#it was cruel. but also. this old ass bitch is the reason i had to leave my full time health insured job so.

[thewingedwolf]

been almost exactly two years since i was accused of misandry and heterosexism for saying "I prefer reading about women in romances" when asked what kind of romance books i like to read by some ex military fuckhead crybaby who got fired a few months later because as it turns out, just because you throw the undesirable latino under the bus, doesn't mean the white folks up on high are going to take your side when you're in the right lmao!!!!!!!!!

[majosullivan]

Castle Swimmer Dashboard Simulator 2

🔄 gay-ass-seagrass reblogged sandyshells

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Threre are ha;ir thi eves haeving sex ;;; in my castsle’swalls sned help

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There are hair thieves having sex in our walls and now I’m getting fucking HECKLED

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This has to be the funniest reason I seen for accusing a post for being fake cause like…it implies that they thought it is simply impossible for anyone here to be the same age or have similar usernames imao

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I can’t believe that out of all things, I’m being accused of lying about my castle having hair thieves infestation. I don’t think some of you guys understand just how much of a nightmare it is t;o ha e (32$$:?2 s)3$:!/@“/ svehiwsjlajwvdbk

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Op? Op are you good?

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The hair thieves fucking got them

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Head of the Guards: Oh hey, you guys are back early-

Guard: God Mouth’s haunted

Head of the Guards: What?

Guard: [grabbing a leister and heading back out the castle] God Mouth’s haunted

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There are three evil witches from the dark sea traveling through the Purple Peaks? Damn, are they single?

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As a mer with any basic morals, what mini gods are capable of is terrifying. I have heard so many stories about poor castles being cursed because they defend themselves from an unprovoked attack from a minigod. No creature should have the ability to damn someone or a whole castle to a cruel fate because they defended themselves or an offence out of their control.

However, as a petty bitch-

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You. You Get It

#LISTEN #I’m not SAYING that if I had mini god destructive powers I would use them constantly for petty shit #I am simply putting it out there that the temptation would possibly pass my mind

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What if we k-kissed at the bottom of the god mouth 🥺👉👈 and we were both girls 😳

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A list of things that I have learnt about/was told by the thirteen year old boy that has recently been staying at our castle with his mother (with every single thing being confirmed as being true):

-His mother threatened the leaders from their original castle that she would cut off their HEADS if they ever came near her son again cause they were treat him like shit. It should be mentioned that she said this TO THEIR FACES in front of THE ENTIRE CASTLE

-His first sword fighting pupil is a cursed prince (from what I’ve heard from his mother, his pupil is basically a big brother to him now)

-Also, his first pupil happens to be the beacon’s BOYFRIEND???

-AND HIS PUPIL IS FRIENDS WITH TWO OF OUR RULERS HERE, ONE OF WHICH IS MY OWN QUEEN???

-He could probably beat every guard at my castle in a fight

-He has broken a grown man’s arm so badly it popped in the other direction because he made fun of him and his pupil

-His mother was almost kidnapped by a giant trench monster in the God Mouth

-He stabbed said trench monster in the eye to save his mother

-He has recently fought an evil witch

-Him and his mother have also recently met the beacon

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Love seeing everyone’s priorities

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okay but can someone tell me what is up with petrified pufferfishes? i swear, every time I plan for a trip, without fail, someone wanting to help me with supplies will give me one of these stupid little guys and just. Refuse to elaborate further

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You fool. You halfwit. A senseless sentiment from a simple-minded stooge. Your denial of me will bring forth your downfall. Your ignorance will wrap you in the garments of your rising. What will you have when you’re buried in the sand, choking on your own blood and no merciful god to hear your pleads?

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feel like my skeleton is about to jump out of my god damn skin, what the actual FUCK does this mean???

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The Surface God released me into the wild and now they’re hunting me for sport

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Of course you have an unending sense of dread as you desperately cling to a prophecy that could never be fulfilled. and pronouns

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Easy site

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Oh the things I would give up to live the rest of my life as a little sponge. Bouncing around all day. Not a single thought ever going on behind those eyes. The ideal existence

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The Purple Peaks

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rip to everyone who died while trying to swim to the surface but I’m different

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if I wanted to reach the surface, I would simply just swim straight up until I got there

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you know what i’m gonna start swimming up there right now

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Do we still talk about that giant mini god crab that was destroying the Purple Peaks and making it basically impossible for castles to live peacefully there? Like whatever happened with that?

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The beacon completed the crab’s prophecy and turned him back to normal so things are chill now

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What’s not clicking?

#you know who does click though? #the crabs #bunch of funky little guys

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[rosie-kairi]

I just want to say that it's really cruel (Genius) to give Ven a baby pokemon that evolves through friendship and is considered a 'weak' pokemon at the start, that most people box.

I know you said you wouldn't explain, but maybe a small ramble of the choices on their teams?

Hi!! Hello!! I'd be very happy to explain some of the teams for you!! Me saying "I will not explain" really just means that I won't explain unless prompted. So It's really just an invitation to ask me about stuff lol.

Ok, let's start with Ven's team.

For the more straight forward/less thematic ones, I chose Archeops because it's a fossil pokemon and Ventus is like a thousand years old, and Altaria because it's a more cutesy bird pokemon that I think he'd enjoy :))

Togekiss is pretty much the reason you said. Togepi starts out all but useless, but becomes stronger through the bond it forms with it's trainer. Ven has a very negative self-image of himself and only overcomes that once he forms bonds with actual people and not with intangible beings of darkness.

The three ghosts- Mimikyu, Zorua, and Banette- were chosen for about the same reasons. Banette was chosen due to the themes of abandonment prevelent in all of it's dex entries, as well as the toy vibes reminding me of a vessel and how Ven was essentially Darkness's own little puppet. Mimikyu and Zorua go hand in hand together- they're both not what they appear to be initially. Mimikyu wears it's disguise to get people to like it because of a desperation for companionship. Zorua is an illusionist who disguises itself to get revenge on those who wronged it- and I think Ven should get to go a little ham, as a treat.

The others don't really have as in-depth explanations so they'll go under the cut:

Ephemer:

Galarian Rapidash and Clefable were chosen for the fairytale vibes, and how the chi saga takes place in the Age of Fairytales.

Arcanine, Audino, and Goodra are all very loyal and friendly pokemon- just like Ephemer himself! Also, I had an Arcanine in my Black 2 playthrough that I named Ephemer, he was my mvp, so I'm a bit biased towrads that relation lol.

Then, Aegislash is a mix of both reasons, AND because Aegislash is said to have chosen kings and rulers in the ancient past, and Ephemer founded Scala!

Skuld:

These were all chosen almost entirely on vibes. Corviknight and Staraptor are both cool looking birds that I thing Skuld would greatly appreciate (also, similar to Ephemer, I named them after Skuld in two separate playthroughs lol).

Gothitelle and Absol can both predict the future/disasters, and Skuld in Norse mythos is a norn- in the most simply of ways, the norse equivalent of the Greek fates. Froslass and Tinkaton are mostly there for aesthetic reasons, also I think they're cool sue me.

Brain:

The most straightforward. Computer/sci-fi related. Cool hats. Intimidating vibes. His Chirithy.

Lauriam:

Pretty plant pokemon, all heavily associated with gracefulness and the like. Scolipede is there because it's kinda like Marluxia to me, I can't really explain that any better than that though. So do with it what you will.

Strelitzia:

Cute fairy types!! A Whimsicott to match her brother! Floragato to represent her Chirithy. Musharna's there to kinda represent her dreams of helping Player, it just fits her imo.

And then there's Trevenant. Who evolves from Phantump, a pokemon said to be created from the souls of children who got lost in the forest and died. Yeah.

Elrena:

Electric types (duh), Boss-ass bitches, and general coolness.

[scriptnoir]

BITING THE HAND THAT CHOKES YOU.

renfro's a different kind of cruel. max hates that it's what she needs right now.

pairing. elizabeth renfro x max guevara/x5-452 (dark angel)

length. 4.5k

themes. smut, age gap, power dynamics, max's gay awakening somehow, renfro is fucked up

author's note. i regret nothing, you all can kiss my ASS!!!! (i do regret that i barely edited.) also first dark angel fic. please read, their height difference is doing things to my brain. also the obvious fucked up shit they got going on. also on ao3 if you care . . .

ao3

My name is Max.

That’s all Max could think. She was Max Guevara, nineteen years old. She worked as a bike messenger, delivery rider, whatever you called it, at Jam Pony. She had friends - OC, Herbal, Sketchy on a good day - and interests like any normal human being. 

Manticore made it hard to remember that. 

She stared into the distance, like she had practiced. It had been months of torture, frustration, fucking humiliation. Not everything was the same in this place but the memories swept back in that cruel way, washing over her, seizing her nerves and keeping her face in her hands. 

The last time she was here, she was barely ten. Now she had returned - returned to  the place she fought everyday to forget and fight. 

If one day she were so lucky to die, she would remember this moment. She’d remember every horrible detail - scent, emotion, temperature - and be so very glad she was going.

Elizabeth Renfro checked her watch. “Code and report?”

As if the bitch would ever forget.

“X5-452, successful copulation, Ma’am!” she yelled. 

My name is Max. 

Her hair had gotten thinner and longer. The blue shirt fit her loosely now. For months she hadn’t seen the friends who thought she was dead - out there the gist was Manticore finally brought down their finest, Normal losing another employee (not that he’d care.) But whatever happened to her, she was still Max.

Renfro knew it, too. She wasn’t dumb - the small teen’s brown eyes remained strong and defiant. The only thing that wasn’t like her was everything else. The military responses, the staunch obedience . . . she had figured Max out a long time ago, and she wasn’t this.

The woman’s heels extended and forged a path around her. She knew how she was made: built yo sense everything and anything. So she was sure she felt her eyes on her, even with her back turned. Let her feel them. Wasn’t she used to it? No one could blame her. 452 was easy on the eyes. All of that genetic makeup created a slim girl with the littlest waist and bee-stung lips, all of which she would have found more delectable had she not spouted lies and lies and lies.

But she could forgive an ugly little sin from a pretty little girl.

Still.

“Don’t you get tired of pretending?” sighed Renfro. “You’ve been here a while. I don’t imagine it’s a lot of fun.”

Slow blurs of the black suit and platinum hair circled her. Max squirmed. No matter how far out she looked, the Bride of Satan remained and promised to bring her hell. She could hear her steely voice; the click of her heels; the vibration in her words. Max was prey counting her final minutes. 

Her life flashed before her eyes. Coming into the real world, frightened and shivering in the snow. The only father she ever had prowling her new home. And - take the bad with the good: laughing with Original Cindy at the bar and pretending to her core that she didn’t feel anything about Logan. Even the pining she missed, and now it was her little coping mechanism.

Funny how she tried to avoid it.

Max didn’t reply. She looked straight into the wall of Renfro’s office, shoulders straight and jaw tight. They wanted a soldier? She’d give them one. This is what they trained her to be after all. The need for a weapon was the only reason she was here. So, she was going to stand emotionlessly and not say a single word. She had no feelings, no identity, nothing.

She couldn’t keep lying to herself when her heart thundered in her chest. Zack’s heart. The thought made her want to burst into tears. Suddenly Max’s throat felt jammed. God, she couldn’t do that here.

Renfro stopped in front of her. Finally. The dizziness was gone but she still felt like she was going to throw up. She sucked in her stomach and forced herself not to blink. There was only the wall and the picture frames to look at. Only the cold to feel. This was just an intrusive horror in her head she had to banish.

Renfro leaned down. “Is it, 452?” she asked softly.

If Max were dumb, she would have believed that her tone was gentle. For a moment, she almost appreciated the lines on her face; the flattering lower of her body so her words were clear. Max thought she saw someone who wasn’t so evil.

And then she saw Tinga bound in the water. She saw Zack barely hanging onto life. She saw how brainwashed the transgenics were here, believing their only purpose was to kill. Even Lydecker - the miserable fuck - was redeemable compared to Renfro. A kinder Madam X was a fantasy never coming to life. 

Yet it was all so sudden when she tamed a strand of hair from the side of Max’s face and, carefully, back behind an all too red ear. 

Max’s eyes widened. Her breath seemed to stop completely. She hadn’t been touched like that in months. Not that she ever was, platonically or romantically - she didn’t have parents and Mr. Eyes Only wasn’t willing to admit he liked her. Fucking coward. The last person she expected that from was the woman who killed and tortured her friends. The woman who would have done that to her too had she not been too important.

Renfro’s fingertips were smooth as they skated along Max’s jawline. With an upward tip of her chin, Max was forced to look at her. Wrinkles embedded the curves of Renfro’s face. Short, white hair propped against a neck Max yearned to see broken. 

She was, however, beautiful. Maybe that’s why the men let her get away with so much. Renfro was beautiful, alright - but dangerous.

Max thought she heard that about herself somewhere, sometime.

“I asked you a question,” pressed Renfro. 

Her eyes bore down on the younger girl. Max wanted to punch her. The bitch was enjoying this. She knew Max had gotten thinner, weaker, needier. She should have predicted she’d take advantage of that, like everything else.

The toughness in her voice was back yet her face - open and vulnerable - gave away everything.

“No, Ma’am.”

Renfro gripped her chin harder. She tried not to feel anything. That was usually easy. She was born to be a weapon. She was born to stand at command and play the gun she didn’t even want to hold. 

“You’re still faking.” 

The sound in Max’s throat barely managed to fold.

Renfro ghosted her mouth over her lips. “I don’t like that.”

But God-

Max’s teeth clenched. This was so wrong, this was so wrong. She wasn’t a girl who sought it out when a woman just perfectly older, perfectly meaner touched her just perfectly right. She wasn’t going to compromise her grudges for Renfro just because she suddenly broke character. 

Shit, she might break character too. Max kept eye contact but her mind ran fast and hard about the thought of dropping the act. She could be a good girl. If she complied, she wouldn’t have to worry about the lack of food or sleep. The transgenic who looked too much like Ben wouldn’t haunt her dreams anymore.

That was what Renfro wanted her to think. She knew every little fantasy she’d written was simply that: a dream that would never come true.

“Or perhaps” - Renfro tilted Max’s head to the side, studying her like a germ under a microscope; she wasn’t two-faced enough to pretend that the girl was nothing if not a genetic mistake - “there’s other things you don’t like. Is 492 not doing it for you?”

“I am trained to fulfill my purpose regardless of my preferences.”

“I told you to drop the act, Max. It’s not flattering.”

Max blinked for the first time in minutes. Renfro had never called her that. She was a number among statistics to her. But the syllables curled in her mouth in such a sweet, poisonous way that a switch turned on.

And she could suddenly feel everything. 

Renfro’s scheming stone-hard eyes on her. The wind filling the large sleeves of her shirt. The sweat on her forehead. The coldness in Renfro’s fingers tangled around her jawline that sparked some kind of feeling in her.

No no . . . And the worst part was she couldn’t blame it on her heat. It wasn’t due for a few more months, but the burning feeling was there. She needed something, somebody - and the only one here was Renfro.

She hardened her face. Over her dead body.

“You know what my theory is?” Renfro smirked, thin painted lip pulling to one side. Max’s legs trembled under the camouflage pants. “We ought to put a woman in that cell. Someone who can handle you. Someone who bites back. Maybe boys aren’t your thing, huh?”

Max abruptly forgot to play her role. Her eyes were large. “It’s- I’m not-” 

“There must be a reason why you refuse to copulate with 494, all those false reports.”

For a woman so smart . . . 

Max seized Renfro’s hand from her face and yanked it away. The engineered strength almost broke her wrist. She didn’t care. She needed her as far away as possible. She thought she was strong enough to chew what they dished out. The starving; the pain; the humiliation. 

But it turned out she was just like the rest of the prisoners: desperate and deluded.

Disgust tasted bitter in her mouth. She couldn’t believe she was actually considering surrender. All for a head between her legs. This was the lowest she’d ever gone.

The reward for her outburst was the shock painting Renfro’s face. Dark eyeshadow framed the silent scream in those cruel eyes. Max could live off it forever.

“I think having to be a damn breeder’s dog is one.” She allowed a little squeeze on a fragile tendon. Just enough to hurt but not actually break it. “But that’s my own theory.”

She choked the captured limb tighter. She could change her mind, actually; let herself crush skin and bone and let bleed blood and bile. A fractured wrist wouldn’t equal to the torture she’d been through. 

Her eyes scoured over Renfro - matter of fact, Max thought, she deserved a bruise for every little pain, every little tear she cried at night. One punch in the chin for daring to hold her like she was a child. A kick in the stomach for the emptiness in her own. A knife through her chest for keeping her brother alive through her in the worst way possible. 

But she wasn’t like that.

Max swallowed a sob and let go. 

“And you seem to forget,” she added, despite of. Her eyes roared with flames. One day this place would burn to the ground and she’d be holding the match. “I could still kill you, and you wouldn’t see it coming until the blood’s drawn.”

Renfro stared at her. Max wished she could see people’s brains clearly, too. Maybe she’d see the wheels churning in Renfro’s head. She would comfort herself with knowing the fear that raged in her permanently fucked up brain . . .

-lasted for approximately three seconds.

Renfro was laughing. No sarcasm or shortness in it. Loud, haughty, terrifying. This was the last time Max ever wanted to see her smile. She was beautiful, but the evil drowned that out. By the time the hysterics heightened in Renfro’s thundering voice, Max was convinced already: this was the stuff of nightmares.

She tried not to throw up. Renfro was a fucking sadist. Each life she ruined was another on her resumé. Every time Max made the slightest move of protest, her smile was unmistakable. The pleasure she got from being this evil was so twisted that Max felt the reality creep up to her:

She was alone. 

Max slowly backed away. For the first time in her life, she couldn’t fight. No one was coming to rescue her. She never felt the need for anyone to do that but all she wanted now was a savior.

“See, that’s what I like about you, Max.” Renfro shook her head fondly. As her laughter died, her smile did, too. “Pretty thing, such a pretty thing - but sharp. Like a ribboned sword.”

Max was shaking. Her mouth was still agape. “You don’t get to say my name.”

“You’d rather you say mine, don’t you?” 

“Son of a b-”

Renfro wove her fingers through the transgenic’s hair and pulled hard. It all happened too fast. It all happened before Max could run. The shock came before her logic and now she was whimpering, bound and tied. She could try and fight, sure, but there were cameras in here. There were soldiers outside that would overpower her with sheer belief that it was their purpose.

She couldn’t escape.

Maybe she didn’t want to.

Renfro’s lips brushed over the pillar of her neck. Her breath was warm and hot, and Max hated that she liked it that way. Liked the way the woman’s fingernails dug into her scalp. Liked the pain that made the tears rise up from the corners of her eyes. God, this wasn’t her. She couldn’t be.

Max closed her eyes as Renfro kissed her. Her tongue flattened behind her ear, then when she least expected it, Renfro bit down hard. Max flinched at how quickly she whined. She wasn’t supposed to like this. 

“Shh,” Renfro whispered. When Max’s whining increased, she soothed a thumb along a blemishless cheek. “It’s alright. I’m simply conducting an experiment.”

Max’s voice failed to stop shaking. “A-An experiment to see if I wanna fuck you? Yeah, let’s see how that turns out.”

“Sure.”

Renfro slipped a hand under her shirt. The tight midriff tensed under her touch. Max was gasping for breath by the time it stopped creeping up her breasts and stayed over her waistband. As if to ask for permission. 

Renfro smiled. “Let’s.”

Max’s head bowed as she drew in a bladed breath. She was frozen but her hips kept rolling down Renfro’s fingers. Suddenly everything about her was too sensitive. Goosebumps popped out from her skin. Her legs squirmed together, trapping Renfro’s hand. God knew the strong thighs prevented her from going anywhere. She was going to use that to her advantage. If Renfro was going to use her, she might as well do it, too.

“Mmm!” Max whined. She shook her head, refusing what her body told her to do. “No, mmm, no, please-” 

She begged herself not to give in. She was smarter than that, wasn’t she? She said it aloud and pushed herself off Renfro but she kept coming back. 

Max’s eyes squeezed up. Renfro was thumbing her covered clit so fast that her knees shuddered. She wanted to fight her off. She knew she could. But Jesus, was it too blissful to think of someone holding her down for once. Ordering her to do this and that. Making her beg.

She hated how Renfro was the first person to ever make her grovel. 

“You sound really beautiful when you beg, Max,” Renfro said. The girl’s wetness transcended past the thin cloth of her underwear. She retrieved her hand and tasted her from her fingertips. “Shame you’re a little rebel.”

“You’re evil. God.”

Renfro smiled, continuing on as if she didn’t hear her: “Nothing I can’t fix.”

The cat in Max wanted to bare her teeth, claw at the woman and tell her to back off. Renfro grabbed her hair again, like an owner seizing the scruff of a kitten’s neck. The anger never melted off her face. Who did Renfro think she was?

“Down.”

Max, hating herself for trembling at the authoritarian tone Renfro used, stuttered, “What?” 

“Down, sweetheart,” she repeated. Renfro tugged a little harder until Max was shoved into the side of the central desk. “On your knees.”

Max glowered. The little pout was strong but she slowly set a weak leg on the ground. Her thin brows arched with hatred at Renfro’s deepening smile. 

Renfro, for one, liked how despite it all, Max maintained eye contact. She could handle the glare of a defenseless girl itching for the slightest touch. She slipped her knuckles through the night-dark hair and pulled her south.

“That’s it,” she coaxed. Massaging the aching scalp, Renfro’s sigh of satisfaction made Max want to beg again. “Good girl.”

Max gulped. She knew what to do. Her greedy hands tore at the button of those trousers. The fabric slid down Renfro’s surprisingly long and smooth legs. As if there wasn’t enough drool in her open mouth. 

She got those panties out of the way and wasn’t disappointed. Knowing that Renfro, who tortured and imprisoned her, was wet from controlling her . . . she didn’t know if she should be revolted or turned on. 

Her moral dilemma reached its deadline. Renfro grew impatient. She always did: waiting for Max to be desperate and finally fuck that soldier boy stud. Waiting on her reports. It didn’t help that those large brown eyes looked incredibly innocent, as if she didn’t know what to do. Or that her lips looked swollen and needy waiting for something to quench her thirst.

She wasn’t sorry for how hard she shoved Max’s skull into the table. She wasn’t sorry for pushing her cunt onto her mouth. Renfro had never felt apologetic in her life, and this wasn’t going to be the first time.

Max growled. Her tongue opened Renfro up and the juices spilled limitlessly. Renfro was sure she was going to lose it - those lips felt as good as they looked. Just the mere brush of them against her clit impulsed her to grind harder into the girl’s face. What more when they hollowed around and suckled?

“Would you look at that. I figured you swung the other way too.”

Renfro’s nails dug into her scalp. Max tried to breathe but the taste intoxicated her again. She kept coming back. She was starved for more and for nothing, burying her face into Renfro’s center as if to drain her. Each time she got a little taste of heaven.

But Renfro didn’t belong there.

“Oh there you go.” Each insult and praise got Max to eat her out harder. Renfro stroked thr girl’s hair, playing with a stubborn curl that withstood the test of time. “Just made for it, aren’t you? To get on your knees, have your pretty mouth between a woman’s legs?”

The sounds she made, Lord. Max tried not to like it. Why wasn’t it easy? “Shut up,” she gasped, “shut up God, just-”

“You’re smarter than that. You ought to know I can’t when you’re so good at giving me what I want.”

Max shoved three digits inside her and proved her right.

The hiss that came after would have been heavenly to her. Pity she didn’t hear it. Thighs that were stronger than she thought sealed around her and she was sure she was going to die. Renfro rode her messily, getting endless juices on her nose and cheeks. She could smell nothing but the musk that made her dizzyingly thirsty; touch nothing but surprisingly firm flesh; taste nothing but Renfro.

It was sick. She was sick.

And still her fingers kept curling. Her mouth kept working. Her eyes kept tracking Renfro’s orgasmic face. Her ears kept in tune to the sound of Renfro’s drumming heartbeat.

Bliss, yes - but there was pain everywhere. The back of Max’s neck dug into the desk wood. Renfro’s strong fingers maintained a tight hold on her hair. Her jaw ached to death. Hips rolled continuously on her face like waves. The tears filled her eyes as her breath was nowhere to be found.

Renfro released her. She collapsed against the desk, whimpering incessantly. Renfro couldn’t help the rise and tense of her shoulders. The girl knew how to eat pussy. And she had to admit that she looked pretty as she lay there fatigued. There was just the type of woman who was most beautiful with her lips wet and pouty from use. Max fit that category perfectly.

She lowered herself to the ground. Max’s hands shook with the need to wrap themselves around her neck, but she couldn’t do anything. Was she having a seizure? Sort of. Or was she meant to tremble this lightly but warm up this-

Fuck. No, it couldn’t be. 

Max made a noise of protest. Renfro knew. She knew that the heat symptoms were bound to creep up on her. She could’ve had sex with anyone, God - anyone but her. Renfro was out of her damn mind.

So was she.

Renfro smiled. “Got nowhere to run do you?” she asked. 

The piteous words knifed Max’s dignity and pride. It was all her fault. She hugged her legs up to her chest as the throb inside her worsened. She needed someone to touch her. She promised it didn’t have to be Renfro specifically but her body yearned to be pinned under her. She needed it rough, the kind that would make her forget this ever happened. 

“It’s alright,” Renfro said. Her fingers glided along Max’s thigh. “You put up a good fight. But in the end, you just needed to be touched.”

“You’re an evil person. Fuck you.” Max cried tears that mixed with sweat and slick as she came to a realization. “No, just . . . please, fuck me please, fuck me-”

The look on Renfro’s face was the final straw. All that smugness and self-importance made Max lunge at her.

Her legs locked around her. Her fingers tensed under the crop of Renfro’s hair. She could have killed her at that moment. It would all be over. No one would know who broke her down. But the heat tingled in her skin. The throb in her core was too strong. Logan didn’t cross her mind at all when she leaned in and devoured Renfro’s lips.

God, she hated how good it felt. Renfro’s hands were all over her. Under her shirt; around her waist; between her legs - Max nearly came right there when Renfro forced her down on the desk. This was the exact kind of painful all the boy toys hated to do to her. Apparently she was too pretty or whatever. Too intimidating. 

Max bit down on Renfro’s slim lip, a little reminder of what she could do. Maybe it was a reminder for herself, too. 

She could taste blood. It was the most delicious thing she’d had in months. 

Renfro hissed and pulled her off. Red drooled down her chin. She turned Max around and drove her face into the wood, squeezing up those perfect features and somehow making them imperfect. Max gasped for air.

“Shameless. Always trying to fight back, always trying to be trouble.”

Max didn’t realize her pants were off until she felt the sting on her ass. Her shrill cry only brought forth another unconstrained spank.  

“When will you realize you can’t win, 452?”  Renfro asked. She abused the soft flesh, hitting and tearing and squeezing, until Max’s throat burned from yelling. “No matter where you go, you’ll forever belong here, right at home.”

Max panted and sobbed. Her sweat made a puddle on the desk. Renfro’s monotone words rang true in her head. She barely fit in the real world. It was simply not made to be her home. She was manufactured to wage war against it until a bullet made her a flowerless corpse. Only then would it be her home: an unmarked spot in the earth.

Max sniffled. Here was her home in Renfro’s office, where they kissed and bit each other until they felt alive for once. This was forever unless she took a stand.

“Doesn’t mean I won’t try,” she whispered.

Her scream betrayed her promises once Renfro entered her. Four fingers swiftly moved into her, not giving her time to accommodate them. Renfro spared no mercy at all. She had Max crying and arching with just the curl of her wrist. She owned this girl, like she did so many others.

While her right was stone heavy on the transgenic’s back, her other hand was wet and working, drenched in Max and Max only. Max’s quivering pussy was as tight as the rest of her. It was so easy to enjoy breaking her. She got to feel the delicious wetness of her cunt; watch the struggle of her wide hips as they thrashed and fought; hear every raw scream echo knowing they would never haunt her.

“You maniac, fuck, I need-” Max was in heaven while being in hell simultaneously. Renfro knew how to do it perfectly, curving her fingertips right where she liked it and dragging her digits along her walls. “Harder. Almost there.”

“Bet you are,” Renfro hummed along her neck. She eyed the barcode, barely hidden through the mass of black hair - the thing that made her Manticore. Renfro watched it glisten with sweat, watched it distort as Max threw her head back.

But even she didn’t anticipate her teeth sinking into it.

That was when Max screamed. Renfro’s lips caressed her skin as if to comfort her, yet nothing could take away the pain spreading through her skin. Max was sure it wasn’t supposed to feel good either. She tried to tell herself it must be the fingers flicking at her clit or the steady thrusting, but Renfro bit harder and she began to beg again - something she swore to never do. 

Max reeled as she saw white. Her shaking body sent mixed signals, moving away unsuccessfully from Renfro’s touch while whining something like please don’t stop, I’ll be so good just please don’t stop.

And Renfro, for the first time, listened to her. She kissed and touched Max like it was a different setting where the younger girl was just a curious explorer and she helped her out. She gave it to her as hard as she wanted and didn’t want it to be. She lightened her nibble on the seared flesh and breathed her scent in, eyes closed. Max always smelled like petrichor, like she’d been in a storm without a raincoat, and it fit with how she covered her hand with her blissful rain. She liked that. It could’ve been like that.

She ultimately decided she didn’t want it to be. She liked how Max was now. Poor, tiny, vengeful Max pinned under her and submitting to how good she made her feel. Max whose sweat and blood she could taste on the tip of her tongue. Max who whimpered powerlessly when she kept fingering her, whose walls spasmed and shivered as she beckoned out the fight left in her. 

Max who shivered when she said “good girl” and kissed on those pillow lips.

The symptoms didn’t take long before leaving. The horror quickly kicked in. She felt the imprint of Renfro’s teeth on her neck with shaking fingers. She didn’t have to reach down to confirm the mess she made. 

She whipped around, ready to destroy Renfro like she had destroyed her. But it was too late. She realized every strength she nurtured would fail her when it came to hesitation. She was still human after all. Max Guevara would still die if Renfro chose to use the gun pressed hard into her forehead.

[number-0-iz]

MISS SCARLET AND THE DUKE

LIVE REACTIONS

Season 5, episode 6

Detective Phelps: *complains about possibly not becoming inspector*

Thug: Well maybe they just don't like you.

Oliver Fitzroy: HEHE

My man is so pretty when he smiles!😭😭

Also seeing dad ey? The rude, elitist and cruel dad that he can't get on with?

OH NO NOT NEPOTISM.

Dad: *gives a single compliment*

Oliver: YAY PATERNAL LOVE

Dad: You never had any ambition ever since you were a child so take this chance with both hands.

Oliver:

Oh no not Nash being wanted for murder.

OLIVER FITZROY IGNORE PHELPS BEING A DICK (even though it is nepotism), IGNORE YOUR DAD, YOU'RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE.

MR. POTTS COME ON BE NICE.

GO OLIVER, STAND UP FOR YOURSELF, THIS IS AMAZING. DON'T LET THEM DEVALUE YOUR EFFORTS JUST BECAUSE YOUR SHIT ASS DAD IS COMMISSIONER. WOOOOOHOOO. Phelps says he's sensitive but who wouldn't be.

I love you Oliver but maybe you need some more time as a detective.😭 I am loving the development and screentime though.

SCARLETNASH YEEEESSSS!

I mean Phelps reasoning was pretty good so Oliver should have just let him go. But then again, Eliza already had the manifest.

Oliver let me hold you sweetie. Try to do it how you would, not how Wellington would.

Maybe let Phelps handle this one with the dock peeps?

LMAO NOT THAT DUDE STEPPING FORWARD TO BE A SNITCH.

OLIVER KNOCKED DOWN A CRIMINAL WITH A GUN TO HELP PHELPS NOT GET STABBED. That was pretty hot.

Oliver needs to do what he does best. Listen to others and try to balance the scales. Use your amazing and slight funny brain. Sweetie patootie.

Phelps: And try not to shoot yourself!

HOW MANY TIMES DID THAT HAPPEN LMAO

Phelps does have a point in saying that cops do and always should have each others backs and that a thank you isn't always necessary but an unspoken given. I can't believe I am agreeing with this bitch😭. He could stand to be nicer though.

Oliver better not get fucking shot or I will bite people.

Oh Nash has O'Driscoll tied up for the murder of his brother.

DON'T SHOOT HIM NASH

NASH BEING EMOTIONAL.

Eliza: if not for you, then for me.

Nash, emotional:...for you?

OOOH THIS IS GOOD

Eliza: You are not just my business partner. You are my friend.

Someone kill me now.

HE SHOT EAMONN TO SAVE ELIZA.

Ah thank god he shot him in the shoulder.

Hopefully Phelps keeps up this soft spot.

Oliver Fitzroy: You should go home. Get so sleep.

I COULD SAY THE SAME TO YOU.

What do you mean the PI office needs to be closed because his license gets suspended.

Doesn't Eliza have one too?

EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE. IT WILL BE FINE.

I am rattling at the bars of my cage rn.

Nash: I want you to think that I am a good person.

Eliza, jokingly: Oh that could never happen.

Nash, staring dreamily at her: I won't stop trying.

(This is paraphrased btw)

I am going to die alone

NO OLIVER'S GOTtA STAY

OLIVER SAYS NO TO HIS DAD.

I mean Oliver saying that he realises he still has a lot more to learn and that he loves his job as it is is character growth.

Dad: each time I think you cannot disappoint me more and each time you prove me wrong.

Oliver: That is your concern father. Not mine. I no longer care.

HE DID NOT JUST "THAT SOUNDS LIKE A YOU PROBLEM" HIS DAD

ICON. A LITERAL ICON.

I AM SO PROUD OF HIM.

AWW FITZROY RECOMMENDED PHELPS

MY SWEETIE I LOVE YOU

A THANK YOU FROM PHELPS? wooooow.

I love Oliver's little giggle

And I will admit that Phelps is growing on me compared to previous seasons.

Like I said, let's hope he gets a bit of a softspot and grows.

The William flashback 🥲

ELIZA IS BACK AT HER DAD'S OLD OFFICE?

BUT WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER EMPLOYEES?

It better gets put back in order when Nash gets back. I like her being the chief.

THE SEASON ENDING WITH THE SHOT OF HER NAME ON THE OFFICE.

In conclusion, good episode, AND I HOPE FOR MORE SCENES OF ONE DETECTIVE OLIVER FITZROY AND SCARNASH.

[katzirra]

Okay, I'm a chapter from the end but I'll finish on my drive to work tomorrow but GOODNESS.

Like I keep saying; love the development of character thoughts and incentives!! It's nice to see that internal desire to be a better man in Thomas and really REALLY realizing how fucked up stuff is. The unhinging of Lucille more so.

The passage of time is done so well and is something that we don't grasp as nicely in the movie. How long this all would have gone on, how long it would have taken McMichael to get to England actually!! I love that a lot, it's very important to me. It's the biggest flaw of the movie for me; as a movie, we cannot grasp time very well. For all we know each cut is a new day, versus how drawn out days and weeks could be.

The ghosts are interesting, not as vivid an image as the movie, but my favorite is the one from under the bed. I forget which one it is right now unfortunately. I love how there's a narrative of "it watched" around the house, ghosts observing the living tenants.... ahhh

The chain of events and dramatization of events is nice, a bit eh to the original sometimes but narratively it flows nicely. I like the added sort of look in from characters who could be present in the scene in a way but not? Like Edith observing Thomas and Finn outside from the window, seeing his machine succeed. NICE TOUCH.

The desperation of her not wanting to believe her love of her life has done or did what he did and the up and down of that is much more emotional and turmoil ridden than the movie which is nice to experience. Makes me sadder. Though the final send off with them didn't hit....as hard? There's a lot to be had in that last exchange visually with the actors involved imo!! So we lose that. Lucille is much crazier and frenzied in the novel for sure - ALSO NICE NOTE OF THOMAS SEEING THE MANUSCRIPT BURNING AND IT BOTHERING HIM.

Also man!!! MAN!!! I LOVE THOMAS THOUGH. His struggle shit is so good. Him like hating that people see him for a handsome bitch and a lord~ and he's like man, I thought my wife's dad was a great dude and she saw me for my brain AND my huge dick unù

I also just... the novel really made me think more about how much I started wanting them to be able to be happy because I forget so much that her dad was an engineer?? She grew up around all that stuff and jargon!! She'd understand so much that Thomas would talk about or refer to. And as a MODERN WOMAN that's neat because it makes her that much different still....

I think the only thing I'm eh on is how DAZED I feel in this battle at the end? I feel very lost in it for some reason. Like since Thomas has been stabbed something about the pacing is throwing my ass??

I'm gonna back up and listen to the last two chapters and epilogue tomorrow :u

ALSO LIKE OKAY SO THE BIG THING WAS UHH THOMAS' FLASHBACK TO THE DAY THEIR FATHER DIED OR LIKE THE FIRST MAJOR TIME LUCILLE GOT BEATEN... The fucking GASLIGHTING AT 8 YEARS OLD BRO..... BROOOO.

Also like she's a little creep showing him foreimages on books?? LIKE DON'T SHOW HIM THE SEXY IMAGES ON THE BOOKS THAT'S WEIRD DUDE.... LIKE I'M SO.....MMMM. augh???

BUT ALSO ALSO I LOVED GETTING AN IMAGE OF THEIR FATHER HIS DISDAIN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY ESPECIALLY THEIR MOTHER AND LIKE SEEING WHERE LUCILLE WOULD DEVELOP THAT FROM... being cruel and it's learned behaviors from both mother AND father... and also more of Thomas' kind heart and inventing. I love the woman of action and man who just... never knows what to do and feels he can't help ever because his whole life he's been made to feel he can't do anything...

The guilt and gaslightis insane to think about. The it's the least you could do being the foundation of that whole incestuous situation and it just... kept going because of that narrative. If I love my sister, this makes her happy and we just can't be separated etc. INSANE. There was a lot of interesting shit with that one chapter - it packed a PUNCH???

Really good shit. Also like as much as I do love Thomas for a multi faceted little bastard, I love that the book very much is struggling to like stress that... IDK there's a lot of feelings on these characters and how they feel towards eachothet.

I do kinda wish the stabbing scene of Alan was done more emotional or weighted because it's a very well done scene and one of my favorite down strikes in the movie?? The book is very Lucille off the SHITS about it versus like HOW ARE THE MARRIED SHARPES DOIN" FELLAS? NOT GREAT. THERE'S A LOT GOING ON AND THERE'S A LOT OF BAD VIBES. Even Alan like... the author is so funny with him but I'd like to have gotten more flavor text with him there too. I did like the kinda Doctor Brain moment about thinking about organs etc.

I also might have not been paying as much attention at that moment abd might just need to go back a dee chapters tbh :0 we'll aee. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow and reflect better.

VERY GOOD THOUGH. GOSH.

[pestriddencarnivore]

would love to hear some of your dadhaul headcanons.

Oh, Dadhaul is definitely interesting flavour.

I want to preface this by saying; I am honestly the type of person, who doesn't really vibe with AUs that substantially warp the personality of a character to fit the premise. Just not my cup of tea. So if you were asking Dadhaul in the sense of "AU where he genuinely cares about Eri and is a good father to her" then unfortunately I cannot give you that.

I think Kai is terrible with children. I think he doesn't like them a lot either, because they are loud, snotty, still have a lot to learn and frequently act in unpredictable ways. He doesn't understand them and they do not understand him. Not to mention that his capacity to care about people is very limited.

However, with that in mind. I have a very particular flavour I actually quite like. Which is Kai, having no reason like Rewind or others to be cruel to Eri but still being obligated to care for her. So you have this man, who is definitely not suited to care for a child, trying and often being absolutely lost on HOW. I think it would make for quite the comedy tbh.

Anyway, here's some headcanons:

He speaks to Eri like he'd speak to any adult. Which, my Kai, has a tendency to talk too formally, very precise in his words and complicated. Eri often does not understand him, or asks him what his fancy words mean. Eventually she thus picks up his speaking habits and you have this actual six year old using words like "bothersome". He also nitpicks her grammar and pronunciation because baby-talk annoys him. Others often call him out to be mean but that won't stop him.

Education. I think if he actually had an aim of raising Eri he'd be the type of person to think it's very important. He's a smart-ass after all. So Eri should have good grades! Especially in maths and science fields!! Though tbh Kai also has his opinions on the quality of public education; he thinks it leaves much to be desired....

The school is probably terrified of Kai and Eri's teachers wouldn't dare give her bad grades because they fear the resting-bitch-face Yakuza guy would murder them all.

Kai would probably also raise her into becoming another high ranking member of the Yakuza, since she is related to the boss after all. She'd be taught all about business, social hierarchy, how to behave, etc. Also please imagine small Eri watching as Kai does business / threatens a man with terrible violence.

Definitely the type of parent to hit you with the "I am not mad, I am simply disappointed in you." and it guilt trips you so hard.

Kai is often confused and bewildered by things the child asks of him. The logic and imagination of children escapes him in general. For example, if Eri were to ask him if the moon was made of cheese or if she could reach out and grab it since it is so small. Sometimes he retells these statements to Hari like he'd just learnt the most shocking news.

Eri can ask him about anything and Kai would explain it to her without a filter, be it something minor, something much too scientific for her to comprehend or even something other adults would consider inappropriate for children. He doesn't avoid subjects. He also has no filter and he does not sugar coat anything.

Kai cooks. I believe he does that anyway, because he is rather concerned about his food being made under sanitary conditions. He is also rather concerned about nutrition, though will more-so watch the child's diet than his own. He is a bit of a hypocrite about it, but sometimes obsessing about work is much more important to him than food or sleep.

In general if there is one thing Kai is attentive of is that the child doesn't get sick. Perhaps a bit too excessively sometimes. Also Eri knows Kai's rules on cleaning like the back of her hand.

Eri very soon learns that Kai cannot give her emotional support. Like no, he's just terrible at it. He will walk out if you cry in front of him. But, she knows exactly that if there is any type of straight up problem that needs solving and she doesn't know how he is possibly the best to ask for advice because he is hardwired to solve problems; will either give very practical advice or just solve it for her directly. Just very bluntly "Okay, this is what you do."

Limited list of pets are allowed which is essentially reptiles, amphibians or fish. Give Eri like... a lil lizard... or turtle... cute.

Kai's attention can be grabbed by developing similar interests that he has. Eri asks him to learn Shogi and he spends extensive amounts of time on it. Eri developes an interest in scientific topics and he suddenly endlessly explains to her who certain things work and why.

Also all things considered, Kurono or someone else who actually knows how to handle children will have to co-parent. For the sake of the child, it's for the best.

[ineffectualdemon]

This is a good question

And I mean that genuinely

Because I was only able to do most of the necessary change like this because I was finally in an environment that wasn't toxic and was actually supportive

Now with hitting my friends when I was a teenager I trained myself out of it by paying my friends. If I hit them I owed them money. And since I didn't have a lot of money I quickly motivated myself not to hit them

But I was still sometimes violent and full of rage and my words could hurt just as much

I was not a good friend when I was young

My home life was not good and I learned bad bad ways to deal with conflict

My husband however actually came from a healthy well adjusted family. They all like each other! There is no trauma! And when my crazy ass rolled in I suddenly had a new framework and example to work off of.

It actually made my mental health worse at first because I knew my old ways of coping g with things weren't appropriate anymore but I didn't know how to cope in a stable environment

So take my advice should be taken with a handful of salt because my experience was finding people who made compromises with me. Who were willing to, and even wanted to, find a middle ground first

But what I would advice is:

1. Accept any change is going to be slow. That's okay. It's not a race and there are a lot of tools you can use. My husband and I used a safeword system so I could tap out of disagreements and conversations when I knew I was nearing the flashpoint where I would stop being reasonable and start being cruel.

It also helped to diffuse tension because yelling "BANANA!" in the middle of an argument is silly

But it took years for me not need the safeword

2. Accept you can't change some things about you and that some people will be okay with it and others won't.

I will still get irrationally angry about things. I try to channel it a way from those around me but I still get waspish and have to isolate to emotionally regulate. And my husband and child give me that space and time. I can change how often this happens and to an extent how I react but I am still sometimes going to be a bit of a bitch. Not nearly as bad as I used to be but I'm still unpleasant at times. I have a lot of anger in me still and its always going to leak out a little.

I also will sob when my husband expresses his rightful frustration with me and I have to tell him to ignore the crying and that he's allowed to be annoyed and then we have to wait until it passes and I have to prompt him to keep talking

And thats just some of my more annoying and difficult issues. And a lot of people don't like me. I have friends and loved ones who do but I am loud and weird and uncomfortable to be around and a lot of people find me off-putting which means:

3. Accept some people shouldn't be in your life and you shouldn't be in theirs

This is sometimes painful to accept but sometimes your better off with people at a distance then you are up close. I don't think that's always someone's fault either.

It still hurts sometimes though

4. Try to find people who will adapt to you as much as you do them. It won't necessarily be smooth, it won't be fast, and could be a difficult process but if you are both trying to meet each other it is better

Lastly,

5. Try to find good examples of healthy communication and boundary setting to emulate

It's really hard to change when you have only been shown how to hurt others to protect yourself. Good examples of healthy communication and relationships and setting boundaries, fictional or real, really does make a difference

But the most important thing is you have to want to change

The changes I made was not someone else saying "you have to change"

I didn't want to repeat behaviours that had been used to hurt me

I didn't want to become what I feared

And I am far from perfect and it took so much time and effort. But I genuinely think I'm better than my parents were at my age so I think it was worth it

I wish you the best of luck

Since the OP made their post unrebloggable (and blocked me. Both actions they are well in with their right to do)

I’m going to make my response it’s own post because I think the point is important

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As someone who is autistic and has BPD and CPTSD and loads of trauma yes you sometimes need to change how you interact with others to keep people around

When I was 13 I hit the few friends I had when I was angry

I had to change that in order to keep those friendships

When I was in my early 20s if I was losing an disagreement with my husband I would threaten to kill myself. My husband told me it hurt him and was cruel and manipulative behaviour, because it was.

So I worked hard to change that to keep my relationship

It’s easy to say “I shouldn’t have to change for others” and that’s true to an extent. You shouldn’t change your interests or passions or dim your light. And you should have space to be imperfect and flawed and not have to pretend your ugly bits aren’t real. But if something you are doing it causing other people harm you kinda need to change that.

That’s called “living in a society”

People adapt to each other and make space for each other in their lives. You adapt to them and they adapt to you

You start being more diligent about throwing away the empty toilet roll because it really bothers them. They start warning you before they run the blender because you hate loud noises

I stopped threatening to kill myself because I was mad I was losing an argument and my husband stopped being so vocally judgemental amount media he personally dislikes

There is a certain type of person who heard the phrase “your emotions are valid” and took that to mean “my emotional reactions and my behaviour are always objectively correct because my emotions are valid and if you have an emotional response or react to what I’m doing negatively then you are wrong and you can’t be hurt because my emotions are valid”

And that’s a recipe for disaster

Your emotions are valid to feel. They are how you feel and there are reasons you feel the way you do

However, your reactions and behaviour are something you can learn to control and can be irrational

We live in a society and we as people change each other as we interact and that isn’t necessarily a bad thing

[pesterloglog]

John Egbert, Gamzee Makara, Calliope, Roxy Lalonde, Terezi Pyrope

Candy, page 2

JOHN: so uh...

JOHN: i’m back.

JOHN: everyone get ready for THIS fucking guy, i guess...

GAMZEE: HOOOOOOOOOOOONK.

GAMZEE: cough COUGH cough CHOKE honk CHOKE!

GAMZEE: wheeeeeeeeeze HONK cough HONK choke WHEEEEEZE.

CALLIOPE: ah, poor thing.

CALLIOPE: it’s alright now. yoU’re alright.

CALLIOPE: take a moment to catch yoUr breath, mr. clown. yoU’ll be jUst fine.

GAMZEE: cough HACK cough HONK hack CHOKE wheeze HONK honk HONK.

GAMZEE: honk HONK honk GASP wheeze GASP...

GAMZEE: wheeeeEeeeeEeeeEeeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeZe!

GAMZEE: hOoOoOoOoOoOnK cHoKe ChOkE hAcK hOnK cOuGh.

GAMZEE: CoUgH cOuGh HoNk HoNk SoB sOb SoB sOb...

GAMZEE: SoB sOb BoO hOo HoO hOo HoOoOoOoOoNk...

GAMZEE: BoO hOo HoNk HoO hOnK hOnK wAaAaAaAaAaAh!

CALLIOPE: oh dear.

CALLIOPE: what is it, sir?

CALLIOPE: tell Us what pains yoU. let it all oUt, friend.

CALLIOPE: we are here for yoU. u_u

GAMZEE: i BeEn A bItCh AsS nAuGhTy MoThErFuCkEr. :o(

GAMZEE: i Up AnD dOnE sOmE mOtHeRfUcKeRs RaW.

GAMZEE: ThOsE mOtHeRfUcKeRs MoSt Of AlL wHo I cAlLeD aS mY fRiEnDs.

GAMZEE: i PuT tHe StRaIgHt Up FuCkIn HaRsHnEsS aT tHeM aNd It WaSnT mOtHeR fUcKiN nIcE oF mE.

GAMZEE: nOt OnE BiT. :o(

GAMZEE: aNd NoW i’M aLl At An EmOtIoNaL pLaCe FrOm SwEaTiNg My HaRd TiMe In ThE hUnGeR tRuNk.

GAMZEE: A fAtE tO wHiCh I sUrEly GoT mY dEsErVe On FoR.

GAMZEE: aNd It GaVe Me AlL tImE tO rEtHiNk My LoT aNd GeT cOnSiDeRiNg To WhAt A rIpE pIlE oF tHe NaStIeSt GaRbAgE i BeEn My WhOlE mOtHeRfUcKiN lIfE.

GAMZEE: aNd I gOt My EpIpHaNy GoInG iN tHeRe.

GAMZEE: lIkE aLl MoThErFuCkIn BaThEd In ThE rIgHtEoUs EpIpHaNiEs Yo.

GAMZEE: PrEtTy MuCh BaLlS oUt *ImMeRsEd* In ThE eMoTiOn BrEaKtHrOuGhS mY gOoD nInJaS.

GAMZEE: aNd I cAmE tO gEtTiN sOmE oF mY rEaLiZaTiOnS dOwN rIgHt FuCkInG lOcKeD.

GAMZEE: lOcKeD tIgHtEr ThAn I wAs LiKe A bItCh In ThAt FrIdGe.

GAMZEE: AnD tHoSe ReAlIzAtIoNs BeInG sOmEtHiN aLl MoThEr FuCkIn ThUsLy Of SoRtS:

GAMZEE: i’M a BaD, bAd MaN.

GAMZEE: aNd I’m HeRe To FuCkIn *ReDeEm* My MoThErFuCkIn SeLf.

GAMZEE: HoOoOoOoOoNk.

GAMZEE: ThEsE rEdEmPtiVe FuCkIn EuReKa ThUnDeRcLaPs AlL bAnGiNg At My ThInK pAn...

GAMZEE: GeTtInG mE tO gO aLl LiKe, BoO hOo, I’m BaD, i’M bAd!

GAMZEE: WhAt I’m SaYiNg AbOuT iS tHe RaW sHiT i DiD gOt SoMe ExPlAnAtIoNs To MaKe YoU sEe ThE tRuTh.

GAMZEE: ThE tRuTh ThAt My GnArLiNeSs HaD a MoThErFuCkIn TeNtFuL oF *rOoT cAuSeS* yA gOtTa InDuLgE mE aT.

GAMZEE: lIsTeN uP bOyS aNd HoEs, CaUsE hErE cOmEs A bUnCh Of NoIsE tHaT’s MoRaLlY fUcKiN mItIgAtInG aS sHiT.

GAMZEE: hOoOoOoNk.

JOHN: (oh jesus.)

ROXY: (shh!)

GAMZEE: I bEeN aLl LiKe. AbUsEd AnD sTuFf, HoMiEs.

GAMZEE: As A cHiLd, I gOt MoThErFuCkIn NeGlEcTeD oN bY a StErN oLd FaThErLy GoAt.

GAMZEE: I wAs A dIsApPoInTmEnT oN hIm, AnD cAn’T sAyS i BlAmE hIm FoR aBaNdOnInG tHe ShIt OuT oF hIs UsElEsS kId.

GAMZEE: I wOuLdA mOtHeRfUcKiN dOnE tHe SaMe ShIt At Me If I wAs A bIg CrUeL gOaT.

GAMZEE: sO ThAt ExPlAiNs LiKe, PrEtTy SuRe MoSt Of My CrImEs In A wAy ThAt MaKeS a MoThErFuCkEr WaNnA tAkE hIs FoRgIvEnEsS oUt FoR a FuCkInG sPiN.

GAMZEE: tHeRe’S oThEr ReAsOnS tO cOnSiDeR, LiKe...

GAMZEE: ShIt ThAt MaKeS tHiS rEdEmPtIoN aRc FuCkIn TiGhT lIkE aN uNcRaCkEd ElIxIr.

GAMZEE: LiKe, HoWs My PuRpLe BlOoD mEaNt I gOt ThE cUlTuRe PrEsSuReS pUt On Me To Be A SaLtY dAmN jEsTeR fOr LiFe.

GAMZEE: WhAt aBoUt ThAt HaNd ThE mEsSiAhS dEaLt Me, My BiTcHeS.

GAMZEE: a MoThErFuCkEr’S gOnNa EnVy ThAt LiKe A wIcKeD cOd RaSh.

GAMZEE: So HoW cAn I fUlL aNd TrUlY fUcKiN gEt BlAmEd On FoR, wHeN iT cOmEs To A lITtLe BiT oF sUbJuGgLaTiOn I gOt CuLtUrAlLy HoRnSwOgGlEd Up To DoInG, aNd AlSo TrAgIcAlLy GoAt AbUsEd WhIcH nEeDs To MaKe YoU sHeD a TeAr FoR tHiS mOtHeRfUcKeR, lEsT yOu WaNnA bE aS aTrOcIoUs As Me.

GAMZEE: AnD sUcH iS wHy I’m GrAbBiNg HoLd Of My RePeNtAnCe As FiRm AnD sErIoUs As I wOuLd A wHoRe’S tItTy!

GAMZEE: My ReDeMpTiOn ArC iS tRuLy ThE dAnKnEsS. i MeAn It HaRd, AnD i’M gOiNg SiNcErE aT iT lIkE oNe SaD aNd SoRrY bAdBoY mOtHeRfUcKeR.

GAMZEE: fRoM tHiS dAy FrOnTwArD, i PlAn To GeT mY pLeDgE oN tO bE a ChAnGeD cLoWn.

GAMZEE: TrUlY a NeW aSs MoThErFuCkEr, ThAnKs To My NeW fRiEnDs. :o)

CALLIOPE: bravo!!! ^u^

ROXY: fuck yea

JOHN: hey terezi, you around?

TEREZI: WH4T DO YOU W4NT

JOHN: you wouldn’t believe what’s happening just behind me right now.

TEREZI: 1 PROB4BLY WOULD

JOHN: no you won’t.

JOHN: check it out...

TEREZI: HOLY SH1T

JOHN: i know, right?

TEREZI: H3S CRY1NG L1K3 4 L1TTL3 WR1GGL3R

TEREZI: GO OV3R 4ND G1V3 H1M 4 K1CK 1N TH3 CODP13C3 FOR M3

JOHN: i can’t.

TEREZI: JOHN, 1M 4SK1NG YOU TO DO 4 S1MPL3 F4VOR FOR 4N OLD 4ND D34R FR13ND

TEREZI: DO NOT B3 D1FF1CULT

JOHN: um, i don’t think that would go over well.

JOHN: everybody’s taking this all weirdly seriously.

JOHN: apparently we’re going to let him have a “redemption arc”?

TEREZI: H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4

JOHN: yeah, it’s...

JOHN: well, what is there to even say?

JOHN: it’s literally the dumbest fucking idea i’ve ever heard, but what can you do.

TEREZI: SHOV3 H1M B4CK 1N TH4T FR1DG3 4ND THROW 1T 1N TH3 OC34N, 1S WH4T

JOHN: pretty much.

TEREZI: WHY 4R3 YOU 1D1OTS 3V3N BOTH3R1NG W1TH TH1S FOOL 4G41N

JOHN: don’t ask me. this is a calliope thing.

TEREZI: OH GOD

JOHN: i guess she roped roxy into it... so now i’m just going along with it too.

JOHN: i don’t even care actually. i mean, he smells awful, but...

TEREZI: >XO

JOHN: guess that’s just what’s happening now.

JOHN: the asshole clown is back. life goes on.

TEREZI: 1T D1DNT N33D TO THOUGH

TEREZI: NOT FOR H1M, 4T L34ST

JOHN: speaking of life...

JOHN: how’s it going out there.

TEREZI: OH

TEREZI: F1N3

TEREZI: PR3TTY BOR1NG, FLY1NG 4ROUND 4ND STUFF

TEREZI: YOU KNOW HOW 1T 1S

TEREZI: TH3 S34RCH CONT1NU3S

JOHN: any sign of her yet?

TEREZI: ...

JOHN: you’ve been gone, like...

JOHN: a really long time, you know.

TEREZI: 1M SUR3 YOU S33 1T TH4T W4Y

TEREZI: FROM MY PO1NT OF V13W, 1TS 4 L1TTL3 D1FF3R3NT

TEREZI: 4NYW4Y, NO TURN1NG B4CK NOW

JOHN: yeah, i know.

JOHN: everybody misses you though.

JOHN: probably even... *shudder*

JOHN: gamzee.

TEREZI: UGH!!!

TEREZI: W3LL, TH4T S3TTL3S 1T

TEREZI: 1 MUST N3V3R R3TURN. SORRY 3GB3RT >:[

JOHN: haha, i never should have told you about his shitty redemption arc.

JOHN: i blew it!

TEREZI: YUP >:]

TEREZI: 4NYW4Y, GOTT4 GO

TEREZI: N3XT T1M3 W3 SP34K, YOU OW3 M3 4 R3PORT OF 3X4CTLY ON3 PUNCH 1N TH3 CLOWN D1CK

TEREZI: BY3 DORK

CALLIOPE: thank yoU for this, john.

JOHN: um...

JOHN: you’re welcome?

[the-mist-striders]

Episode 4: The World's Most Sort-of Competent Pallbearers

Note: So dm did a little rewinding, not a retcon because it didn't break anything we did, but he did allow a character moment between the siblings Lucerian and Fauna since they were pretending to not know Amalia and Kai since Amalia was screaming about wanting to kill the entire family inside as Kai was trying to drag her out as the father is threatening Amahlia with a broom

Fauna is fucking pissed that Lucerian tried to sacrifice himself. Lucerian defends his actions, saying he wanted to be sure Fauna could make it out of the murder house, and he knew he could trust the rest if the party to sacrifice themselves

So Lucerian promises to never do that again.

He did however also ask her why she bonded with the crazy lady and not the more tame blind lady

Fauna had no idea Amalia was a crazy bitch, thought she only threatened to kill the kids, beat the shit out of empty suits of armor, and murdered the taxidermy wolves because the house was a weird situation

#ah ignorance is bliss

Fauna says “I just hope we won't have to betray them, like with our last party” 

It's a Shame Kai an/or Amalia were distracted and didn't hear that

#cant meta-game

Fast forwarding through the already established scenes in the general goods store and to where we left off- heading to the inn

The town looks desolate

Some of the homes look ransacked

Some look boarded up

In the window of a boarded up home we spot someone moving around inside 

Normal shit

The town is colorless and dreary. Like twilight with its blue filter except the filter is piss yellow

An old woman in the distance is pushing a cart, knocks on a door, the family cautiously answers.

The old lady sells pies apparently

And the family is addicted to the stuff

So much so that they're in debt to the old woman

They make up for it by lending their first born (a 6 year old) to the old lady to do housework

Normal stuff

Kai doesn't trust anyone. Is convinced the pies are spiked

Amahlia theorizes that she's using children in her pies

Fauna just wants a pie

Kai used detect poison, she asked specific questions and was reading her internal reactions in order to sus out why the fuck a family would be this addicted to pies

It turns to a conversation about the town and Count Strahd, whose castle is visible from there in the mountains

She implies that every night something happens. Refuses to elaborate. Says it's beyond description

#wow thanks

Pie lady talks about how Strahd is a cruel demon of a ruler

Fauna buys an apple pie

Amahlia hands the lady her tarot card and asks what's up with the card

Old lady is reading the message on the card

Not realizing that Amahlia is fucking running away

Old lady is innocently confused as to why that happens. Asks Kai to bring it back to her. Kai declines, says it tends to find its own way back, thus wrapping up this interaction

In the distance there's a wailing. The dog (Lancelot Is reacting. Struggling against Fauna's carrier. Fauna is reluctant to bring the puppy home but alas Kai convinces her it's the right thing to do

His owner is loudly wailing "GERTRUDA" In her home. Answering the door when Kai knocks, Fauna hands Lancelot over. The woman requests we find her daughter Gertruda. Gives no clues except for a very shitty doll with botched bodily proportions and an awkward smug look drawn on its face.

For some reason Kai is the one the mother requests this from and ends up putting the doll in her satchel

(Why are characters who are supposed to be quiet always end up doing more of the talking?

then again nobody in the party has the charisma skill.

Totally won't end up biting us in the ass at some point)

After that's done Fauna does decide to try discussing Amahlias behavior

She says "have you ever heard the phrase 'it's easier to attract ants to honey than to vinegar"

Amahlia blinks "what the fuck is Honey"

Turns out Amahlia lives on a diet of salted pork

Kai chimes in to help convince Amahlia to be less crazy

We reach a compromise to where we with a password of sorts can permit Amahlia to go apeshit. Using "honey" for "pls keep it together " and vinegar  (or "smash") for when Amahlia should be intimidating and violent

Causing Amahlia to start speaking in an extremely fake and exaggerated chipper voice with a smile that doesn't reach the eyes. As a side note I would like to add that every-time she talks this way Amahlia rolls for intimidation because of how terrifying it is.

They head to the inn and this creeps out the bartender as we discuss rooms + a thing to bathe in since they all smell like sewage water

#squad goals

The bartender/ innkeep is like a DMV worker. His soul is gone, his eyebags dark with a voice void of cheer. He's always "cleaning" a glass using a rag that's actually not very clean

Takes some persuasion to get a room, since this town fukin hates outsiders

In the corner there are some well dressed folks making fun of a guy who looks like Heath Ledger in a language none of the party speaks

One of them- a guy who resembled that one guy who got kicked out of Saudi Arabia (?) For being too handsome approaches Kai, nearly killing her instantly

(This guy)

Kai internally again (bass boosted)

She has a weakness for handsome rogues + a certain condition that is out of her control.

He has his hand on her shoulder and asks her to come talk with him and his Troupe of strangely not dreary lads

Alexa play wake me up inside.

Amahlia saves Kai's ass (literally) by in a fucking fake cheery voice saying "oh she's not social :)))"

Guy says "that's too bad" winks at Kai and fucks right off

Pictured: Kai internally

Very weakly says "thank you"

the girls are bonding guis

He tries again when Kai is away from the group

She pulls out 2 cloths, shoves one in her mouth balled up, and wraps the other around her mouth and fucking book's it for her room. Yes this is a very normal reaction, Kai is fine guys.

Meanwhile heath ledger asks Lucerian to take the group to his family manor later

Dm asks me "Kai doing anything before bed" with a shit eating grin

I with a straight face respond "oh the usual"

Nobody at the table questions it.

Btw Kai called dibs on the single room

That night everyone else ate at the bar. Fauna is the only one that trusts the pies. Kai lives on a diet inspired by Kellogg himself, eating a raw and unseasoned potato because spices and sweets are too horny

Fauna mentions that they keep having her pay for shit

Amahlia reaches Into her pocket to pay her back

Pulls out tarot card

Amahlia just drops it to the floor and goes back into her pouch

Pays her back (yay)

She wakes up with her blind fold off

Feels her face and in horror realizes that her *situation* has gotten worse over night.

That these lands are effecting her condition and may be speeding it up

Because of this *condition* her original blindfold no longer fits on her head. She with a heavy heart gets out another blind fold that she carried around just in case this happened. It’s a tighter fit and covers the top half of her head, including the bridge of her nose.

Shaken, she leaves her room, Fauna notices the shape of her head is different.  Bizarrely flat around the eyes

Fauna asks if she can help in some way (not knowing what the fuck is even going on)

Kai is too shaken to speak. She just shakes her head

Fauna being a true bro knows she doesn't want to be touched, just sends good vibes that Kai can sense

She appreciatively nods her head

Coincidently my dice rolls started to suck, which we easily say is because she's shaken from the speeding up of her death

So as all of this is happening, the new character Cinderell’s player made to replace Cinderell walks into a bar

The well dressed people go as white as a sheet

"You're supposed to be dead"

They do the superstitious equivalent of making a cross on your chest

Well... cultural equivalent

Her name is Liliya. 

Liliya doesn't remember much of who she is

Turns out the well dressed bitches are "Vistani" (I hope I spelled it correctly) outsiders in Barovia (where we currently are)

Her Vistani pals are sus about their friend being alive

Liliya is a stranger to the party, but she feels like she recognizes them

Another odd thing about Liliya is the holy symbol she is wearing

It's Cinderell's holy symbol

Liliya notes that something about this group makes her feel.. familiar... but it reminds her of a place surrounded with water.

Kai feels sus, so she rummaged through Cinderell's gear (which he left with her before sacrificing himself on an alar) and pulls out his signet ring

Liliya looks at it, tenses up and shoves it away.

#hmmm

Kai bribes the bartender for further details on whatever the event at night is that everyone keeps referring to in vague ways.. Bartender mentions that they should be fine as long as they don't join the parade

Kai also plays detective and asks around for details on Gertruda and her disappearance. Doesn't really learn anything new, just that people think she ran away into the mist and that they're sure Strahd got to her and she's as good as dead

Also Getruda is like. 17.

Kool

The people bullying Heath Ledger invite us to go with them to meet a woman named Madam Ava. They agree to do it tomorrow after they visit heath ledgers manor to see what he wants

Manor looks like shit

No windows

Blood splatter

Scratches all over the exterior walls

#ideal summer home

Cautiously heath ledger let's us into his totally legit house

Walls are also covered in holy symbols

#interesting

Also there's a dead body in a casket

Its starting to rot

Very normal

Liliya originally doesn't follow us, she doesn't know us and doesn't trust us. But does change her mind when given a strong feeling that we were going to die unless she came to help

me hearing the Dm say this as a player:

So the gist of Heath Ledger's deal;

His actual name is Ismark, and his sister's name is Ireena. He and his sister were once a powerful family who fell from grace, their father is dead and they wish to bury him in the family crypt.. an entire block away

They need help because no matter what time of day or night people harass them. So they need the help if some fighters to keep away danger

Oh and Heath Ledger's sister was visited by Strahd one night (has a visible vampire bite too) and suspiciously the minions of Strahd who keep assaulting the house don't attack her

Nothing suspicious for us to be concerned for

We agree to help them after tugging on our heart strings

4 of us are carrying the casket

Kai and Fauna are watching for attackers

Because uh

apparently at night the streets are full of wolves and angry bats

Fauna at the back keeps the wolves at bay

Bats are attacking us from above

A bat rips Kai's face covering off, but everyone is too preoccupied to notice yet

Suddenly I get higher rolls again. Ig Kai just has nothing to lose at this point

Kai does also keep wolves at bay

The church is a few steps away. The pallbearers are exhausted

A priest is dragging something long and oddly shaped into the church. We're close behind and make it inside

The party sees what she was covering up this whole time

A vanta black void that seems to go on forever where her eyes and upper bridge of the nose should be, the edges revealing bits of bone and tissue

Everyone ( except heath ledger and his sister who aren't looking) did not know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't that.

Fauna just

Gives her a shirt she can wrap her head with

An act of compassion- but I did for a sec interpret it as "o_o... cover that back up"

The crew is yelling for the priest to grant the dead guy his last rights

He says he’s too busy and won’t tell us why

After Liliya threatens to do the rites instead he finally agrees to help

The party then hears a loud "FATHER I’M HUNGRY"

I have a feeling the voice isn't asking for the priest to go get Mcdonalds

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[drdemonprince]

I read bdsm classic The Story of O here are my thoughts

I can't tell if the writing is bad and overly florid, or if the translation is poor, or if french is just like that and the translator was merely doing their most faithful possible job, but the book read like the kind of overly detailed little vignettes this girl that i knew in high school would write. she'd describe these opulent rooms and articles of clothing in immense detail and then nothing would happen in the story at all.

After I got used to the ornamental prose and went along for the ride without fussing too much about not always being able to picture the furniture and bespoke outfits she put so much effort into describing, I started enjoying myself. it's a quick read, but lush with detail and low on backstory, so taking it in is a bit like riding down a lazy river in an inner tube and watching the foiliage pass you by. which is not so bad an experience.

One linguistic quirk of the writing I did like was always describing men as plunging into O's "belly". There's no vagina, cunt, etc in this book, the author only talks about her getting her belly opened up or the little knot of pleasure at the dividing point of her belly, and that's actually very sexy to me for some reason and kind of a nice, visceral alternative to other anatomical terms

I really struggled to picture the labia piercing and series of interlocking rings/chains that O receives later in the book. The signet ring she first wears on her fingers is hard to picture too, and unfortunately the "ring of O" style that has become popularized in bdsm fashion today is not quite what the author described, so it's very hard to google. as an aesthetic choice the change has probably been for the best.

I expected the book to be a lot more degrading and filled with anguish than it actually was. I'd always heard that the book was all about O's deep love for Rene, and how that love got twisted and used against her, and how she ultimately chooses to die rather than to be left behind by her master or whatever, but that really is not the case. Firstly because the death chapter (which comes seemingly out of nowhere) is removed from most versions of the book, and second because at every turn we have it described to us just how much O loves being fucked and debased, and how even being passed on by her lover to a new owner gives her an immense thrill.

The book is also a lot queerer than I would have imagined, and while I've heard lots of people complain about how heteronormative it is, I found it perfectly easy to enjoy and imagine myself inhabiting. O herself is queer and the way the book describes the differences between how she relates to men sexually compared to how she relates to women is something that I imagine a lot of s-leaning, versatile bisexual women could probably relate to, but feel like they're usually not permitted to acknowledge. I liked that O had some androgyny to her and that she got off on giving other women pleasure just for it's own sake.

Even more than O, my god did I love Jacqueline. She's a spacy, haughty, attractive, selfish, icy hot little fashion bitch with the comfortable entitlement of a house cat and I just lit up with excitement and recognition every time her cruel self absorbed little ass was on the page. Sexually ascended Betty Draper. we love it.

The book's priorities are so funny, clearly because like my old high school buddy's manuscripts, it was written in one big burst of imagination with very little editing or forethought. the author devotes more space to discussing how clothing needs to be retailored than she does belaboring the actual details of the sex.

The actual fucking is almost perfunctorily described: the details are all about how legs were positioned and which holes were used and by whom and no orgasms are really named, except for when O is jerking her female friends off to climax when they're cuddling in bed together. In some ways I prefer how dispassionate the book is about the sex, it makes O's ownership even more dehumanizing and it really does kind of nail the floaty, far away headspace you can sometimes get in after being used by a ton of people.

I wish I could more fully understand just how inventive this book was for its time. To what extent did straight people know about lifestyle kink dynamics? Rectal dilators had existed since the 1800s and humans had been making dildos for millennia before that, but did this book introduce a lot of people to the notion of plugging a woman's asshole open so that it would be available to be fucked at any time of day? Did this book invent labia weights (pete campbell voice "I arrived at it independently!")? Any of the other fetish gear described? I'm curious!

I wish I could picture the interlocking leather cuffs and collar O is outfitted with at the book's start. they sound like a fantastically flexible device which probably why the author's description of them makes no sense. it's very hard to picture something built in the 1950s that could do everything the authors says these pieces of hardware do. I need a like, Museum of Surgical Science but for early 20th century bdsm gear. im confused

On the whole I liked it a lot more than I expected even though it was also less sexy that i thought it would be. i cant explain why since the plot is nonexistence and it ends so abruptly as to feel like the whole story is pointless. but hey. i love a lazy river ride

[withinthereeds]

thank you for enabling me @stars--and--rain. well since this was posted the brainworms have expanded to More bitches but i actually had Casper in mind at the time. heads up this will be Long rambly and unpolished.

i know You have seen my post (here) breaking down his behavior and theorizing shit but for anyone following me that isnt aware: he is the boy that got forked in the comics. (but ill be using the names i gave everyone here so maybe check out that other post for clarification)

first off that gang of brats is a bit older than the general age range people think the kids are (why else would they all have lighters if they werent smoking Something and i doubt anyone would deal pot to 10 year olds). linus and casper are highschool freshmen. dess is like. 14. ricky is the youngest at like 12-13 or so. getting that out of the way before i get shot for shipping kids or whatever.

casper and linus were definitely close, even if they couldnt really be public about their relations due to the time and social setting. and having linus torn away from him sent casper spiraling into a rage filled grief but we'll get to that shortly.

anyway these royal pains in the ass were lesser members of the pecking order at their school. goons for hire. linus didnt really care for it aside from keeping his friends (and cousin ricky) off the hook most of the time, and was rather laid back as a person. casper however was incredibly volatile and prone to moodswings. he felt everything very strongly and often looked to linus for guidance/to be his voice of reason. otherwise he'd start breaking people's noses n shit.

casper is also a bottomless pit. absolute monster in the deli. an utter saint to the lunchlady though, even if he orders double the usual while also bringing lunch from home. frequents fast food restaurants daily if he can. and he's often compared to curly fries, usually by ricky, much to his absolute loathing. him and linus went to arby's often.

some more misc details. casper is technically of german descent, being a third generation immigrant after his grandparents came to america. he cant speak a lick of it but its a fun fact nonetheless. his parents themselves were strict as hell and had no tolerance for his bullshit (sent him to bed hungry n things), but also casper wasnt the best big brother to his sibling sadly. he also had an immense fear of clowns; pennywise specifically. kind of cruel, considering the mirror man placed linus in a circus freakshow in our lore.

when linus was stolen away he was completely and utterly inconsolable. ricky wanted to get the police involved/actually get help but casper just yelled his head off about how Ricky shouldve been the one taken since he started that mess. and that linus was as good as dead because of him. it was quite the sight. ricky ran the hell away from him and casper collapsed on his knees a couple blocks away from the building, hunched over hands in his hair just Wailing about he'd never be whole again or something like that. rip.

here are the boys, drawn by my partner @reporpoisedphantasies. casper on the left linus on the right. poor souls

at what point does a throwaway background character become your oc due to how much attention and lore youve given them

[silversodas]

Has anyone noticed the startling similarities between Chucky and Lexie?

Lexie has become known for her cruelty, but you know the way she is cruel, reminds me of the same way Chucky is cruel. He just didn’t exactly do it in a social way, except for in the series. When Lexie was about to expose Jake at the talent show, Chucky did one better and outed her cringe porn taste TO EVERYONE. He had to take it further then was necessary to really let her have it, but she still deserved it. And Lexie, thinking she was getting back at Jake, not Chucky, also had to take it waaayyy over the line to get back at Jake, but no one deserved that. There is also the fact that Chucky and Lexie are both hypocrites. Chucky hates bullies, but is also the worlds biggest bully, he will defend your honor genuinely one second then kill you the next, depending. I can’t tell if he knows he is a hypocrite or if he really doesn’t believe how bad he treats people is worse then how he gets treated

Lexi though a hypocrite has reviled that she seems to really not understand how cruel she actually is,

LIKE SERIOUSLY IS SHE FUCKING SERIOUS!?!?

Jake answers this exactly how everyone in the audience thought it, but it’s disturbing that she still seems genuinely confused

She is still not getting it folks!!!

NOW it’s starting to actually click with her

The way she says “stop it” gives me the feeling that this is probably the first real time someone outside her parents have straight up dragged her ass. What’s more disturbing is that if this is true, she may have been living in this bubble where everyone exists below her for WAY to long there for making her out of touch with everyone around her even Jr, and as an extent out of touch with reality. And as a result may not be able to look at herself or her actions with clarity. This does not excuse her actions, if anything it makes that situation more horrifying

This is similar to how Chucky is out of touch socially and quite a bit with reality, I wish I had more clear cut examples. I actually really can’t tell where he is on the scale of, I know I am evil what I do is evil and don’t care and will lie about it, to, they got what they deserved, it feels like he is somewhere in the middle of that scale.

Jake for instance, probably reminds Chucky of a part of himself he actually likes and has always been proud of. What part is that? His defiance

Jake is alone in the world, for no other reason then being who he is, but Jake doesn’t let anyone decide who he is, even if it means being alone. Even his Dad kinda marvels at this subconsciously, like when he asked “you used to have friends, don’t you care?” I don’t know when absolutely no one seemed to give two bitchs and flying shit that Jakes Dad was even dead, just that it made Jake look suspicious, gave me the feeling that he was facing some lack of social support issues of his own and kinda marveled at Jake choosing to be himself and not let others lack of support turn him into something the world was better off without.

Jake might make a good candidate for manipulation due to isolation and lack of support, BUT according to psychologist on serial killers like Charles Manson, he is actually a vary imperfect candidate for two reasons 1) he is to old 2) he is a boy. It even shows this when Chucky did his In portmanteau “I didn’t kill her Jake you gotta believe me” and Jake was like “I am not five years old!” There are many research papers and documentaries on the methodology of serial killers and cults. Candidates for manipulation who were useful were a lot of the time women, most of the Manson family were women. Grown men and teenage boys couldn’t be controlled only boys in the single digits could be manipulated to being controllable even 11 is kinda pushing it.

Jakes spark of defiance is what kept Chucky coming back when he had a couple of opportunities to fuck off and find someone else with Jake not even knowing he was alive. He projected onto Jake seeing that same defiance he has and the fact he looks like Charles when he was Jakes age added to it. Chucky hates Lexie for a lot of the same reasons chucky is hated, doubtful he knows that, Charles does not strike me as a man of introspection. It makes me think of this poster

Yeah this is our team yeet Chucky but the way they are all positioned gives me pause. I mean yeah with chucky and Jake its to show the projecting relationship and hinting at Jake being like Chucky but why are Lexie Devon and Jr posed the exact same way? Is it to show that each of the characters going against chucky is also like chucky in some way? If Jake is what Chucky likes about himself and Lexie is what Chucky hates about himself, I wonder if Devon represents sharing a morbid fascination or something else. Not sure about jr though

[kidfoundonstreets]

last post AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THEY TALK TEHY TALK THEY TALK THEY TALK THJEYYYY >:D

HRLP.. casually asking his age that means that sirius couldve been waiting for dorothy for 10+ years.. damn THE “SO YOUNG” OK 500 YR OLD the only reason im not changing his name to old man is bc emo boy fits him more rlly like seeing them interact.. everybody here so interesting with each other

ALSO YEAH EXACTLY. it throws me off because ashe seems a lot more emotional in this one bro if hes still living in the past  smacks ashe so much angst can fit in this bitch FLAHSBACK TIME!!!! i realized thgat its less the crystal and more him just replaying memories?? or its zooming more in on him idk its just my own take i guess someone hug him it feels like he isnt over whatever happened at all THE PIANO PLAYING PART HAHSAHDWQH “i guess this is my fate??” PIANO PLAYING ASHE WHEN calling it right now i think that she died in a fire somehow not from her illness. maybe. maybe

WAY I GRIMACED AT THIS LINE..............................

claire noticing devleopment i love her

even if its really scaring me right now okay that was precious even if it was really depressing ashe therapy speedrun challenge GO! im glad they get to genuinely talk in this one it feels a lot more different with whats going to happen and tbh im living for it

good luck ashe i guess i really still wanna hug you they wouldnt grant it anyway. its a good wish and demons dont grant goodness and even if he did get his wish he still would never be the same because of how brutally he killed a person to get it and i dont think his family is really as healthy as he says or thinks they are it feels a lot like denial OKAY HELL YES FINAL DAY FLASHBACK TIME

its such a good family

WAIT HOLKY SHIT. RICHARD DID YOU DO THIS PROBABLY NOT NO HE LET HIM KNOW BUT HOLY SHIT

THIS IS SO WHY WOULD YOU EVEN DO THIS??????????? I FEEL SO BAD FOR ASHE NONE OF THIS WAS EVEN DESERVEDI DONT GET IT  THE WAY HE WOULDVE HURRIED STRAIGHT INTO THERE AND PROBABLY WOUDLVE DIED AS WELL IF PEOPLE DIDNT HOLKD HIM BACK THATS JUST CRUEL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU EWHGGSWGHGWHHHWHGWHWHW I HATE MATTY 

DUDE. I GET IT. COMPARISONS SUCK ASS BUT THAT WAS HIS ENTIRE FAMILY HE EVEN TRIED TO HELP YOU THIS IS MESSED UP  SO HE JUST ENDED UP HAVING BREAKDWONS AND DOING ALL OF THIS ITS NOT THAT I DONT FEEL SYMPATHY FOR EVERYTHING HES HAD TO DEAL WITH BUT HES RUINED SO MANY LIVES JFC the. thd resemblance with that face and the other faces he hallucinated on the others. what the fuck.

it isnt his fault he was just trying to help lillian the amount of survivors guilt ashe must be feeling right now. that’s families and even your family carrying on your back. what the hell matty. getting burned to death is one of my worst fears and the way that this just happened so easily and his family could do nothing about it and all ashe could do was stare and struggle and watch this isnt his fault at all its mattys fault for being so careless with other peoples lives or it could just be noones fault but UGGHHHJHJHEUIYU this is just too messed up. no wonder ashe can’t accept it and is so desperate

ashe 

i dont blame him for reacting like that at all. he had his entire life burn before him and just clung to the thing that couldve helped him get it back

the way that limes just in awe of how dead inside he looks  i cant get over this woah richard trying to reach out to him. that’s sweet but he’s too buried in his own mind

how long has he been doing this. long enough to grow a huge braid i guess

dude i cant take this i didnt exit out and just go speechless but i still died the fact that ashe in all of these try again try agains just kills claire over nad over hes done so much for his family and im sure that when he found out killing claire was what he had to do next his mind just thought of that as the next goal to do to get everything he wanted back i guess when he started laughing and stuff when he killed claire im taking this from reaper it was more based on adrenaline and the thought that he could finally have a good ending and not need to face the reality that everything he’s worked up to at this point + how he left his entire life behind for this + how one of his childhood best friends who he thought he could trust and tutor just full out backstabbed him by setting up the fire for certain deaths in the first place would all just crush him and hes justnjhjkhkj ashe deserved so much better. they all desevred so much better with the cards they were dealt and honestly? they all could take the witch’s heart and use it for a reasonable purpose i really like ashe. the actions he has done to achieve what he’s trying to do im sure hasn’t been pleasant or morally good but he’s desperate and doesn’t want his life to slip him by like that when it’s already too late he’s stuck himself on the stage of denial so deep that even if he does go back he won’t ever be completely healed im sure the thought scares him as well anyway good game. goodcharacter  i feel so empty and im bad at essays but im sure thge feelings will hit me hard later on another note 

i love how shocked charlotte is at claire’s genuine kindness and sympathy. i think that makes a good dynamic with her and claire  jokes on you bitch youre talking to the softest angel and you dont even know

charlotte has a point but being heartless is just something that claire wouldnt do tbh

[kitawarheit]

Choke

Hey guys! I decided to post it here too~ Anything this is some Frank x Danny x female reader insert hella self indulgent smut~ Ngl, had someone ask me, "how far do you take your dirty talk?" aaaand here's the example I guess?? lmao Either way it was fun as hell! Enjoy! <3 Can also be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31056830

Tags include: dub-con (ish), verbal humiliation, dirty talk, name-calling, spitroasting, f/m/m threesome

The Fog had been a living hell, for sure. You dare say you were getting used to this “Entity” and its foul games. The pain didn't seem to feel as bad as when you first got here—or maybe that was just your mind knowing you wouldn't truly die? Your cruel resurrection was inevitable in this hellscape. But, you found solace in the small things. To start, you had the other survivors. The companionship was at least enough to keep you sane (for the most part) until you found a way out. But was there?

Trial after trial, your morale drained slowly—that is, until your curiosity was piqued. Some of these vicious killers were... well, human. For the most part, maybe. Take The Legion for example: although they switched off, they were all still four human punk-asses. Sure, being cat called while chased by Frank or having insults hurled at you while Julie choked you to death wasn't the most ideal thing... But it was a breath of fresh air. There were others, yes, but the most talkative or entertaining ones were primarily Frank and Danny—The Ghostface, as they called him.

Speaking of those two—back to the predicament at hand. How the fuck are two killers allowed to be in a trial at the same time!? It wasn't fair! Not only for obvious reasons but more personal ones... Sometimes, you wanted to punch Frank in his stupid face for his chastising, filthy mouth. But, that was only really because of how hot and bothered it actually made you. You knew back before this shit, you were really into dirty talk and stuff, but here? Now? Surely, The Entity knew and was doing this on purpose.

No, you were absolutely sure The Entity was doing this on purpose when you saw the second killer was Danny. He had a nasty mouth on him too—a bit more aggressive than Frank overall, but it still didn't help you not be affected by his “teasing”. But why? Sure, you enjoyed their talk, even if your brain tried to yell at you that they were there to murder you, not sweet talk you to bed. But did The Entity even give “graces” like this? No, no—it must be for the killers. After all, they were the ones that essentially gave power to this thing.

No matter why or for who, it didn't matter. You weren't going to look this gift horse in the mouth. You deserved a slice of pleasure too, right?

So, here you were, being dragged into the old ski resort lodge, two sets of hands moving over every inch of your body, making you squirm between them.

“Hey, hey,” Frank cooed in a smug tone as you were turned to face him. “Settle down, kitten, we haven't even started yet!”

“She can't help it,” Danny mocked behind you, grabbing your ass, which made you give a squeal of surprise. “She's gonna get double fucked! Any slut would be excited by that.”

“You're right,” Frank practically purred, sliding his hands under your shirt and making his way up to your chest. “I'm surprised she's not already trying to tear out of her clothes.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed weakly, trying to squirm from their grasps—but, the both of them proved to be too strong and they kept you firm in place. “Let me go...!”

“Oh, don't worry, kitten,” Frank said, lifting his mask to sit on the top of his head as he eyed you over. “You'll fuck me soon enough~”

You were too busy examining the details of a face you hadn't seen without the mask to notice Frank giving a nod at Danny. There was a chuckle behind you and, suddenly, Danny had his hands over your torso, ripping open your shirt and pulling the ruined garment off, letting it fall to the floor. Another squeal escaped you as you tried to cover your arms over your chest, face flushed. Of course, Danny wouldn't let you do that as he gripped your wrists and held you in place.

“Fuck, she's got some nice tits,” the man behind you mused.

“Hell yeah, she does,” Frank agreed, brandishing his knife. “Let's get a better look, though...”

Before you could make a protest, Frank's knife slipped under the front of your bra, harshly tugging upwards to tear it in half. Quick on the move, Danny let go of your wrists to let your arms hang low so that he could swiftly tug your destroyed bra off and down to the ground.

“D-Don't touch me,” you shrieked, only to have them do just the opposite. Danny's hand cupped one of your breasts, while Frank toyed with the other, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. You were trying so hard not to make noise, but the look on your face must have given you away.

“What a slut,” Frank laughed, making you jolt as he pinched your nipple. “Hmm? You like having killers play around with your tits?”

“Look at her face,” Danny cooed. “She totally does! Nasty bitch~”

Your mind was failing to think of words to says, insults to hurl, threats to make. But, it didn't matter, they were too strong for you and you had nothing to fend them off with. And if the heat pooling in your core had any say in the matter, you were likely going to break anyways. Sooner, rather than later, if they kept this up.

You tried to at least keep quiet—if you couldn't make threats, the least you could do was not make any moans. Your focus was brought back to the situation as Frank cupped your chin, forcing your head up to look at him. For the moment, he had let go of your breast and Danny took full advantage of that by cupping both in his hands, squeezing them.

“Fuck,” Danny grunted behind you. “I've gotta get my dick between these sometime...”

Frank seemed to be searching for something in your face as he looked you over, yet abandoned that endeavor rather quickly. He let go of your chin and scoffed, grabbing hold of your hips now.

“I bet you anything she's already fucking soaked,” Frank mocked, emphasizing his last word as he popped the button of your jeans. “Let's just check that... 'Kay, kitten?”

Frank slipped his palm over your stomach, making his way down as you squirmed in Danny's grasp. He slipped past your pants and toyed with the waistband of your panties briefly before finally slipping his hand down over your folds. There was no warning when Frank brought his head closer, dipping under your chin to bite harshly into your neck, at the same time he pushed two fingers into your pussy. You were already losing yourself, but there was no way you could hold back the moan that ripped past your throat at Frank's actions. You could practically feel his smirk against your neck...

“Ho~ly fuck,” Frank cooed as he released your neck, pulling his head back to look at you while he pulled his fingers out from your jeans, just to hold them in front of your face. Of course, Frank was right —you were already wet by now. “This bitch is a total whore! Look at how wet she is already!”

“Damn,” Danny laughed, pinching both of your nipples in an attempt to draw noise from you. “I guess we got lucky with this one, huh?”

You whimpered softly as Danny pinched again, squirming as you watched Frank make a show of licking his fingers clean. Your mind teetered on the edge between wrong and right, just a touch away from going over and begging for them. In some pathetic last attempt to escape, you tried to pull away again. Frank clicked his teeth and gripped your hips again to hold you in place, Danny giving a light grind into your ass. Fuck, you could already feel how hard he was.

“Please,” you spoke softly, trying not to look Frank in the eye. To this, he roughly grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eye, a smirk tugging his lips upwards.

“Please what, kitten,” he sneered, bringing his face even closer to yours. ...That was it. That was the tipping point and your brain tumbled down the wrong side. But, you didn't give a hot damn. You needed this... and you needed it now.

“Don't tease me,” you breathed out, flashing Frank a look—oh, did he know that look well. The look of letting go and giving in to carnal desire. It was show time.

“That's what we wanna hear,” Danny chuckled, his voice more clear now and you could only assume he took his mask off as well. “A slut in the end—can't resist having some cock in you, right? Even if it's from a killer?”

Frank gave a vicious grin from ear to ear, letting go of your chin to dip his head down against your neck.

“Good girl,” he purred, giving another firm bite before working on pushing your pants and panties down. This time, when he bit into you, you let out a soft whimper, wiggling your pants and panties down the rest of the way to help, then stepped out of them.

Behind you, Danny removed his gloves, letting his bare hands slide down your chest, savoring the warmth of your skin as he kept moving further down. Sure, he knew Frank was right—but he couldn't help to feel for himself as his fingers dipped between your damp folds, his fingertips gliding up and down some. Your breath had already started to become labored from his small actions alone, surely stroking his ego more than it was. You wanted to savor the moment, but Frank seemed a bit impatient.

“Lemme have her,” Frank spoke, a bit of a grumble behind his tone. “I got an idea~”

Frank seemed to enjoy simply tugging you along and keeping you out of the loop. Throwing you over his shoulder like he would to carry you to a hook, that instinctual fear almost began to rise. As Frank started to climb the stairs with you, Danny followed behind, looking just as impatient as the other man.

“Don't worry, baby girl,” Danny cooed, patting your cheek some. “You're not going on a hook. We got something better in mind for you!”

On the second floor, there were a few empty rooms with faded memories of what this place once was, long ago. In one of the rooms, there was a large mattress and pillows, cigarette butts littering the ground with the smell of smoke still rather fresh. This was probably Frank's sort of make shift bedroom, if you had to guess... You almost wanted to ask (why, you weren't sure), but the wind was briefly knocked from you as Frank threw your body on the mattress with ease.

“You're gonna love this, kitten,” Frank hummed as you coughed a bit. “All just for you! I know a little whore like you can probably take more... But we'll start here, okay?”

You weren't sure what he meant and you weren't given any time to dwell on it before he rolled you onto your stomach, just as Danny came around to sit on the mattress, close enough to your face that you could practically feel the warmth radiating from his body. Grabbing your hips, Frank lifted your bottom half up to meet his crotch as he let his erection rub against your ass through his jeans. With a chuckle, he shoved his hips forward, forcing your face into Danny's crotch, making you both groan.

“I know you're excited, kitten,” Frank sneered, giving a harsh slap across your ass. “So get to work! I'm sure my friend here would love to see how talented that slut mouth of yours is~”

Propping your torso up just a bit, you looked up at Danny as he began to unfasten his pants, pushing them down a few inches just to make it easier to take his aching erection out. You couldn't help but stare for a moment, impressed by his girth. Damn, were all the killers like this...? Taking your distraction as hesitation, Danny ran his fingers through your hair, gripping tightly as he tugged your head forward a bit.

“I'm not gonna wait all day, bitch,” Danny sneered, purposefully rubbing himself against your lips. You whined a bit at the tight grip he had on your hair before obeying—placing one hand on his thigh to steady yourself as the other gripped the base of his cock. You gave one long, broad lick along the underside of his cock, dragging your tongue up until you flicked it off of the tip. Frank rubbed the side of your ass he slapped earlier, as if silently giving praise at the little show.

“Ohh,” Danny groaned, flashing a smirk down at you. “I can already tell she's used that mouth well before. Think she's tried to use it to bargain for the hatch?”

“Probably,” Frank said with a laugh, giving your ass another slap, causing you to gasp out. “At least, I wouldn't put it past her.”

You could feel yourself throbbing, started to become impatient yourself. But you weren't going to beg—oh no, not yet. To keep yourself quiet, you took a few inches of Danny into your mouth, sucking lightly as if to savor him. Danny groaned and muttered small praises to you, so focused on him that you were deaf to the sound of Frank's zipper being pulled down behind you. When you felt his rubbing the tip of his cock against your slit, you gasped, but were unable to stop the soft moan you gave.

“Oh, you're gonna feel so good around my cock,” Frank cooed, rubbing a bit more incessantly. You started sucking harder around Danny's length, trying not to give in to the feeling of Frank rubbing against you. Trying was the key word, but your body acted first, trying to rub back against him for more friction. He gave a click of his tongue and used his free hand to keep your hips still.

“You want it, kitten,” Frank asked with a mocking tone. “You gotta beg for it~”

Danny yanked your head up and off his cock, making you wince as you glanced up at him. Seeing the smirk on Danny's face made your heart jump and you were all too sure that Frank had the same look on his face. Flushed, you chewed your bottom lip a bit, as if a bit embarrassed to say it out loud. Frank gave you an encouraging, yet hard, slap across your ass, making you squeal out and tremble a bit.

“P-Please,” you squeaked out, whining as you tried to press back against Frank. “Fuck me, Frank...! Please...!”

“You want my cock in you,” Frank chuckled, giving another smack to your ass. “Say it, bitch!”

“Y-Yes,” you moaned out. “I want your cock in me, Frank! Please!”

“What a total cock slut,” Danny laughed as he brought your face close to his cock again, making sure you had him in your mouth before releasing his hold on your hair. You felt Frank lining himself up, pushing just the tip in before gripping your hips with both hands. Without warning, he suddenly gave a single, sharp jerk of his hips, thrusting himself inside you to the hilt, causing you to lurch forward and deep throat Danny. You almost gagged on him from the sudden force, but Danny only groaned, cursing under his breath.

“Fuck,” Frank groaned, keeping still a moment. “She's tight, too... Damn, she feels good!”

Frank pulled you back some, letting you off of Danny's cock to catch your breath, watching you cough a bit from the surprise forced deep throat. Once you were mostly settled, Danny gripped your hair again to guide you back to his throbbing length, rubbing the back of your head encouragingly. Frank pulled out most of the way before speaking up again.

“That was your warning,” Frank taunted, rubbing his thumbs over your hips. “So you better get ready—'cause I'm not stopping until I've filled you up, got it?”

“Do anything you want to me, Frank,” you whined out, glancing over your shoulder at him as your mind clouded with lust. “Please use me...~”

“Damn,” Danny scoffed, turning your face to him again with an amused grin. “She's a compliant little cock sucker.”

“Ohhh,” Frank cooed, fingers digging into your hips. “You just sealed the deal there, babygirl~”

Listening to Frank, you knew this was your one second to attempt to brace yourself. Taking Danny back into your mouth, you pressed your tongue against the underside of his cock, but let your jaw hang slack. If Frank's “warning” was anything to go by, you wouldn't need to be doing much head movement, anticipating his thrusts would be enough to do that for you.

And that it was. Frank showed no mercy, no easing you into it—no, he immediately started with a rough, somewhat quick pace as each thrust would push you back down onto Danny. You had let yourself go well before this point, so there was no trying to suppress your moans, loud and needy as they were. The small vibrations from your moans sent a shiver up Danny's back as he gripped your hair tight again, seeming to be holding back the urge to straight up fuck your mouth.

“Shit,” Danny hissed, leaning his head back some as he savored the feeling of your mouth. “It's gonna feel so good to cum down your throat!”

The anticipation and promise of his words excited you, more so than you thought as your inner walls clenched down around Frank, drawing a low moan from him.

“Easy, kitten,” he groaned, the bruising grip on your hips never letting up. “I know you're a fucking cumslut—nghh—but no need to rush it~”

Frank's pace started to deepen as he was back to burying himself all the way in with each forward snap of his hips. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as everything started to become overwhelming—the way Danny almost hit the back of your throat every time you were shoved forward, the lewd sounds of skin slapping skin from the force of Frank's hips, the pleasurable throb that came each time Frank's cock rammed against your cervix. You were a mewling, moaning (and if you could move, you'd probably also be writhing) mess between the two men.

You could already feel that familiar heat starting to coil down in you as you practically drooled onto Danny's cock, doing your best to rock your hips back against Frank. His grip was stead-fast, but he seemed to let up just a tad to enjoy you trying to fuck yourself back onto him. It earned you a groan from the man behind you, your wet walls throbbing around him in a pleasurable thrum. You were close, you knew it—but it seemed Frank knew this too.

“What a whore,” Frank groaned as he stilled his hips, swatting Danny's hand away so he could grip your hair instead, wrenching your head off of the other man so you could speak properly. Danny made a groan of protest, but allowed it as he was just as eager to hear your cries. “You wanna cum, bitch?”

“Yes, please,” you whined out, frustrated from being so close to your blissful high.

“Yes, what,” Frank sneered.

“I want to cum...! Please, let me cum!”

“And you wanna take our loads like the good little cumdump you are, right?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes, I-I want to be filled by you both...!”

“Atta girl~”

Frank promptly shoved you back down on Danny as he went back to his brutal pace, close to his own release. As you were shoved down and fucked hard, you finally snapped, your orgasm tearing through your body like a tidal wave. You moaned loud around Danny's length and your pussy clamped down and convulsed around Frank, both being the final push they needed to fill you. Frank bit his lip as he moaned behind you, burying himself all the way before cumming hard inside your willing cunt. Danny gave a few thrusts into your mouth, hand back in your hair, and held your head in place while he released in your mouth, groaning low.

“Swallow you fuckin' cumslut,” Danny growled, keeping a firm grip on the back of your head. You didn't need to be told twice as you swallowed a few times, making sure to take down every last drop. Satisfied, Danny pulled you off of him and released your hair from his grasp. Behind you, you could feel Frank pulling out, taking a moment to admire the view as his cum dripped from you, a few drops hitting the mattress below.

“Damn,” Frank hummed, giving one side of your ass an appreciative rub. “Now that is a good fuck!”

“Fuckin' right,” Danny concurred with a laugh before lifting your chin to meet his eyes. “Give us a sec and we'll get you ready for round two, babygirl. Don't think we're done with you yet~”

[thisisarcanereverie]

What it Means to be Worthy (Thor x Reader)

ULTIMATE MASTERLIST

THERE IS SMUT IN HERE 18+ YOU THIRSTY SONS OF BITCHES.

WARNINGS: unprotected sex (wrap it up pals) Do NOT read unless you are 18+. 

Also I have never written smut before so I hope it’s ok. I honestly couldn’t have written it if I hadn’t been listening to Deity by Valeree (highly recommend listening while reading the smut. It will probably make it better.) 

“Thor,” you called the God of Thunder, “Thor it’s (Y/n).”

You heard a small grunt coming from the living room as you entered through the front door. You immediately went to cover your nose from the stench that invaded your senses upon entering. 

It seemed as though the whole house smelled of rotten food, sweat, and something akin to a pigs feces. It was a smell that you never quite got used to, even after 2 years of smelling it every day. 

You quietly made your way through the house until you saw a sight you were quite used to seeing now. 

Thor on the ground, shirtless, covered in sweat and grime. His beard was filthy from vomit and dandruff and his hair greasy and matted to his head. 

There had been a time where he cared so much about his hair that he got triggered if you had tried to trim it. 

After 2 years of seeing this scene before you, it failed to surprise you. 

Now it just angered you. 

You knew you couldn’t understand the pain he was in, he lost his entire family, half his people, and Asgard. 

Sure, the people of Midgard were generous and gave your people sanctuary, a place for your people to call home once again. 

But that didn’t stop you from missing Asgard’s golden palace and it’s mountains of lush green forests. How you missed running with Thor and Loki through those forests after dark to get to the highest peak you could to watch the glittering of the gold during sunrise. 

You had been playmates with the Princes since infancy. You had trained and fought alongside them in battle, joined them in celebrations after each conquest, mourned the loss of Frigga with them. 

You went with Thor all those years ago to retrieve Loki and joined the Avengers with him. 

But now the Avengers were gone, long since disbanded before the battle of Wakanda. 

You weren’t angry at him, your anger was towards the cruel fate that had befallen your precious friends. You had cared for Loki, almost as much as Thor if not equal to. 

If you were honest, you weren’t in better shape. Your grief had taken hold of you as well. Your kind smile had turned cynical. Anyone who tried to get close to you often was met with your icy glare and scoff. 

Thor was the only one who brought out the caring person you once were. 

With a deep sigh you expertly walked around the empty booze bottles and to the grieving man before you. Thor may have gotten soft around the middle but he weighed about the same as you slumped his arms around your shoulders. Thor groaned and went pale, his eyes barely opening. 

“C’mon blondie,” you softly spoke, “let’s get you washed up.”

You half dragged the god to the bathroom, he threw up halfway there but you paid no mind. You would clean that after getting him in the shower. 

You didn’t bother stripping him before setting him in the tub. Without warning or mercy you pointed the shower hose directly at his face and turned the water to icy cold. 

Thor yelled at the icy feeling, borderline pleading, for you to turn off the water. However, over the course of 2 years the patience you had for him had worn thin and so you continued to spray until the stench subsided a little. 

Thor was fully awake and sober now, seeing your figure as clear as day tower over him in the tub with a look on your face akin to a mother scolding a misbehaving child. 

Thor felt so small and powerless under your gaze and he loathed it. 

“You could have stopped a while ago.”

“This needs to stop Thor.” 

Your hands motioned to him, Thor once admired those hands and the strength that they had. Now he just found them annoying. 

He found you annoying. 

You came by everyday and pulled him out of his stupor, clean up after him a little, and try to clean him up. You treated him like a child who couldn’t take care of himself and he loathed it so. 

“I am King of Asgard you do not get to tell me what to do.”

“What King would wallow himself in such a way.”

He bolted upright and stood in the tub, successfully towering over your frame, you had gone too far. You didn’t get to say such things to him. 

What Thor didn’t count on was the world getting fuzzy and a little dark when he stood up, so although he towered over you he was as stable as a wind chime. 

You held onto his frame to prevent him from falling flat onto his face. You felt Thor stiffen under your touch. 

You knew Thor was now sensitive and insecure in areas he never was before. 

It seemed like yesterday that he was admiring himself in one of Asgard’s golden mirrors, his long hair had looked like spun gold in Asgard’s sunlight and his figure was that befitting of a god. 

But none of that had ever mattered to you, even when Thor became full of himself to the point of him being ill tempered and arrogant, you couldn’t find it in yourself to ever give up on him. 

Not that you tried to give up on him anyways.

Loki had asked you one day why you didn’t. Why didn’t you give up on the golden prince when he clearly would never feel the same way. 

“I love him too much to be without him. Even if that means watching him parade himself around as a peacock and watch women fly to him like bees to honey.” 

Then Thor was banished and the only reason why you didn’t follow was due to Loki’s intervening. 

Then Thor met Jane Foster. 

The memory of the beautiful scientist brought back bittersweet memories. You had never seen Thor so deep in love, and that made you both sad and happy. 

Happy that he finally found someone who could keep him humble and who he loved just as much as you loved him. 

Sad that when you often caught Thor daydreaming, that it wasn’t you he was daydreaming about. 

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and sat the giant on the edge of the tub while you went to gather fresh clothes for him. 

You gathered a simple sweatshirt and pants for him to pull on once he was finished with his shower. 

As you set the clothes beside the sink you couldn’t help but feel the gnawing feeling in the deepest parts of your heart and the nagging thoughts in your head. 

You knew that Thor was hellbent on this self destructive path and you knew that there was nothing you could possibly do to prevent it. 

It was either you let Thor drown himself in his despair or you let him drown you with it as well. 

You had accepted long ago that Thor would never see you as anything more than what you had always been. 

His playmate since infancy. 

The girl who got a starry look every time he entered a room. 

You had saved up money from the jobs you had worked over the past 2 years, you finally saved up enough to get away from New Asgard. Leave its people to the hands of their self pitying King and Val. 

It wasn’t like they needed you or the other way around. 

No one would notice your absence. 

You began to pick up around Thor’s home, recycling empty liquor bottles and trashing pizza boxes and rotted food. Vacuuming the carpets and dusting here and there. 

This will be the last time you do as such. 

You needed to leave, staying here and wallowing in Thor’s despair and depression as much as your own wasn’t good for you. And you knew deep down you had been enabling him, every time you cleaned his house and washed and fed him you knew that he only got worse and that you were supporting him when you did this. 

You needed to leave for Thor’s sake as much as your own. 

You wondered how long it would take him to notice. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell Thor, you doubt he would even care at this point. 

The walk back to your house was only a few minutes, having moved into the house closest to his in case of emergency. 

Most of your things were packed and already in your apartment in New York waiting for you. Well things of value, the rest you had sold online, it was amazing what the internet could do. By far one of the greatest inventions on Midgard in your opinion. 

All that was left to do was, pack a few pieces of clothing and toiletries. 

And write a goodbye letter to Thor explaining where you went and why. 

You had avoided writing it, not wanting to say goodbye. Not wanting Thor to not care. 

It wasn’t like you were completely leaving Thor, Valkyrie (Val as you called her) assured you that she would make sure he didn’t starve or drink himself to an early grave. 

You trusted her to make good on her promise. 

You leaving wasn’t even your idea in the first place, Val had tried to get you to leave a year earlier, but you were too stubborn to leave then. 

You grabbed the piece of stationary and began to write. 

‘Thor, 

By the time you're sober enough to read this I’ll already be gone. I don’t predict that I’ll be back. 

Val will be making sure you don’t starve or drink yourself into an early grave in my place. 

I just can’t do this anymore Thor. 

I had loved you since we were but children running around the palace gardens, I still do. However I accepted the fact that you could never see me as anything more than your old playmate and dear friend so long ago. 

I had tried to be by your side in a supporting role no matter how much it had hurt me. 

When you became an arrogant ass I tried my hardest to explain away your tantrums. 

When you came back from banishment I listened to you swoon over Lady Jane Foster with a smile on my face even though it tore me apart. 

I had stayed with you, took care of you. It took me so long to realize that I had just been enabling you this entire time. 

I had been supporting your self destructive behavior and I refuse to play that part any longer. I need to leave, not just for me but for you. 

You need to sort through your emotions, you need to learn how to handle yourself by yourself. You need me not holding your hand when you do that. 

I need to discover for myself what it means to be worthy-’

A loud pounding at your door disrupted your train of thought as you wrote. Normally no one would bother you, not unless it had to deal with Thor. 

The floorboards creaked as you made your way to your door. The pounding had not ceased until you flew the door open to reveal Thor. 

His hair was still damp from his shower and the sweats you had picked out were already stained from the beer he held in one hand. His sky blue eye was hidden behind dark shades. 

“(Y/n),” Thor said, “I need a thing.”

“Thor right now isn’t a good time.” 

“Don’t worry Lady (Y/n) it won’t take even a second I’ll be in and out.” Thor assured, flashing you a smile that could make your legs go weak. Despite how much hurt you were in you were still no match for Thor’s charms. 

“What thing do you need?”

“Just a thing I’ll know the name of it when I see it.” 

You stepped aside as you let Thor in, hoping that he won’t notice the lack of furniture or the note left on the table. You decided to let him be while you went and finished packing whatever was in the bathroom. After that you went back to the living area where you had left the note only to see Thor sitting on the couch, his fingers clenching the paper tightly. He had taken his shades off, the deep dark circles stood out against his skin a tribute to how tired he truly was. 

He looked up and you were taken aback by the sorrow that filled his eyes. red rimmed the blue eye as fresh tears began to fall. 

“You weren’t supposed to read that yet.” 

“And when was I supposed to read it then?! When you were god knows where you will be!” His voice bellowed as tears continued to fall down his cheek. 

“Thor please don’t yell.” 

“No (Y/n)!” he cut you off, “you,” his finger pointed at you, his gaze as intense as lightning, “you don’t get to leave like this. You don’t get to leave me too.”

“Thor I don’t have a choice,” you argue, “I need to let you go. I need to find who I am without you and you need-”

“DO NOT TELL ME WHAT I NEED!” 

You could hear thunder roaring in the distance outside, lightning danced around his fingers faintly. Thor had never scared you, but right now you were close to it. 

“Thor,” you say calmly hoping somehow your calm tone will calm the God of Thunder, “I’m sorry for choosing the cowards way, I wanted to avoid this.”

“Did you truly think you would be able to avoid me for long.” The lightning had yet to cease but his eyes seemed to stop glowing ever so slightly. 

“I didn’t think you would have noticed for at least a few days.” 

“Why would you think I wouldn’t notice immediately?” He asked like it was the most incredulous question. He took a step closer to you while you took a step back. Thunder still roared outside and lightning still curled around his fingers. Thor furrowed his eyes in confusion until he finally seemed to hear the thunder storm outside and realize he had scared you. 

Thor had scared you. 

Immediately the pain in his chest worsened with the guilt that he had scared you. That he had so little control over his powers when he was so emotional. Slowly he closed his eyes and he took a deep breath in and out. He then felt his powers subside and the thunder had stopped. 

You could see his shoulders hunch forward with shame and you instictivly placed a hand over his shoulder to comfort him. Thor was quick to envelop your hand with his. Holding onto your hand for dear life. 

Your eyes then met, closer than you had ever been before. 

“What thing were you looking for?” you asked softly, “you said you came over for a thing.”

“I lied,” Thor admitted softly, “I just didn’t want to be alone.” 

The next thing you knew was the faint taste of beer and blueberries on your lips and strong, calloused hands making their way to your shoulders. 

Thor was just as good a kisser as you imagined. Lips moving expertly over your own, moving against yours so desperately. Like a man dying of thirst. 

You knew you should push him off of you, but for one second you wanted to enjoy his lips on yours. Kissing you like you had always wanted to kiss him. 

You moved your lips against his, relishing every moment. Because you knew you wouldn’t be able to kiss him again. 

Only when Thor's hands traveled to your waist did you break away. Albeit, you couldn’t push him further than just enough to give you some breathing space. 

“Thor,’ you said, “you’re drunk you don’t want this.” 

‘When will you stop telling me what I want and don’t want.” His lips moved from your lips to the corner of your mouth and slowly made their way to your neck. 

“Thor I do not want this if your reasoning is impaired.”

“I appreciate the thought dear one, but I only had half a beer tonight.” 

Asgardians could handle their booze well, especially Thor. For Thor to be the least bit intoxicated he would have had to drink 3 large bottles of Asgardian booze. However, when it came to Midgard it took 4 large barrows of Midgardian beer for it to have the same effect on him. Thor mostly drank it for the taste.

“Unless you would rather I stop.” Thor said, before his hands had removed themselves from your waist you stopped them. 

With every ounce of passion in you, you grabbed a handful of his long hair and pressed your lips to his. 

It was a mess of passionate and needy kisses and moans. Thor’s battle-worn hands had roamed over your body in a desperate need to feel you. 

He was quick to rid you of your shirt, hands feeling every inch of naked skin as he could. Holding you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded to the earth. 

You moaned as his hands found your breasts, his large hands covering them over your bra. Your hands made quick work with your bra, removing the suffocating fabric before lifting Thor’s shirt. 

you felt him stiffen as you rid him of his shirt. 

He wasn’t as muscular as he had been 2 years ago, however it took more than 2 years to completely diminish what his body had been. Although his stomach had softened as well as his arms. You didn’t care in the slightest, loving Thor in every shape he came in. 

Your hands lovingly brushed over his torso as you began to leave open mouthed kisses down his neck, over his chest, it wasn’t until you were at the waistband on his sweatpants did he bring you back up and kissed you with fiery passion. 

Thor laid you in front of the fireplace that you forgot you lit a while ago. Honestly a little surprised that the fire was still going. 

You didn’t have much time to think about that as you felt Thor’s lips travel  from your neck and over your breasts. Your nails scratched the floor beneath you as you felt him at the waistband of your jeans. 

You felt Thor pause and you looked at him. 

“Are you sure dear one?” 

Your heart melted at the new nickname, as you nodded to him. However that wasn’t enough for the blonde adonis as he traveled up your body and littered your neck in open mouth kisses. 

“I need to hear you say you want this dear one.” 

“Please Thor,” you pleaded as he ground his hips into yours slowly, your hips meeting his as his pace slows even more successfully driving you insane. 

“I need you Thor.”

“What do you need dear one?”

“I need you to finish what we started.” 

With that Thor slammed his lips on yours as he rid you of your pants, underwear included. He leaned back and his eyes drank in your figure illuminated by the fire light. You were breathtaking, any one would buckle at the sight of you. 

Pride swelled in Thor’s heart as this view was reserved for him only. 

Just as you were about to say something you felt Thor’s beard tickle the inside of your thigh and without warning Thor dived in. 

Your hands immediately flew to his hair and grabbed fists full of it, anything to tether you to reality. 

As Thor worked his magic on your bundle of nerves your moans filled the empty house. Thor moaned as your grip on his hair tightened which sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. Thor lifted your legs over his shoulders and gripped your thighs firmly as his tongue worked faster. 

Just as you were about to reach your blissful release you felt him pull away. Your arousal practically dripped from his lips onto his beard. 

He rid himself of the last piece of clothing before capturing your lips once again. Unlike the kisses from before, this was gentle and sweet. You could taste yourself on his lips as he tenderly kissed you. 

You slowly ran your hands over his chest, committing him to memory. 

Thor pulled away from your lips as he entered you. 

Your mouth let out a silent scream of pleasure as Thor let out a shaky breath of pleasure. Thor waited for a few seconds, relishing in the feeling of you around him before finally moving his hips against yours. 

Thor was soft and slow in his thrusts, making sure to worship every part of you. His lips were everywhere, from your face to your breasts. 

You met in time with his thrusts. The only sound in the room being your shaky breaths, moans of pleasure, and skin on skin. And it sounded like a chorus to you. 

Thor’s thrusts became erratic and unyielding, the knot in your stomach was on the verge of bursting when Thor whispered in your ear. 

“Let go dear one, I’ll catch you.”

With that the knot had become undone, leaving your body shaking from the overwhelming pleasure. 

Thor had not been too far behind you before he too reached his climax. 

Thor laid down beside you, still coming down from his high. You laid your head on his chest and he instinctively wrapped his arms around you. 

This was everything you had ever wanted, to lay beside Thor with his arm beside you. Well almost everything. 

As Thor began to play with the ends of your head as you replayed the past two years in your head. 

“I think you may have been right.” Thor broke the silence, you lifted your head off his chest to see his gaze distant as he stared at the ceiling. 

“When have I ever been anything otherwise.”

Thor’s chest rumbled in laughter as unshed tears began to fill his eyes. He refused to cry, not now. 

“I agree that you need to leave dear one.” Thor’s voice cracked, “I have become a pitiful king to my people, but I have been an even worse friend to you.” his eyes left their place on the ceiling and rested on your face. “You have been faithfully by my side ever since either of us could remember. You had defended me when I didn’t deserve it and loved me when no one did. Not even myself.” His calloused hand caressed your cheek, thumb brushing the tears that had escaped your eyes away. “you don’t deserve to drown in my despair with me. You deserve a life of adventure and you deserve the time to figure out who you are.” You pressed your forehead to his as tears leaked out. “I need to let you go.”

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Thor had spent the night committing every touch and every scent to memory. He had no idea when his feelings for you grew to such lengths but he knew now that he had figured it out much too late. 

He wasn’t the man you deserved by your side. 

Thor waved you off at the airport and watched as the metal contraption took you away from his side for the first time since his banishment all those years ago. 

He hoped that if you returned he would be a man worthy of you again. 

Thor only wished he knew where to start.