, Douma's upbringing was marked by a lack of genuine affection and a distorted upbringing. He grew up in an environment where he was considered a divine figure from a young age, which distorted his perception of himself and others. This environment deprived him of authentic emotional experiences and isolated him from developing normal, healthy relationships. The lack of maternal love and attention likely contributed to his inability to develop empathy and genuine emotional connections, leading to significant consequences in the future.

Despite his past, Douma is extremely charismatic and charming, which allows him to attract many women. He uses his appearance and superficial charm to gain the trust and admiration of those around him.

He often presents himself as a protector and provider, especially in the context of his cult (as seen with Kotoha). This may seem positive on the surface, as he offers shelter and a sense of belonging to his female followers.

But this is only on the surface. Douma uses his charm and charisma to manipulate and control women. His relationship with them is based on power and domination, rather than respect and equality.

His inability to feel empathy means that he sees women as mere objects for his satisfaction or as tools for his purposes. This manifests in his cruelty and lack of consideration for their feelings and well-being.

As seen in the anime and manga, Douma is extremely cruel and does not hesitate to commit acts of violence against women. This behavior may be rooted in his own lack of understanding of what a healthy relationship means.

In summary, Douma's relationship with women can be seen as a manifestation of his own dehumanization and emotional alienation. His lack of a loving maternal figure and a distorted upbringing prevented him from developing a healthy understanding of interpersonal relationships. The early idealization and worship of his figure exacerbated his narcissism and his distorted perception of reality. Douma does not see women as individuals with their own feelings and rights, but as extensions of his own desire for control and power. This objectification of women is a reflection of his inability to emotionally connect with others and his constant search for validation and personal satisfaction.

feminist women

In the Taisho era, Japan experienced a blend of modernization and traditionalism. Radical feminism, though less prominent than in the West, was beginning to gain some traction. However, gender roles were still very traditional and restrictive.

In this context, Douma would see any movement seeking to change the status quo as a threat to his dominance. The feminist struggle, with its goal of empowerment and autonomy, would directly clash with his desire for absolute control. However, let's remember that Douma is an intelligent being known for being a manipulator and devourer of women.

Being a skilled and charismatic manipulator, he might initially appear respectful and admiring of the radical feminist movement. This would serve him to gain the trust and sympathy of the women involved. By showing superficial interest and support, he could seem like an ally, which would unconsciously attract more women to his cult. By expressing support for women's emancipation and rights, he could attract those seeking a supportive environment and fight for equality, even though his intentions are selfish, manipulative, and aimed at feeding himself.

As expected, Douma's true nature is a drastic change from what he appears on the surface. He would see the radical feminist movement as a threat to his control and domination. He would use his charisma to manipulate the women in the movement, seeking to undermine their autonomy and turn their struggle into a tool for his service. His support would be a facade for control and domination.

He has no true empathy or respect for individual rights, including those of women. This could lead to acts of violence and cruelty against those who challenge his authority or resist manipulation.(femicide)

Douma would interact with women from the radical feminist party using a combination of superficial charm and ruthless manipulation. While he might feign support to gain influence and control, his true goal would be to undermine and destroy these women's autonomy and efforts. His lack of empathy and respect for individual rights would make him a dangerous and oppressive figure for any movement seeking equality and justice. The facade of support would only serve to perpetuate his own power and satisfy his narcissistic desires.

foreign women

Douma would show a genuine or at least superficial curiosity about foreign women due to his charismatic nature. This curiosity would translate into an apparent openness and willingness to learn about different cultures, which might initially make him seem inclusive and respectful.

He could display hospitality and courtesy, creating an atmosphere of acceptance and admiration towards cultural differences, making women feel comfortable and safe with him.

Similar to his approach with Japanese women, Douma could present himself as a protector and provider. In his role as a charismatic leader, he would offer a sense of security and belonging, which could be attractive to foreign women in a new and potentially hostile environment due to the historical period.

Despite the "good," Douma would still be a manipulator who lacks empathy. He might also show a subtle form of cultural domination, imposing his own culture and beliefs while minimizing or devaluing those of foreign women. This attitude could translate into condescending or paternalistic behavior.

Douma, with his manipulative and charismatic nature, would see foreign women as new opportunities to exert his control and power. Although he might initially show curiosity and hospitality, his lack of empathy and desire for domination would quickly manifest. Using his charm to manipulate and exploit their vulnerabilities, he would objectify them and minimize their cultural differences to maintain his own authority and satisfy his narcissistic desires. In a way, he would be even more dangerous to foreign women.

Curiously, he has no preferences regarding countries unlike Muzan or other demons. Douma accepts women regardless of their country, after all...ethnicity does not change the nutrients that women provide.

Conclusion

In conclusion, be careful with handsome men or those who are too kind or chivalrous...

Hi!, I hope you liked this analysis of Douma, thanks for reading and have a nice night.😴

Besitos😽💕

[firespirited]

hundreds of reviews about We need to talk about Kevin focused on nature vs nurture, did she make him, did she just sense it? what a bitch, what a demon child. good vs bad as a fixed quality. diagnoses thrown around willy-nilly.

Guess what's missing? The one thing I haven't seen mentioned once?

There's a massive correlation between domestic violence specifically against mothers & girlfriends and mass murderers.

He is targetting the one person who is attempting to love him unconditionally (however badly) and probably chose emotional violence and coercion because he's smart enough to know he'd get caught for physical abuse. We have many cases where the mother or gf is the first kill or the mother or gf is left the sole survivor of an annihilation.

Plenty of people grow up with cold or outright abusive mothers and don't turn to violence against others. The "refrigerator mother" is outdated and wholly debunked. The fact that society still clings to this idea is clear in

how she's looking for what she could have done wrong,

how her community reacts

and how people are reviewing the film and book.

It is very telling and disturbing. We are failing people by not talking about the masses of data we are collecting about "evil", failing people by trying to find either a simple diagnosis or a parent/event to blame and letting these myths form. Sociology and psychology work hand in hand here for a far more complicated set of factors that lead to violent crime.

I found the final scene very good closure. The ambiguous nature of his new-found vulnerability and willingness to reflect. Is he using her, is he changing, bit of both?

There are many cases of teen criminals who you could slap all sorts of psych labels on for doing horrific things... who just grow up after experiencing consequences and learning better impulse control because they're stuck in prison/juvie and can't afford to just act out or aren't rewarded for it by their peers/circumstances. We need to talk about all the Kevins and all their Evas.

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So I'd like to talk about my neighbours: 4 boys, now men, from a neglectful and sometimes volatile household:

Son 4, the one called Kevin, became a care worker in a senior centre and is emotionally healthy. He experienced more violence and may have mild FAS.

Son 3 began committing acts of sadism in his teens and was jailed for a violent hate crime in his teens, he has a cold but potent charisma and pushes others to violence, briefly a gang member for a year or two but doesn't like to follow orders.

Son 2 seems like a gentle sensitive soul but he has a drinking problem and is on parole for hurting the mother of his child badly enough that he was sent away and custody was fully revoked, you would not be able to tell there's anything 'off' about him.

Son 1 has been involved with older women consistently since his teens, often as a childminder or sugar baby as he can't keep down a job: he is a kind but flaky man who wrestles with alcohol addiction.

They all have the same nurture and nature, struggle with the same demons. Son 1 turns his pain inwards, son 2 turns it against his girlfriends, son 3 against anyone and son 4 has rejected it.

Son 2, on the surface, needs to get sober and learn anger management - he claims he wants to get better. Son 3 was young enough when caught that his tendencies could change but prison just got him networked with others like him and enjoying his power over other inmates.

Only one would get a psychopath diagnosis and it's not the one smart enough to keep his violence carefully hidden.

You cannot trust vibes or words. We have to trust the data. The data says neither is a write-off but either could reoffend, especially the one who's going to be given more leeway.

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I found it a very careful and thought-provoking film with some incredible acting. I found it realistic and liked that it doesn't present an ideal mother and doesn't rule out change.

But I would like to point out that in real life (and in a similar film called MASS), we do have warm loving mothers or grandmothers who have sons like Kevin who pick up from dads or society at large that their aggression against a parent doesn't get the same pushback when it's their mother (or more vulnerable parent or sibling).

It's not a chicken and the egg situation, it's not nature vs nurture, it's definitely not rare: it's a child with issues who learns from a very early age that one parent can be hurt or used without consequences and then leans into those impulses.

What i found most horrifying about the film is that we as a society are not taking care of the mothers left in the wake of teen criminals, her psychological abuse is central to his MO: everyone around her and most reviewers missed it.

[bubblesandgutz]

Every Record I Own - Day 800: The Rolling Stones Sticky Fingers

There's a bar in Greenpoint, Brooklyn called Moonlight Mile that my husband and I went to all the time back when we lived in New York. It was just a block or two off of the East River, so we would often walk to a nearby park to watch the sun set over Manhattan then head to the bar for a drink or two. It was a mellow neighborhood spot with a well-curated free jukebox. I felt like a bit of a dork for it, but I put on "Moonlight Mile" off of Sticky Fingers pretty much every time I went in there. Maybe it was a bit too on-the-nose, but fuck it... it's exactly the kind of song I wanna listen to with a beer in my hand as the night creeps in.

Like Let It Bleed, I picked up this cheap copy of Sticky Fingers at some point in the '00s because it's considered to be one of the Stones' best albums (if not THE best). And like Let It Bleed, I wasn't all that enamored with it at first. Sure, I knew the hits off the album. "Brown Sugar" is a classic rock staple (and a frequent topic of discussion when it comes to the more problematic aspects of the band) and "Wild Horses" is great (thanks in large part to involvement of Gram Parsons), but there wasn't much else that leapt out at me. It just sounds like the stereotypical sleazy, bluesy sound I associate with '70s classic rock.

But individual songs began to grow on me. First it was "Dead Flowers"---a defiant country tune that drops a very unsubtle heroin reference in the second verse ("I'll be in my basement room / with a needle and a spoon"). Combined with the slavery and sadism references in "Brown Sugar" and the cock bulge on the album cover, I'm surprised Sticky Fingers wasn't the subject of a massive boycott. How was this considered mainstream material back in 1971?

The slow-burn ballad "Moonlight Mile" was the next song to win me over. For years, I'd play "Dead Flowers" and "Moonlight Mile"---the closers to the album---while I was showering in hotel rooms on tour. They were the perfect length and the ideal way to gauge how much time I was taking getting ready in the bathroom while one of my bandmates waited for their turn to shower.

Other songs started luring me in: the primary riff of "Bitch," the dueling guitar line verses and gospel chorus of "Can't You Hear Me Knocking," the wistful soul of "Sway" and "I Got the Blues"... it's as if something else grew on me with every listen.

That might explain why initial reviews of Sticky Fingers were mixed while the album is now considered to be one of the greatest rock records of all time. Stones records aren't immediately rewarding. They're loose and unrefined. They aren't burnished to shine. Instead, they sound like fleeting moments. More than one studio engineer mentioned that the Stones seemed like they were barely a functional band when they were writing and formulating songs together in the studio, and then at some point they would all lock in and magic would happen.

Many years ago, an old band of mine recorded with Jack Endino, the engineer behind a bunch of quintessential grunge albums. Jack didn't care much about fixing our minor flubs. "People still love Rolling Stones albums," he argued, "and those performances were sloppy as hell." His reasoning was that the small imperfections in a song---the slightly flat notes, the fluctuations in tempo, the not-quite-together accents---kept the brain intrigued. Even if the listener isn't 100% aware of the errors, the subconscious keeps trying to make sense of the flaws, and that keeps the music interesting.

There's so much music out there vying for our attention these days, and it could be very easy to give Sticky Fingers a cursory listen and shrug it off. But how many albums somehow manage to get better with every listen? Maybe it's the slop factor. Maybe it's the quality songs glimmering in the dirt like diamonds in the rough.

Whatever it is, I love Sticky Fingers a little more every time I listen to it. And I still throw "Moonlight Mile" on the jukebox when I'm in NYC and visiting my old neighborhood bar in Greenpoint.

[liminalpsych-in-teyvat]

Personal Fanfic Themes and Squicks

Themes I’m really into reading/writing and will probably start reading if the writing's even remotely decent, and also my squicks (themes I avoid like the plague, it's a really visceral reaction).

Favorite themes to read and write:

Power dynamics: liege/vassal and master/servant particularly, though any variation on those are great. (Part of why I'm really into Ayato/Thoma and Zhongli/yaksha-but-doesn't-necessarily-need-to-be-Xiao as some of my go-to ships. Other ships I'm into that fit this to some degree though not quite as well are Dainsleif/Halfdan, Dehya/Dunyarzad, Ningguang/Beidou.)

Hurt/comfort, trauma explorations in general, ideally with at least a little comfort somewhere in the story. Self-sacrifice and getting called out on it, overdoing it and being saved from themselves, characters worrying about other characters, self-destructiveness but it gets interrupted by other character(s).

Heavy kink, especially playing with psychological states, fear, objectification, risk, overwhelm, subspace, topspace, emotional sadism, helplessness, CNC. Lots of mechanisms and more specific kinks (eg impact play, bondage, knife/blade/insert-weapon-here play, physical sadomasochism/pain play, etc) can aid those states, but the mechanism matters less for my interest than the state itself.

Polyamory / non-monogamy: Bonus points if it involves proper communication, negotiations, and isn't automatically easy and perfect. (Ships I particularly like for this: Kaveh/Alhaitham/Ayato/Thoma which is slightly a crackship and I don't care, Zhongli/Childe/Xiao, Ayato/Thoma/Kazuha.)

Political intrigue: I loved Ayato's story quest and will absolutely read anything in that vein; same with the social intrigue part of Thoma's hangout. Game of Thrones, West Wing, Kushiel's Dart kind of stuff.

Slow burns, pining, misunderstandings that add more tension and sadness, but with an eventual resolution/coming-together.

Squicks:

Incest and anything remotely close to it (won’t touch adoptive incest or step-relative incest either, yes that means I'm not going anywhere near Diluc/Kaeya content)

Pregnancy and mpreg: It’s just a body horror thing for me, and probably partially related to gender stuff, but it’s strong enough of a squick that I’ll even pass on a fic if it has “breeding kink” even just as dirty talk. Automatic turnoff which is unfortunate, because it’s so common in Alpha/Beta/Omega fic which otherwise has a lot of the themes I enjoy.

Some kink related squicks (see behind the cut at the bottom of the post)

Student/teacher or client/therapist dual relationships. Why do these squick me out when master/servant and liege/vassal don't? I'm not sure, maybe because liege/vassal or master/servant are so abstracted outside my lived experience, so they're very much in the realm of fantasy. Versus feeling angry at even a fictional teacher or therapist for being Very Unethical and at the narrative for supporting/condoning it. Boss/employee is a context-and-author-dependent middle ground (e.g. I love Baizhu/Herbalist Gui in Teyvat, but modern AUs where a character is a CEO or manager and the love interest is one of their direct reports or employees is pretty close to a squick).

Just kinda meh, has to look really interesting or be by a writer I’m a huge fan of before I’ll try it:

AUs, unless it’s only a slight variation (eg the standard canon setting with this one twist).

Crossovers. Nothing wrong with them, just not interested in reading unless I'm really into both of the settings involved.

Ships that aren’t queer in some way. (It can be a male/female ship, but I'm not interested if it's heteronormative/cisnormative/mononormative. Best example of this is that Gomez and Morticia's relationship is absolutely queer, in the sense of being "queered" from normative relationship structures. Esp. since the Addams family is literally designed to be queered from "traditional nuclear family" norms. Talking about how untraditional the "traditional nuclear family" is will be outside the scope of this post and way too off topic.)

Love triangles that end in monogamy when they could easily be solved with nonmonogamy and open communication (e.g. all three people get along, two of them just happen to love the same person. It's a different story if all three people do not get along and there's actual emnity for reasons outside the love triangle, that can be way more interesting. but if I'm just wanting to shake the characters and go "this is false tension, there is a solution, just talk to each other, you can just date both people, they'll probably even be okay with it", look, I deal with that enough in mainstream media, I want better in my fanfic).

Tragedy/sad endings. I'm warming up to this one, used to avoid it constantly, but now I sometimes write/roleplay/read it and find it satisfying at times. But I have to be in the mood for it, or it has to be by someone whose writing I really like/trust.

Hurt-no-comfort, dubcon without comfort/repair, actual non-consent: Have to really be in a particular mood or the author has to be one I really like and trust. And probably I need a chaser of a more fluff story to feel better afterwards.

Pure fluff: I'll read it if I'm really needing something fluffy, but too often it feels disingenuous, saccharine, or out of character.

Kink squicks:

Scat or urine or vomit: Most bodily fluids, really, but I can deal with spit/semen/vaginal secretions, and sweat and blood are perfectly fine.

Food play: Look. Stickiness just grosses me out, okay? It's the same core problem as bodily fluids, I think.

Forced feminization or feminization kink: Not a particularly visceral squick, but I'm not into reading it and will usually scroll on past if it's "male identifying character wears a dress/maid outfit/etc and other-character is super into it". I suspect this is a Gender Issue for me as a transmasc nonbinary person because of how uncomfortable I feel as myself when pressured to present feminine, as I certainly don't have any issue when it's a person who identifies feminine in some way (my nesting partner is transfeminine nonbinary and I get so delighted when xe dresses up, for example, and my girlfriend is a cis woman and I love her feminine presentations. It's just when someone is feminizing counter to their identity and is having embarassment about it and it's made into a sexy thing that I get super uncomfortable and I Don't Grok It as a kink… Which when I say it that way, makes perfect sense as to why, given my own history.)

[blacksunscorpio]

Hello, really loving your posts and wish you could share more insights on composite. Anywho, what do you think about composite moon opposite venus?

Composite Chart in Astrology

The Composite is a mid-point method and shows how the relationship between the two will be, not in theory but in actuality. How they operate in practice. It is not a synastry chart where we place two charts together side by side/ or on top of one another and see the impact two people have on each other.  Synastry is how two people’s planets get along. The composite chart is the energy of the relationship. It’s the final result of synastry. The biggest difference is that you have more control over a synastry aspect than a composite aspect. A composite chart basically becomes its own entity. The relationship itself has its own birth chart basically with a Sun, rising, moon etc. As a result, basic relationship dynamics can be seen in the composite chart.

Basics of the Composite/How to Read a Composite

Interpret planets by House and Aspect

Ascendant: How the relationship started & how others / environment see you + Degree + Ascendant ruler [=Area of focused expression]

Sun [houses and aspects]: Indicates what brought you together and what goal you have in life. [Aspects to Sun : Shows purpose of the relationship supported or not]

Moon : Emotional connection & the soul of the relationship

North node : Indicates in what direction you should grow as couple

Note Stelliums

Meaning of the Houses

1st House

Planets in 1st are directly and most immediately felt by the couple. This is how they operate with one another and how they are perceived immediately by others. How their relationship typically plays out/the energy of it.

2nd House

Deals with the possessions and values of the couple. Their ability to share with eachother and maybe even the income they make with each other. The sign this house is in van indicate how they demonstrate their values to each other.

3rd House

 Is about communication, and how the couple thinks about their environment. They way they communicate and their intellectual understanding of each other and the relationship.

4th House

 One of the core houses to observe in the composite [Davison or Midpoint]. This house can indicate whether the couple will last or whether they’ll settle down with one another. Moon here is fabulous. Uranus, which is an erratic and unstable planet is not the best.

5th House

This has has to do with the fun and creativity a couple demonstrates with one another in the relationship. Kids, etc. An occupied 5th can indicate the couple may wish to have kids together. This can also indicate whether this will be more of a fling than a long term commitment. Like the 8th, sexual activity can be seen here. Saturn here can also restrict fun and creativity in the couples relationship or lack of kids. Well performing Saturn can make it a long lasting sexual connection.

6th House  

Represents where the couple will be tested, in order to handle the outside world. It deals with the couples everyday work and routine.

7th House

 Is the house of intimate lovers or open enemies. A Venus placed in 7th can display itself as two people beginning the relationship off as lovers but also where one can hurt each others [feelings[ enough for the relationship to devolve into arguments and at worst, enemies. Venus in the 7th on the other hands, can slo be one of the primary indicators of marriage/romance.

8th House

The couples ability for commitment and ownership together. 8th is death, sex, and other people’s resource. Joint accounts and possessions. An occupied 8th shows a profound bond between two people. deep intimacy and transformation. Deep sexuality.

9th House

Shows how the couple explores and thinks with the higher mind about the world together. Their beliefs. How they expand together.

10th House

Deals with the status and prestige of the couple, How they appear to the public. As a couple, it shows how they navigate the world in an outward manner. The serious approach to life and the relationship.

11th House

 The social activities and social culture of the unit. Their peers, social circle/friends. How those in their environment see them. their relationship’s acceptance by society and also their social limitations. Pluto here can mean their relationship can be perceived as forbidden.

12th House

A full or occupied 12th house can be challenging in a composite chart, since it’s the house of the unconscious feelings and all things hidden. This can indicate mixed signals, confusion, miscommunication between the two people involved. Adversely, it can create a feeling of fatedness, soulmate binds, spiritual ties and even psychic connections.

Composite Ascendant/Sun

Type of couple, how your relationship appears to others. Ego/ Personality of couple Aries :  Active, self-sufficient, confident, bold. Careful with impatience or bullying.

Taurus :  Traditional, practical, Stable, security minded.  Careful with rigidity or bull-headedness/possessiveness.

Gemini : Mental, instinctive, restless, adaptable, social. Careful with duplicity or inability to commit. Cancer :  Emotional, Security, comfort. Careful with moodiness or neediness.

Leo : Confident, compassionate, popular, warm, dramatic Careful with arrogance or pride.

Virgo : Practical, detail-oriented, tidy/prim and proper, perfectionistic. Careful with criticism or letting anxiety overwhelm you/

Libra :  Compromising, loving, sociable. Balanced compromising. Careful with too much passivity or superficiality. 

Scorpio: Intense, transformative, sexual, probing, private. Careful with Possessiveness and jealousy.

Sagittarius :  Adventurous, independent, bold, optimistic, careful with tactlessness and drama.

Capricorn Focused, structured, perhaps an age difference is there. Careful with lack of emotional demonstration or pessimism.

Aquarius : Independent, unconventional, quirky, philanthropic, brilliant. Careful with flightiness or inability to commit.

Pisces : Dreamy, spiritual, sacrificial, silent, creative, emotional. Careful with co-dependency or martyrdom.

Asteroids to Consider

Eros : Mutual passions, erotic connection, sex & obsessions.

Psyche : Intuitive connection. Psychic bond of two people/where it will display itself [look at sign and house].

Juno : “You and I” dynamic. Nature of commitment in marriage-like sense.

Ceres : Nurturing connection

Vesta : Dedication & Commitment

Chiron : Deepest wounds. Indicative of the struggles of the couple and where healing is needed between two people to make relationship function.

North node : Purpose of the relationship. Life goal of the relationship/trajectory.

Aspects

Conjunction : Binding force, depending on the planets combined. Be mindful of too much power exuded here as a conjunction is still a hard aspect/fusion of energy

Sextile : Harmonic union, comforting, pleasing.

Square : Challenging, however with understand break-ups are not as common

Trine : Harmonic union, cooperation is organic.

Opposition : prone to push pull and make u/break up themes, strong attraction.

Favorable Aspects for Compatibility 

 Sun conjunct Venus = Love union, warm mutual feelings. Like and love each other.

 Sun conjunct Jupiter = Luck and growth. Prosperity, Optimism forgiveness and abundance. Pride of the couple.

Sun conjunct Moon = love that feels divine. People who like and love each other.

 Sun trine Moon = Natural compatibility. Nurturing. Understanding

 Sun conjunct Uranus = True unconditional love

5th ruler and 8th ruler conjunct = Very passionate, active sex life. Key to look at these houses and aspects.

 Sun in 7th = Indicate lovers or enemies.

 Moon in 4th or 7th = Excellent for a relationship or marriage

 Venus in 4th or 7th = Excellent placement for relationship and marriage

 Venus opposite ASC = Deep love.

 Venus-Mars = Sexual attraction. Natural pairing.

Stellium in 8th = Very deep, intense bond. Transformative [look for harmonious aspects or conjunctions]

 Venus-Moon = Emotional balance.

 Jupiter conjunct DSC = Mutual understanding & support

 Neptune conjunct Jupiter = Soulmates, spiritual

 Sun-ASC or ASC ruler = Chance for survival

 Juno in 1 or 7th = Fated

 Juno conjunct DSC = Fated. Karmic. Met each other before.

Stellium in the 1st = relationship will be important part of the couple’s identity. Drama may be played out at face value so out so careful if you don’t want the world involved in your business.

Difficult Aspects [long term]

Multiple squares = Challenging relationship. Misunderstandings. Tensions.

 5th ruler and 8th ruler square = Lifeless sex, strange uncomfortable vibe. 

 Planets in 12th house = Secrecy. Misunderstandings. Cheating.

 Mars conjunct Saturn = Sexual distance. One is hot while the other is cold. Unnecessary formalities. Drive is impeded.

Nessus or Sado forming many squares = Abuse/ sadism masochism. Some might like it hot like this but if there is no balance it can get outta control.

 Saturn square/opposite Mercury = Communication struggles. Restricted speech. Two people don’t express what they really want to say.

 Lilith square Chiron = Lack of depth, conflicts of past wounds, particularly in the sexual realm. Couple that wounds each other.

 Saturn square to the nodes = Bad indicator for long lasting relationship. Also an indicator of lack of support with goals [north node].

 Jupiter or Venus square/opposite Uranus = Divorce/break-up aspect

 Sun square/opposite Saturn = Something is missing. Power struggles.

 Neptune in hard aspect = Beautiful beginning, sour endings, deception or rose colored classes come off

Neptune to Mars in hard aspect = sexual idealism. Disappointments in sex. Couple that cheats on each other.

 Mars in hard aspect to Uranus = Sexual attraction, competitive & quarrelsome

Sun in hard aspect to Pluto/Mars = Power struggles. Intense and out of this world sex but can be an abusive or manipulative relationship.

Note: Aspects that appear in composite can be traced often back to the natal chart of either person. it will likely be a natal aspect and an astrologer can tell who will play out more of the theme in the relationship/or who will be more comfortable with the energy.

[bovine-providence]

Can I request general sfw & nsfw hc with Prosciutto

Of course! This was fun to write. 💖

Prosciutto HCs

SFW and NSFW headcanons for Prosciutto. NSFW mentions GN!partner.

Minors, DNI. CWs under the cut.

[CWs: smoking, discussions of sex, Dom/sub dynamics, impact play, bondage, blindfolds, finishing inside.]

SFW

He was an only child in an upper-class family; Prosciutto also had family members involved in the mafia, so he picked up on those values and principles early in life. He knows how terrible such an organization really is, but he still wants to uphold some ideals of honor and chivalry.

He’s in his mid to late 30s. While he isn’t self-conscious about it, he’d prefer it not be made a big deal by the rest of the team. It annoys him more than anything else.

He smokes unfiltered cigarettes. He started as a teen, and while he never smoked heavily, per se, it was still a bad enough habit that he cut back considerably by the time he joined La Squadra. If he offers someone a cigarette, it means he’s accepted them as a teammate; however, it doesn’t matter to him whether the person declines or accepts the offer, since that’s personal preference. It’s the fact that he offered that matters.

He may go out with teammates to relax, but sometimes he’ll venture out alone (even without Pesci). He’s a classy sort, and goes to a jazz club for a private drink away from the team. It’s his sanctuary away from the rest of La Squadra, and it’s good for a relaxing time with live music and good alcohol.

His music tastes are surprisingly versatile. While he does enjoy old jazz and soul standards, and will listen to classical sometimes, he’s no stranger to psychedelic rock or some show tunes. Perusing his record collection (because of course he has one), there’s albums by Steely Dan and the Grateful Dead right next to Frank Sinatra and Billie Holiday, along with some Broadway hits.

While he’s not too into technology, he does know how to use it. Not a lot of apps on his phone though, and he’s probably behind on some viral trends. Please be nice to him and don’t tease or prank him too much.

It may come as a surprise to some, but he does enjoy board games with the team! Prosciutto may claim that he thinks it’s good for bonding and that the games encourage strategy and even creative thinking, but he genuinely enjoys playing. Don’t play Monopoly with him though; he makes everyone bankrupt.

He’s great at gift-giving. While he may not always understand a friend or partner’s interests, he does pay attention to what they’re interested in, and will do research to give the perfect gift. If someone’s into high fashion, they’ll be getting cologne or perfume from one of their favorite designers. They enjoy cooking? Here’s a recipe book for their favorite cuisine/food stuffs, along with some hard to find ingredients that tie in with it!

NSFW

Prosciutto’s sex drive is a bit higher than most, but he can keep it under control. However, if he gets particularly frustrated, he’ll masturbate. Won’t dwell on it though, just enough to let out some tension before cleaning up and continuing with his day.

He’s into power dynamics. The particulars would be discussed with his partner, whether it’s Daddy/princess, Master/slave, etc. He likes being in charge, but is flexible with how it’s enforced; he wants his partner to be comfortable with it too. Some more subtle elements may be done outside of the bedroom as well.

On a related note, when you’re good for him, he’ll be very good to you that night; he likes making his partner feel good. But be brat, well… he’s not above orgasm denial and mild sadism to make a point.

He won’t leave too many marks; he doesn’t like hurting his partner that much, and any marks he does leave will be in hidden places. He’s private in regards to what happens in the bedroom. But that doesn’t mean he won’t use crops, paddles, or leave love bites; he does like impact play and some pain involved at times, he’s just on the milder side of it.

He loves lingerie, both for his partner and for himself. He likes when his partner is dolled up for him in something lacy and frilly. But sometimes, he’ll have his partner watch while he undresses to reveal a very flattering lingerie set under his suit. He looks good in lace and he knows it.

Bondage, shibari, and sensory play are definitely going to happen. It ties into his D/s kink; seeing his partner tied up and helpless on the bed, squirming in anticipation of what he’ll do to them next, unable to see because of the blindfold… he loves it.

Don’t let all this fool you, however; he’s into some hardcore stuff, but he can also be extremely soft and romantic. His partner has a rough day, or it’s a special occasion? Whatever his partner wants, he’ll become a service top if need be. He wants his partner to know they’re in control those nights if they need it.

Loves to finish inside. There’s something primal about marking a partner in such a way, that he can finish there. And watching his cum drip out after from wherever he’s finished, it’s like he’s an artist looking at his masterpiece. It helps that finishing inside also lessens the cleanup.

No matter how the night went, he always, always provides aftercare. Prosciutto wants and needs his partner to know that they’re safe and loved, and that what happens during sex isn’t the extent of how he sees his partner. He’ll get them water, clean them up, and praise them for how well they did. He’ll run a bath and hold them close as he washes the aftermath away, and cuddles them in bed after. He’s not going anywhere, and his partner will never doubt it.

[random-thought-depository]

Tangent from my last post: reading over this and thinking about it, I’ve pinpointed a disagreement that I think reveals a fundamental disagreement I have with the ideas I was responding to there.

Seph’s essay talks about liberal sexual consent practices as requiring a shift toward a more Culture A style of social interaction; requiring a willingness to actively assert your own interests instead of engaging in Culture B accommodationism. And that’s true, but I immediately recognized that it’s incomplete in a way that I think fundamentally distorts what’s happening, though it took me a while to think out exactly how. Saying “no” involves a degree of Culture A type assertiveness, but respecting that “no” and pro-actively making sure your partner is enjoying things involves an attentiveness to feelings, an accommodationism, and an attentiveness to maintaining harmony that’s more Culture B.

Like, if you drew up two columns, one labeled “Macho Republican Dad Boomerpost Stuff” and one labeled “Softy SJW Stuff,” and started sorting things into those columns by which group they’re more stereotypically associated with (bacon, guns, capitalism, Christianity, complaining about “cancel culture,” and calling people sissies as an insult into the Republican Dad column, tofu, queerness, feminism, socialism, veganism, accusing people of microaggressions, and being a Wiccan into the SJW column, etc.), I think liberal sexual norms placing a high premium on explicit consent would definitely stereotypically belong in the “SJW” column. And in this context I think that’s revealing.

I think what’s happening here is fundamentally orthogonal to Culture A vs. Culture B. I think, like a lot of left vs. right divides, it fundamentally comes down to hierarchy vs. egalitarianism. Liberal sexual norms emphasizing consent are a rejection of the pecking order method of simply resolving sexual conflicts of interests in favor of the person with more power, whether that power is social status, physical strength, emotional intelligence, or just being more willing to press for their interests. Culture A vs. Culture B is fundamentally orthogonal to what’s really going on here; trying to understanding this issue through that lens is at best like trying to understand the US Civil War through the lens of doctrinal disputes between different types of Christianity (you may get some genuine insights, but you’ve mistaken the fringes of the conflict for its core), and at worst like trying to understand the US Civil War through the lens of doctrinal disputes between Sunni and Shia Islam.

Actually I think the “trying to understand the US Civil War through the lens of Christian doctrine disputes” may be a good analogy, because I think this does tie back to the “the left/liberal side of the culture war is waging a war against Culture A” hypothesis in a way that reveals how that idea is not exactly wrong but misses an important dimension of what’s happening. I think what’s happening is that hierarchy is more explicit and explicitly enforced in Culture A, and therefore as society becomes less like a pecking order hierarchy tends to assume Culture B characteristics.

Culture A is where you find the human hierarchies that look the most like actual pecking orders, which are maintained by literal physical pecking. It’s where you find the openly brutal world of bosses screaming “the leads aren’t weak, you are!” into a cringing subordinate’s face, cops quietly taking an uncooperative suspect into a convenient alley and roughing him up a little to “teach him to respect our authority,” gangsters beating somebody up for being insufficiently deferential to them, some 6′3 250 pound guy in the grips of road rage punching some 5′7 150 pound guy in the face over a smashed bumper, teachers disciplining students by giving them hard blows on the palm with a ruler, a swaggering thug threatening a woman with physical violence because she had the effrontery to object to him groping her, and jocks having some fun inflicting casual physical abuse on the nerds in the locker room and on the playground. Hierarchies in Culture A are often maintained by physical violence and the threat thereof and put-downs and other explicit verbal bullying. When somebody in Culture A thinks you’ve gotten a bit above your station and wants to put your in your place, they’re likely to either actually use physical violence against you, explicitly threaten you with it, or explicitly insult you. Abuse in Culture A tends to look like our stereotypical picture of some swaggering thug openly terrorizing somebody who has some sort of vulnerability.

By contrast, hierarchies in Culture B tend to operate under more polite fictions of relative egalitarianism, cooperativeness, and non-violence. Enforcement of Culture B hierarchies tends to be less overtly violent. Culture B hierarchies are more likely to be covert and legible only to somebody with inside knowledge (e.g. you’ve ostensibly got a group of equals, but some are more equal than others because of advantages that mostly aren’t explicitly acknowledged). Culture B tends to have more of an ideal that coercive power can only be legitimately exercised for moral reasons, while Culture A tends to have more of a “master morality” culture where power is seen as worthy of respect in itself (Culture A is what gave us “Chad” and “alpha” as aspirational ideals), which is why bullying in Culture B tends to have a moralistic and fearmongering nature (see: Tumblr call-out posts) while bullying in Culture A tends to follow a more “master morality” logic of “our victim is weak and aesthetically displeasing to us, and that in itself makes them deserve punishment” - though much like “Culture A rewards strength and technical skills, Culture B rewards social skills and popularity” that’s a dichotomy that can easily be overplayed; most human hierarchies come with a hefty dose of community-minded moralism (even if the community is a pirate ship or criminal gang or something like that), and social skills and popularity are hugely important in almost any culture. Culture B is for people who wouldn’t dream of doing anything so barbaric as yelling at you or punching you because they’re mad at you; they’d complain to the human resources department who’d force you to spend a Friday evening listening to somebody lecture you about the need to “make our store a welcoming environment for our valued customers.”

An archetypal abusive Culture A authority figure is the macho thuggish “respect mah authoritay!” cop. An archetypal abusive Culture B authority figure is the gaslighty Nice Lady Therapist. The former is more-or-less open about the fact that he sees himself as above you in the pecking order and if you dispute that he’ll be delighted to enforce the pecking order in approximately the way chickens do it. The latter pretends to be your friend (and perhaps believes themselves to be that), and expends a great deal of effort tailoring their pecking order enforcement to not look like pecking order enforcement - significantly, they might like to be as openly brutal as the “respect mah authoritay!” cop is, but in strong Culture B that social strategy just doesn’t work; their social strategy represents a compromise with socially influential ideals of egalitarianism and non-violence, a tribute that vice pays to virtue (less charitably, it may simply reflect playing to different strengths and trying to minimize different weaknesses, e.g. the thuggish cop may have chosen that social strategy because he’s a physically powerful but not particularly socially intelligent Biff Tannen type, while the Nice Lady Therapist may have chosen that social strategy because she’s a socially intelligent and Machiavellian but physically feeble 4′10 woman).

In short, Culture B tends to both meaningfully soften the blows of pecking order enforcement and obfuscate them. It follows that as equalizing movements gain ground and explicit pecking order logic becomes more taboo, hierarchy will increasingly take on Culture B characteristics. In 1700, if you angered your boss in some petty interpersonal way he might have whipped you, which was his right as your master. Today, if you anger your boss in some petty interpersonal way she might think a little about how to get revenge on you in a way that doesn’t risk blowback if you take it up with the union, and then find some excuse to arrange for you to have to attend some mandatory HR remedial training that isn’t officially a punishment but let’s be real, totally is. Maybe in 2200 you won’t have a boss because you’ll work in an officially egalitarian syndicalist union, but there will be some union members who are “more equal than others” because of personal connections or charisma or some combination of both, and if you anger one of them in a petty interpersonal way they might through whisper networks arrange a quiet campaign to make sure the union votes against your requests for your favorite foods on the workplace lunch menu.

I guess I’m staking out a position as a hedging kind-of partisan of Culture B here. There’s a lot of talk about how Culture B gets an undeserved good reputation and can be just as unfair and cruel as Culture A but in a more insidious way, and I’m sympathetic to that and I think there’s a lot of truth to that, but, y’know, if I had to choose between pecking order enforcement that has to maintain a plausible veneer of being something else and just open undiluted sadistic pecking order enforcement, I think I’d prefer the former. I think even just adding in a requirement of hypocrisy improves things, because it forces pecking order enforcement to optimize for plausible deniability instead of sadism and effective tyranny. Admittedly, as somebody who finds this very relatable I have a strong personal bias here.

An illustrative personal anecdote: the usual stereotype of high school is that bullied kids (or at least bullied boys) suffer a lot of casual physical abuse, but I noticed that in my school there was a lot of verbal bullying but mercifully little physical abuse; the worst that was likely to happen in terms of physical violence was somebody tripping you up or throwing a box of kleenix at you or spitting their drink at you or something like that. I suspect the reason was that blatant physical violence was pretty much the only form of bullying the school administration would reliably punish (though they’d likely punish the victim right along with the perpetrator), and that’s why it usually wasn’t done. I suspect what happened is that stereotype of chronic casual physical abuse reflects what schools were like when the baby boomers were growing up (and boomers then wrote fiction etc. that reflected that experience that shaped the pop culture stereotype), but then anti-bullying reforms came along and by the late ‘90s and early ‘00s they’d achieved one great success: mostly eliminating that schoolyard culture of casual physical violence. And that was a very incomplete fix, just addressing the tip of the iceberg of the problem and probably often redirecting bullying into psychological abuse rather than actually reducing it... but, y’know, I’m really glad my middle and high school experience didn’t conform to that pop culture stereotype of the school dweeb getting regularly beaten up by four or six bigger kids. I had an awful time in middle and high school, but judging from pop culture stereotypes it could have been so much worse, and if suspensions for kids who punched other kids is what created that difference, then I’m profoundly grateful for that reform.

I think the left is kinda-sorta waging war on Culture A as a side-effect of its war on pecking order culture, in which high-status people enjoy the advantages of Culture A while low-status people labor under the disadvantages of Culture B. It’s not an accident that Culture A is associated with men and Culture B is associated with women. Accommodation (sometimes to the point of self-harm) is a survival strategy for low-status people in a social structure that resembles a pecking order; if you’re going to lose the fight, it often makes sense to pre-emptively accept a settlement that favors the interests of the stronger person (often to the extent of trying to anticipate the stronger person’s wants, performing even the brain work of figuring out their preferences for them). Competitiveness is a social strategy for upward mobility in a pecking order society or defense of a place near the top of the pecking order (it also has more pro-social functions so we probably want to keep it around in some form, but social competition is very much part of its function). Women tend to be reluctant to openly advocate for their personal interests because for much of history a woman openly advocating for her personal interests was likely to provoke status-guarding retaliation from men. Men tend to be reluctant to show vulnerability and see doing so as feminine because for much of history other men were likely to perceive a vulnerable man as an opportunity to increase their own social status by lowering the vulnerable man’s social status, and as a rule of thumb to lower a man’s social status was to give him a social status more like a woman’s. In the context of a pecking order society, a lot of Culture B makes sense as social strategies for people at the bottom of the pecking order with little realistic shot of escaping its lower levels, and a lot of Culture A makes sense as social strategies for people at the top of the pecking order and people at the bottom or middle of the pecking order who have a realistic shot at using high-risk high-reward social strategies to move up in the hierarchy. I think there’s some complicating factors around reproductive dynamics that explain why this is a gendered thing instead of just a class thing, but I won’t get into that here. So it makes sense that as society becomes less like a pecking order that process will involve shifts toward Culture A in some areas and shifts toward Culture B in other areas, because those cultures are probably both somewhat maladaptive in a more egalitarian social context.

A relevant example is that for much of history vigorously advocating their own sexual interests was often very risky for women, so Culture B primes women to pre-emptively accept a settlement that favors the man’s sexual interests, so liberal consent norms work better if women develop more assertiveness about their own interests, which looks kind of Culture A-ish. At the same time, women now have more leverage to effectively demand that men perform pro-social Culture B behaviors of accommodation, empathy, and consideration for the feelings and interests of others in the context of heterosexual sex.

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Tangential aside: I think thinking of hierarchy as the fundamental tension point of the left vs. right conflict illustrates a way that post I was responding to might be kind of too meta and you might get an illuminating perspective by stepping back from all that meta-level theorizing about fundamental epistemological differences and looking at the object level.

If you analyze left-wing “cancel culture” at the object level, what does it look like it’s trying to do? It seems to me that it’s trying to lower the social acceptability of what leftists perceive as defenses of hierarchy. Who are the stereotypical targets of campus “cancel culture”? They might be a “race realist” who’s very eager to tell you about how he thinks certain human groups have lower IQs or other congenital traits maladaptive to modern society and darkly hint about political implications. They might be a business libertarian economist who wants to stump for the gospel of the free market. They might be somebody who has a habit of delivering the academic equivalent of boomerposts about kids these days with their coddling and their trigger warnings and their genders. They might be some principled “free speech” type who seems to spend a lot of their energy white knighting for neo-Nazis and other far-right types. They might be somebody who you’d think would be relatively unobjectionable to leftists but who’s said something that can be uncharitably interpreted as bigoted at some point. Besides raw factionalism, the obvious common point is something that can be reasonably interpreted as a defense of hierarchy. The “race realist” at least implicitly says “some groups are smarter or otherwise better than others and may therefore be rightfully deserving of privilege.” The business libertarian economist at least implicitly says “if you’re poor because you can’t get a job or can’t get a job that pays well, that’s basically your problem and the system working as intended; a society with great inequalities of wealth and status may not be ideal but it’s at least better than all the realistic alternatives.” The academic boomerposter at least implicitly says “some people struggle in our education system because of personal emotional sensitivities; their weakness is their own problem and us more functional people have no obligation to accommodate it, if that harms them it may be regrettable but it’s basically the system working as it should to weed out those unfit for it.” The principled free speech proponent at least implicitly says “wanting to kill the Jews and re-enslave the blacks and have white Sharia should be a tolerated opinion in our society, at least insofar as it should not be legally persecuted, and I am willing to devote considerable efforts to defending that principle.” The basically unobjectionable liberal who happens to have a dodgy comment or three in their social media record at least implicitly says “I don’t think I should get too much blowback for once implying that [insert group of concern here] maybe deserves the jackboot to the face.”

And sure, you can dispute the fairness of such judgements, but the over-arching project outlined by these targets seems fairly obvious: to raise the social costs of what leftists perceive as defending pecking orders.

And, like, yeah, there’s some meta-level differences about the role of tolerance and debate too, but I suspect a lot of the disagreement is really more object-level, over how objectionable certain opinions actually are, e.g. a lot of the dispute over “cancelling” the business libertarian guy is probably going to be over 1) how objectionable defense of hierarchy actually is, 2) whether libertarian beliefs are actually defenses of hierarchy.

[yanderes-galore]

Short/one shot w/ Moira from Overwatch, platonic/romantic or just platonic: Moira needs a new lab rat so she hosts a "vaccine clinic" as a front to find/kidnap one, and darling is just *perfect* for the role! And hmm, darling seems to having a reaction to the "vaccine", they should come to the back room with Moira, surely it's nothing that can't be fixed with a little medical attention... - 🧪

Sure! Kept the pairing vague for this once I got to properly read the request 😅

Doctor Says

Yandere! Moira Short

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Drugging, Kidnapping, Human experimentation, Manipulation, Implied Stockholm syndrome, Forced/Dubious companionship, Sadism, Dehumanization, Degrading behavior.

To continue her work... Moira realized she needed more test subjects. She's worked on animals, she's worked on herself, she's even worked on some humans. Yet her thirst for knowledge is... never-ending.

This is what started the "vaccine clinic". Despite her just being a geneticist and not a licensed medical doctor, she still managed to make a fake vaccine clinic work with help from Talon. This was how she planned to get a wide range of subjects.

The plan was easy enough. She fills a few syringes with anesthesia, convinces a few people that they're having a reaction, and do what she wishes with them. People who came into the "clinic" varied in size, gender, and age.

But amongst the crowd of her chosen subjects... she found you.

At first she thought she has enough subjects already. Her plan was working and she managed to convince about five to be under her care. Then she saw you... someone she felt would be perfect... some she just had to have.

You looked at her with so much trust. You wanted to try the new vaccine. However, Moira didn't feel bad when she injected you with the drug.

"Dear, you look sick..." Moira coos in a worried tone, rehearsed perfectly as she had said it for all the rest. "Why don't you sit down?"

Just like that, you're out like a light...

and at her mercy.

While Moira was intrigued by you at first, she treats you like all the other patients. Your encounters with her usually involve experiments. Sometimes there's pain... sometimes you're too drugged up to notice.

You can't speak much for the other "patients" as you have never seen them. Moira keeps you in a separate room and she's the only one to ever see you. You ask her if there's other doctors... she says nothing.

Once the first few experiments take place is when you realize you've been trapped. By the time you feel pain and are told you have a disease you had no idea you had, you know you're being lied to. You've been tricked...

Now you're forced to endure Moira's twisted ideals.

Moira was never a person known for her empathy. To her, the sacrifices you and others are giving will help humanity move forward. All that matters are results.

Yet Moira will admit she's gotten... attached to you as experiments go on.

To you, time is irrelevant. You have no idea where you are. There's no visible clocks, only bleak walls and a dull pain in your body. Along with the drugs often being coursed through your blood to make the experiments easier... you are never performing at your full potential.

All that you get to see is Moira, your "doctor". At first you hated her, you despised what she's done to you. You doubt you're even fully human anymore.

Yet now... she's really all you have. When conducting experiments she reassures you she's making you better. You don't believe it, especially with the discoloration of your skin. Despite your distrust she's the only comfort you have.

In fact, you start to lean into her. You admit she's the only contact you've had in who knows how long. Moira's reaction to this was rather... neutral.

Although later on Moira began to feed into this. After a test is ran she praises you and gives positive encouragement. In fact... you're treated not as a human, but as a pet.

Unexpectedly... you're living for it.

You lean into her touches and allow her to do as she pleases. Your "doctor" appears pleased at her developments. Not only do you yield promising results...

But now she has a little pet... a lab rat to test and reward.

You looking forward to seeing her was a change she didn't know she wanted. To see you eagerly wait for her in your testing clothes like a dog waiting for their owner was... cute. Out of all her subjects... you were the favorite.

It gets to the point even when she greets you she compliments you and asks how you are. She wasn't expecting to be so attached to you. Yet now she can't imagine parting from you.

At this point... she may not even need the other subjects. She's fine with just you. Only because you're so compliant.

You listen to every order. Every little thing she tells you, you obey. It's what the doctor says, right?

Moira feels accomplished when she finds and "trains" you. You're the perfect lab rat. The best part?

She gets to keep you all to herself.

Her little experiment... one that listens to every order she gives.

[dastardlydandelion]

what fic ideas are you MOST EXCITED to write (hopefully. maybe. if we're lucky) for Fear Street? what ideas do you want to see, but don't feel up to writing for one reason or another i.e. too much research involved, not the right genre for you, etc.

ahhhh!!! shiit, dude. i'm gonna answer this under the cut bc some of it's nasty, ngl.

i would rly like to write the ruby movie u know we're prolly not gonna get but ngl, that would defo take a shit ton of research. that would take me forever and i am already buried in wip.

obvi i'm only attached to like 10 versions where both berman sisters survive. that's already been written a couple times tho. i'm p busy rn so i haven't read those fics yet, but oof!! they're defo on my list!!!! i'd be p excited to write that if i had a version that was distinct enough...which ig i'll know after i read the existing ones.

ziggy getting killed by ruby. u know me and my gory sensibilities. i also think it'd be a neat angle, since another user on here pointed out, she's p close with ruby's mom.

pre-1978 cindy/alice having a rly mean and brutal argument that evolves into angry + angsty sex.

ziggy/sheila gritted teeth enemies to lovers where they team up against nick, torture him to death, and then have passionate sex on top of his dead body. it's gross, yes, i'm a gorror fan, i am gross sometimes. i'm thinking in this 'verse somehow ziggy figures out it was nick summoning the devil and this time, sheila's ass is actually grateful that ziggy saves her. she body worships ziggy during sex and submits to some srs spanking and erotic sadism to apologize for being a bully. this fic would be total porn. nothin deep, just porn for porn's sake.

super angsty fic where one berman sister has to kill the other. i'm thinkin they both survived nightwing 1978 where tommy is still the killer but later, after being rejected by ziggy, nick purposefully picks cindy's name to hurt her. soo cindy gets possessed and ziggy gotta kill her. maybe resuscitation is successful tho, soo no bummer ending? idk. i have a couple different versions in my brain. i'm not *usually* one for downer endings, but also, grief oriented horror resonate big w me, so.

lighter platonic fic of ziggy + nurse lane bonding. ziggy venting her frustrations of being ignored and snubbed by her older sister and bullied by her peers. mary finding solace in the company of a young girl bc her own is gone and her grieving process is complicated by the circumstances.

day in the life of martin at work. housekeeping and custodian-ing are not identical and his position involves more maintenance work than mine (not that mine has none, esp not at my old place where they p much called me for any maintenance nonsense whenevs the actual maintenance guy was ??? well idfk where he was, i stg that guy was hungover half the time) but it's p similar in certain aspects and i 10/10 guarantee that man has seen some shit. literally. martin hanging out with ziggy after long day at work, maybe they go dance on nick's grave or smth.

yes, i keep returning to the idea of alice being the killer in nightwing and running wild with a chainsaw. i just. see it. and yk me, i love my gory messes. chainsaw camp slasher = big bloody mess.

hmm...not much for deena or sam in my mind rn, so u'd think that means i don't like them but it's honestly just the opposite?? i love them and their story was so perfectly done in the canon proper that i don't feel any need to add onto it or explore it from another angle, or alter it for my own purposes. tbvh i feel fully satisfied with their narrative in canon in such a way it brings me inner peace...but if i think long enough, i'm sure i'll come up with some kinda au for them i'd be interested in.

whew!! what one am i *most* excited for? pervy me rly wants the alice/cindy idea, sensible me would be excited to write the 1978 sequel where cindy's the next killer. in an ideal world where i already knew more abt errday life in the 60s and didn't have a guaranteed 10+ hrs of research before proceeding, i'd be most excited abt writing ruby lane's possession. but at present the sheer amnt of research that would take me when i've already got much other work and the tory + max werewolf fic a perfect but demanding undertaking, like...oof. i can't rn.

[ryttu3k]

Sascha -- ✿, ☠, ☆, Beckett -- ☾, ▼, ♥, Aila -- ☆, ♡, ♦

Beckett:

☾ - sleep headcanon

On the road, he’ll always sleep with his diary tucked under his arm, or against his body in some way. (Supported by BJD, too.) It’s not just for security, it’s also kind of a comfort having all that history and all those memories close at hand.

▼ - childhood headcanon

Was a kid during the Great Plague of London. So that was fun. Oxford was more or less insulated (it was where Charles II and his family fled to), but the paranoia and fear that, any moment, stinking death would arrive was pretty formative (it did get pretty close). Add in that there was an unusually bright comet seen shortly before the plague struck, and a fire in 1671, and by the time he was in his teens, he was cynical and sarcastic, distrustful of religious proclamations about the apocalypse because it had been rough but they had survived, and desperate to learn more about the world so he could try to work out what the hell his place in it was.

♥ - family headcanon

Didn’t know his father well, one reason why he sort of glommed on to Aristotle as his new dad. He was decently close to his mother and siblings, and as the eldest child, did his best to try to support them, even if his chosen field of scholarship wouldn’t necessarily, uh, pay a lot. But the intention was there!

Aila:

☆ - happy headcanon

Aila, when happy, tends to close her eyes more (she’s usually very on-guard and closing her eyes is a sign she’s relaxed) and hums a lot. Basically making noise and shutting down other senses. Means she trusts whoever she’s around.

♡ - romantic headcanon

Very physically demonstrative. Like if she’s into you, she shows it - leaning on them, resting her head on their shoulder, little touches, stuff like that. It’s also comforting for her too, so like she might just attach herself to someone if she’s having a depressive episode. Gets very touch-starved when she’s not involved with someone.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

GOTTA GO FAST. Basically an adrenaline junkie and loves new things. Probably used to go drag racing, go on rollercoasters, stuff like that. Also, rebellion... like crashing a plane then making out with her boyfriend in some ruins. She does get an adrenaline kick out of fighting, yeah, but her real enjoyment is nyoom. Used a lot of Celerity.

Sascha:

☆ - happy headcanon

...rare, for the time between 1234 and 2006-ish XD;; Still, even then they got a lot of enjoyment out of books and writing in general. Mostly nonfiction - history, geography, learning the shape of a land and the people there - but they have had their moments getting into fiction.

They may have got into Animorphs. Intriguing cover art, fascinating portrayal of youth involved in war. Not bad for juvenile kine fiction!

Gonna put the other two under a cut, TW for trauma, consent issues, sadism, and mention of torture, because Sascha is a Mess(tm).

✿ - Sex headcanon

Since the nature of their trauma was that it was very apparently soft and affectionate except that they weren’t able to actually consent, they actually prefer it rough, either giving or receiving - if the latter, they don’t necessarily see it as submitting as almost a conflict, and they’d find it more disturbing if someone was actively being loving and affectionate with them than being rough. They do have a softer side, but the softer stuff is only reserved for those they trust unconditionally, so... Ilias and eventually Beckett, which is when they actually let down their guard.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

With the Dracon, their emotions were pretty blunted. So there was plenty of violence, but not necessarily with anger behind it. Which is, uh, not ideal because it means Dracon!Sascha was very very in control and deliberate. I strongly feel that the Dracon’s anger and resentment combined with Sascha’s own curiosity and intellect and sort of... turned into someone who was like, “If I do this to that nerve, how much pain will they feel?”

Post-Dracon, they’ve lost the Dracon’s outright sadism and resentment, but also the emotional blunting. They’ve essentially emotionally regressed back to how they were in 1234, so those emotions, anger included, are a lot more evident. So, more likely to lash out, but also more likely to go, “Wait, that was fucked up” (I mean, unless it was justifiable anger, hi, Symeon, you’re getting eaten) and to fix whatever they broke XD;;

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(NSFW) Hi! Do you think one of you could tell me the difference between a fetish, a preference, a kink, etc (if there are other terms, then those too please)? Also, are there any kinks/fetishes/preferences that are bad? I think I may have something where I am fetishizing a group of people and I feel very guilty and bad about it. It is private, just for my fantasies, but still it upsets me. Thank you!

That’s probably gonna end up being a long answer. I’ll try my best to be coherent but I guess it’s best I just write what comes to mind and if you have any more questions just send another message.

Usually a fetish is considered something that a person finds sexually arousing that is not a primary or secondary sex organ (genitals and breasts). By that definition for example you get things like “foot fetish”. Feet are not considered sexual body parts by most people and they certainly aren’t reproductive organs but for some people they trigger sexual arousal. Other people have fetishes for certain materials like rubber and find the texture of that arousing so they may dress up in latex suits. Depending on how tight or loose someone’s definition of “fetish” is they’d also group any kind of attraction to certain clothing as a fetish. How many people find nylon stockings or tuxedos or high-heels arousing? A fuck ton of people! There’s no real reason why they would evolutionary be attracted to that but it is still a common thing and if you define “fetish” as any sexual interest in features that are not sex organs then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ well... fetishes they are.

Some interpretations go as far as sorting the use of any kind of sex toy (even just a good ol’ dildo) into fetishism/kink because it’s ~sexual gratification with the use of an object~. I find that interpretation rather extreme but alas, it’s one way to look at it.

Now, why do some people have fetishes and kinks? Pfff... science pretty much has shown that to a certain degree fetishes are a very common variance in human sexuality and often develop in childhood. Either at random or through some formative experience.

There’s often the idea that kinks (especially kinks in the BDSM corner - more on that later) are always born out of trauma but that’s a misconception. Though that can sometimes be the case it doesn’t have to be. That “formative experience” which manifests in a kink can mean anything and doesn’t have to be traumatic. And whatever the reason may be for someone’s fetish/kink - there is hardly anything that is “inherently unhealthy”. There are healthy ways to engage in kink and unhealthy ones. And for some people kink is actually a way to work through a trauma.

If you want to know if there is actually a difference between the terms “fetish” and “kink” then I’d say it’s just a slight nuance. In my personal observation and experience I’d say “kink” is a wider term that can encompass anything that is not strictly vanilla genital stimulation. So that means: fetishes about certain body parts, textiles, places; role play in one way or another; BDSM ---- all of that falls under the term “kink”.

and for clarification: “vanilla” is a term to refer to sex that does not involve any kink. so you could say “vanilla” and “kinky” are opposites.

BDSM stands for bondage/discipline - Dominant/submissive - sadism/masochism. That is itself a very large field and not everyone who is into BDSM is into all of those letters. For example one might be into role play that involves dominance and submission but doesn’t like bondage. And the closer you look at it the more individual it may become. Someone who likes pain play might (probably!) not like every kind of pain. That’s why open and clear communication along with informed consent are the biggest rules in healthy kink and BDSM. It is common to agree on safe words and signs or to even discuss beforehand exactly what you want to do with your partner.

Now, I’d say to a certain degree even vanilla people might prefer either taking a more dominant role or a more submissive role during sex. But that’s usually a smaller nuance than it would be during a BDSM session. And note that not every kinky person always has kinky sex. In my opinion this is also a spectrum. How many people have tried fluffy handcuffs but wouldn’t particularily call themselves members of the BDSM community because of that? And I know that sometimes there can still be kinky vibes in the dynamic with a partner even when you don’t feel like getting out the whip collection every time.

For many kinksters this isn’t just “a way to have sex”. Many of us consider it part of our sexual identity just like one’s sexual orientation. Like: just like I cannot imagine not being bisexual, I also cannot imagine not being kinky. That’s not a choice I made but so deeply woven into my sexuality that I can’t just switch it off permanently. Not all but a lot of kinksters feel a similar way.

God, I am going on a tangent here and I really also want to get into this "guilt” that you say you have for your fantasies. Now, I don’t know what those fantasies are and you don’t have to tell me. But it is very important that you know that fantasies can hurt no one. They are in your head and nothing more. So whatever is going on there it is safe up there in your head.

Of course, if it upsets you that you have those fantasies (which may or may not be considered kinky) - try finding out where that guilt is coming from. Do you maybe experience sexual shame in general? Kink is often somehow seen as ~more sexual~ than vanilla sex which is bullshit. If anything it’s just a different kind of sexual. But still, if you aren’t really comfortable with sexuality in general (maybe bc of a conservative or religious upbringing) then obviously you’d feel even more shameful about sex acts that seem taboo or unconventional.

There is also a lot of kink-negativity on tumblr (and in certain brands of feminism and in mainstream media) so for a lot of kinky people it takes time and effort to embrace their fantasies as they are and be comfy with them - ideally to the point where they can realise them in a fulfilling way. And lack of knowledge can often make it difficult to understand one’s own fantasies and communicate those needs so in order to have a fulfillling sexuality it is vital that you educate yourself further and learn to be able to talk about these things.

Above I said that there is hardly anything that’s inherently unhealthy/toxic and I truly mean it - as long as your partner(s) consent and you all are aware of the possible risks then have fun! Of course it sucks to experience sexual shame or kink shame but you aren’t doing any harm by engaging in kink with someone who has consented to being part of that and you both take the necessary precautions to reduce potential risks. (Note: there are kinks that can never be risk free. if you wanna spank your partner there is a likely risk they’ll end up with bruises. but that doesn’t make the act of consensual spanking bad or abusive or whatever. many things in life are risky and people still consent to them willingly and enthusiastically. sports is the best example.)

You say you might “fetishise a group of people” and that could really mean anything so I can’t get into much detail when talking about that. There’s some things like oversexualisation of people of colour for example where it can definitly be a racist “fetish” that white people like to get off to because it seems ~exotic~. I would argue that that’s not a “fetish” though and the word “fetishisation” is often misused and overused, especially on tumblr. There is nothing inherently immoral to be attracted to certain physical features or to find someone attractive who belongs to a group of people (marginalised or not). However, there is a respectful way to deal with that and a disrespectful way. If you dehumanise that group to the point where you don’t give a fuck about the individual then that is very shitty. But I get the feeling that’s not the case here with you. Or... I don’t know. Can’t really know what’s going on without knowing more details.

I don’t know if I helped you in any way or opened up the floodgates for more questions. Again, feel free to ask further. You can also message me directly via my personal blog @apicturewithasmile because some things are better discussed and explained in a dialogue.

Maddie