#not entirely sure i agree but it is fascinating to play with the possibilities

[facefullofsadness]

when succubus!winrina are summoned

g!p demon!jiminjeong x human!reader

smut, 2k wc

happy extremely belated birthday (like can I even classify this as a bday post anymore?) to the most annoying person I know @aliceiwk because she didn't wanna tell me her bday even though I was gonna find out eventually bc I was gonna post this ANYWAY. is late as FUCK (literally an entire month PLUS late omg) bc of school, travel, other reasons wtv, but that wasn't gonna stop me!!! soooo yes mwah mwah lub u enjoy ur jiminjeong threesome!!

when yizhuo and aeri had the bright idea of doing a silly little demon summoning session for funsies, you screamed at them in horror. what the actual fuck kind of idea is that? the two girlfriends' justification was simply for shits and giggles! I mean, that shit isn't real anyway, right? there's no ACTUAL fucking shot demons would come to haunt you guys if you tried conjuring em up!

somehow, someway, yall ended up in a circle with some candles, some salt, a shady looking book, and a dark ass room. being in the actual moment sent chills down your spine, the summer nights being quite cold to accompany such a stupid idea you and your friends were going through with. when your last minute effort to back out, stop, and instead watch horror movies to get their spooky fill failed, the two girls begin flipping pages of the book.

"what aboutttt demon of gluttony?" the small girl asks, pondering which demon to summon.

"there's not a lot of things to do with that," the taller girl replies, one arm propped up behind her girlfriend, checking her nails on the other hand.

"demon of wrath?"

"we've all got enough anger combined to need that one."

"demon of sloth!"

"fuck does that even mean?"

"ooohhhh!! y/n desperately needs this one, demon of lust."

"oh, perfect!"

"hey wait what is that supposed to mean?!" you butt in.

"now now, it's okay to badly want head! we're just helping you out!"

aeri raises her hands up and reaches out to pull you into the chair placed in the middle of a pentagram surrounded in candles. you put your face in your hands, shaking your head at the reality of what was currently happening.

"now just sit tight and soon enough you'll stop complaining about your celibacy!"

performing the ritual was goofier than you expected it to be. with the accompaniment of yizhuo's unserious reading of the spell, aeri's cackle everytime her girlfriend stuttered, and forgetting to pause the music, having txt's blue hour playing in the background, it was hard to take anything seriously. having to go through with the summoning ritual twice because the first time was so botched, thinking doing it again would make sure it "worked".

unsurprisingly, nothing happened. ning was disappointed, to which aeri had to kiss away her pout, but you were relieved because what the fuck would have possibly happened if it worked? you sent the girls home after making them clean the stupid ritual up, collapsing on your mattress and passing out.

in the dead of night, two figures emerge from the shadows, the darkness of your room enveloping the strangers. you're completely asleep, your peaceful breathing and spinning ceiling fan the only white noise to mask the echoey voices across the room.

"what are you doing here?"

"I was summoned, I could ask the same question to you."

"why would I purposefully go somewhere you are?"

"it's simple, you're obsessed with me or something."

"not as obsessed as you are with me."

the shadowy figures huff in the darkness before staring back at your slumbering body.

one of them smirks and scoffs, "horny slut must've summoned both of us."

"how fascinating, I was worried it was gonna be a man again," the other figure tilts her head to the side, observing your sleeping face.

"ugh, one thing we can finally agree on, men aren't nearly as fun or tempting as women."

the being observing your face brushes a strand of hair out of your eyes, "girls are just so delicious."

the two look at each other and exchange a sinister smile, almost agreeing to be civil through eye contact.

"then let's have our fun tonight yeah, winter?"

"only if you share, karina."

you were awoken to your body being thrown around, your back sinking into the mattress, wrists pinned on either side of you, eyes shooting open with a gasp, shaking you out of your sleep. foggy sight clearing and eyes adjusting to the darkness slowly as two figures come into view, women (?), or as your mind would rationalize them to be.

two shadowy women with rustic obsidian horns growing through their skulls, dark tails swaying behind them, black leather-like wings spanning out from their backs, and dark red orbs emanating aura from their eyes. you're frozen into place, your eyes doing all the talking as they observe the figures pinning you down with their talon-like claws, skimpy leather outfits hugging the pale women's milky skin.

you want to scream, thrash, do something, but all you can do is stare at them, eyes darting back and forth between the dark-haired and blonde creatures.

"awww, look at her, such an innocent little thing," the blonde coos, her voice reverberating, almost as if she had a filter over it.

the dark haired girl replies, voice heavy with reverb and seduction, "but she's not, she needed to be fucked senseless by two of us, isn't that right?"

you're speechless, mouth opening to answer but no noise escaping. no way... was this a result of that stupid summoning ritual you guys did earlier that night? it... worked? BOTH TIMES???

"can't speak, can you? do humans not understand what consequences of your actions mean? didn't your people come up with that saying?" the darker one pouts, pulling back from your face to straddle one of your legs, knee slotting itself perfectly between your thighs.

the blonde one giggles, her sinister tone sending shivers down your spine, "fuck I cannot wait to consume you, you're extremely enticing."

somehow, you speak, voice heavy with confusion, fear, and exhaustion, "what the fuck are you?"

the two exchange a sly smirk, looking at each before turning back to you, "exactly what you asked for, demons of lust."

succubus, it had clicked in your head as you further observed their features, feeling their nails digging into your skin, the pain confirming you were in fact not dreaming.

"don't worry little one, we'll give you everything you want."

the blonde demon's tail wraps around both of your wrists, the dark-haired demon releasing you from her grip, letting the other pin your hands down and back above you. the blonde settles next to your head, her crotch emanating heat in front of your face. she takes a handful of your hair and grips the back of your head, pulling your face up and lowering herself to meet you, your scalp stinging in her hold.

"be a good fucking whore and let us do what we want with you, you'll enjoy every second of it."

she pushes your cheek against her crotch, her addicting scent filling your nose, feeling her hard appendage press against your face. meanwhile, the dark-haired girl between your thighs digs her knee against your core, whimpering at the pressure, having only worn panties and a t-shirt to bed.

the taller girl's cold hands grip your exposed thighs, digging her nails into your skin, making you hiss. she trails her hands under your shirt, ghosting her fingers over your waist and dragging her claws across your stomach. her hands are greedy, moving at a moderate pace but every touch is so intense and rough, knuckles now rubbing against your soaking underwear, friction brushing against your clit.

everything happens so fast as you swear you black out every few seconds the more their touches advance on your body. before you know it, you're choking on the demon called winter, the other succubus grinding her knee against your bare pussy being karina. you moan against the blonde's cock as she thrusts mercilessly into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as tears spill from your eyes, the pleasure from the dark-haired girls needy hands on your hips forcing your body to roll against her knee with your panties pushed to the side, cunt leaking with your juices, making the movements slick, your eyes rolling back at the sensation.

"yeah little slut? like that big cock in your throat? can't speak huh? fucking whore," winter degrades above you, holding your head with both of her hands to control just how relentlessly she ruins your throat.

karina chuckles darkly below you, watching her pull away and lower her face to your pulsing core, "she is a whore, just look at how fucking wet this bitch is. she's practically a waterfall of cum."

through blurry, tear-filled eyes, you watch as karina's split tongue circled your hot clit, feeling its unforgiving movements dance across your aching slit as it flicks against your bud and hole simultaneously somehow. not that you question it, falling into an inevitable sub-space, your mind completely broken just as quickly as they had started fucking you.

you feel winter's member so deeply down your throat, it bulges in your neck, her rugged panting and breathing making the onslaught of your body worth it. all your noises are choked and silent however, karina's skillful mouth maneuvering your burning insides and throbbing outsides, the hums from her throat vibrating against your entire pussy. the sensation of winter's creamy cum flowing down your throat makes you roll your eyes back, not needing to swallow as her load slides down your esophagus easily.

"couldn't you be at least a little patient?" an annoyed karina pulls away from your pussy to complain, tugging your limp body up against her chest, winter's cock slipping from your swollen mouth.

the blonde's heavy breathing is accompanied by a reverberating chuckle as she responds, "don't be jealous, you get to taste the bitch's pussy, I should be the aggravated one."

the taller girl replies with a grunt, "fine, but I'm cumming in her cunt first."

"oh no, we're sharing that fucking hole," you feel the other succubus' body heat on your back, pressing her front against you, her still hard monster cock tapping against your ass.

"you are so fucking annoying," karina mumbles before pulling out her hard dick and slipping it between your folds, collecting your slick, pushing into your tight hole as you scream painfully at the intrusion.

she immediately sets an unforgiving pace, mercilessly pounding her throbbing member into your aching heat, holding you against her chest by your waist, your face in her shoulder as you sobbed in pain, the pleasure slowly creeping in. the girl behind you spits on her dick, spreading the saliva before forcing herself in you too, joining karina's relentless thrusting. tears flow from your eyes as bloodcurdling screams escape your already sore throat, the two demons' lengthy and girthy cocks tearing your tight cunt apart, drool leaking from your mouth as your brain abandons consciousness, completely broken and ruined from them fucking you.

winter pants against your ear as her hands sink into your hips, drilling you from behind, "you're gone now, aren't you doll? you've become our little cumslut to treat like a toy, haven't you?"

her words don't process in your fucked out head, nodding mindlessly to her question.

karina against you moans as your pussy squeezes around both of them, pushing in as winter pulls out, "taking us so well, little whore. that's right, be the good fucking slut you are and take it. take all of it."

they continue to absolutely annihilate your insides with their aggressive ramming, never stopping as they used your body like a sextoy, throwing you around like a ragdoll, pounding into you like you were just their property. the sound of wet skin slapping together and their loud, frustrated breathing filled your barely functioning auditory senses as you feel both of them stiffen against you, hot cum filling you, stuffing you full of their seed.

your lifeless body slumps against karina's front, winter holding you up as someone, unsure of who due to your barely conscious state, breathlessly comments against your ear, "we're far from finished, little one."

and they keep their word, not stopping the entire night, their split tongues working in tandem on each of your nipples, lapping at both of your holes as they seep pleasure, their cocks exploring every inch of your greedy orifices, letting you feel every bit of lust they harbor towards your mortal body. they fuck you until you break, until they ruin every part of you, until your begs and pleads grow silent, until time ceases to exist, the only thing in your sorry brain you can possibly process are karina and winter. and maybe when you're free, you'll thank aeri and yizhuo.

a/n: yeah their cocks probably have ridges and stuff but I didn't think about that while writing it, maybe next time <3 #welovemonstercock !!! can this even be classified as a short like this shit is long, oh whale

[kisakis-boyfriend]

What kind of suggestive piercings they'd have pt. 1 - Tokyo Rev Headcannons

Takemichi

If this sweet boy was ever going to have a piercing that's not on his ears, I think he'd have nipple piercings

And you would happily take advantage of this because he's so so soooo much more sensitive now

Playing with his chest was fun before, but now? He turns into a whimpering mess with tears rolling down his sweet cheeks if you touch his chest

It's hard not to tease him too. His reactions are just too cute! Squealing and squeaking, whimpering and moaning, even when you don't catch him by surprise he still jumps at the contact every time now

Mikey

Honestly? I can picture him with a belly button piercing. He just gives me those vibes

But also nipple piercings because they'd look so damn cute on him

Flashy bars decorating his perky little buds while you pinch them, ripping a shrill moan from Mikey 💛

This would also give him an excuse to go shirtless around you more often or wear cropped shirts and hoodies for you 👀

Draken

Dick piercing. Full stop

Maaaayyybbeeee nipple piercings too? I can picture him with both

But definitely a dick piercing. And yes he's eager to see what it feels like when you suck him off now

The first time your tongue swirls around the cold metal situated near the tip, Draken throws his head back so far he nearly falls over

You definitely don't use this newfound sensitivity to your advantage.... no siree, wouldn't even dream of it 😏

Mitsuya

Also dick piercing. Also full stop

And yes he is going to take advantage of the fact that this turns you on

But don't worry, Mitsuya melts pretty quickly when you're stroking his dick and fucking into him

Taking the opportunity to tease him about his cute new jewelry as he keens from your ministrations

Baji

Hmm...perhaps a tongue piercing? Possibly nipple piercings too though

For sure he is going to tease you with his tongue. Honestly he'll be pretty insufferable about it, but you don't really mind

It feels so fucking good when he sucks you off/rims you/eats you out... 🤤

And Baji fucking loves doing that so, win win situation right?

Now about Baji with pierced nipples... 👀

Sensitive as fuck. Literally begs you to play with his chest sometimes

Kazutora

I think he'd be fascinated by nipple piercings

They look super cool and he enjoys teasing you soooo :)

Wears tight tank tops so that the bars are clearly visible, tempting you to touch them and suck on his chest

You do, of course. Pushing him up against the wall or down onto the nearest surface, lifting up his shirt roughly and latching onto his cute tits

Kazutora whines the entire time, hands tangled in your hair, occasionally tugging at the roots while you moan around his nipples

Kokonoi

Listen...we can all agree that Koko has Big Slut Energy, ok? He'd want any and every suggestive piercing and tattoo placement

Koko with a tongue piercing is the most obvious, I think. Every time he sticks out his tongue there's a pretty little rod sticking through it, flashing as the light bounces off of it

Nipple piercings because he knows that he has a pretty little chest. You know you want to touch them, so just come over here and play with him to your heart's content 💖

A belly button piercing that entices you to grab his slim waist whenever you catch a peek of stomach whilst Koko stretches

A dick piercing that he shows off whenever possible. Letting the head peek out of his underwear and hoping you'll notice and touch him

If Koko has any combination of these he's going to be very sore from all of the rough fucking that's going to come of it. It's not your fault that you can't keep your hands off of him when he's always tempting you anyways!

Inui

Nipple and dick piercings 100%

Honestly he gets a little shy when you stare so much, though he knows how attractive you find him

He was gorgeous before, now he has shiny jewelry in the most sensitive places and you're just... not supposed to lick your lips at the mere sight? 🤔

Sorry, Inupi. Prepare to have your chest groped from behind and a hand down your pants often

His sounds spur you on even more too. Inui whimpers a lot and it's one of the hottest sounds, especially when you know it's because of your touch 🥵

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[k-s-morgan]

Hello! Could you please talk about Bedelia’s feelings regarding hannibal and her dynamic with him? it’s not just professional curiosity and we know she has some darkness but not like him or Will. So why is she so invested in hannibal? Going willingly with him to Europe, presumably sleeping with him and even goading him into killing and eating Will. She had already skipped town once and acknowledge he was dangerous, so why not stay as far away as possible?

Hi - sure!

I think Bedelia has a very high self-esteem and a painfully strong sense of curiosity, plus some darkness that she prefers to keep dormant. She always knew that Hannibal is dangerous, but she still continued therapy with him, genuinely trying to understand him, too fascinated to back off. She says she tried to refer him to another doctor, but based on their interactions, she truly enjoys sessions with him, likely because she feels in control. In S1, when Hannibal reaches out, she backs away, never letting him close but keeping him interested enough to keep him coming to see her. It's like she's playing a game of her own, getting to know this unique man in a person suit, understanding she's the only one he can more or less confide in, and enjoying her power. But the balance begins to shift when Will appears and when Bedelia realizes she underestimated the depth of Hannibal's depravity. Hannibal is focused on Will entirely now, he doesn't need Bedelia all that much, and she doesn't like it because losing Hannibal's interest means becoming disposable. As she sees more and more of the real Hannibal, she freaks out and runs.

Another shift comes when she sees him after Mizumono and agrees to escape with him. Bedelia thinks she holds control again: Will is gone, Hannibal is a wreck who desperately needs council, and she feels confident about her own importance. Hannibal tells her, "I never found you to be lacking," which she likely takes as a certainty that she's never been disposable, after all. In that shower scene, it's obvious how she gradually relaxes and becomes lazily arrogant. She thinks she can step forward now, getting to know Hannibal even better, behind the veil, being the one who'll gather the pieces of him, and also satisfying her curiosity along with a morbid and mostly latent fascination with darkness, as well as basking in knowledge that someone as dangerous and unique as Hannibal needs her.

All these motivations are gone as soon as she understands that Hannibal is not only not over Will but that he's also casually planning to kill her (in E1 of S3). She didn't expect it, based on her reaction, at least not this soon. That's where Bedelia starts another game with the aim to survive. Trying to get Hannibal to focus entirely on Will is the strategy she considers winning because Will is the only thing she can genuinely distract him with from his plans about her. If Hannibal is busy hunting Will, probably killing him and then destroying himself over it, she will have more chances of escaping to safety unnoticed.

Here is another post about Bedelia and her dynamic with Hannibal that you might be interested in. It focuses more on S3.

[woman-of-many-fandoms]

So I had AI come with with a conversation between the 3 Spocks, 3 Kirks and 2 McCoys. This is just for humor, not to start an AI discussion/argument so please none of that :)

SNW Spock: Fascinating. I am still grappling with the implications of my human-Vulcan heritage. The emotional and logical aspects of my nature often conflict.

TOS Spock: Indeed, young one. The key to balance lies in embracing both aspects, yet prioritizing logic. Emotional control is crucial for a Vulcan.

AOS Spock: (pausing, reflecting) I have walked the fine line between logic and emotion, often finding myself at odds with my own feelings. The needs of the many can be a heavy burden.

SNW Spock: I struggle with the weight of responsibility, too. As a younger Spock, I am still learning to navigate the complexities of command and diplomacy.

TOS Spock: Your inexperience can be an asset, SNW Spock. Fresh perspectives can lead to innovative solutions. Remember, logic and experience are not mutually exclusive.

AOS Spock: (nodding) And do not forget, the power of intuition. Sometimes, logic must be tempered with instinct and compassion.

SNW Spock: Your words are wise, AOS Spock. I will consider them as I continue on my journey.

TOS Spock: Indeed, the journey is lifelong. We must always strive to improve, to refine our logic and our character.

AOS Spock: (smiling slightly) And to find balance within ourselves. The universe is full of contradictions; we must learn to embrace them.

SNW Kirk: Gentlemen, I'm still getting used to the captain's chair. The responsibility is daunting at times.

TOS Kirk: (smirking) Ah, Jim, you'll find your footing. Just remember, the Enterprise is a ship, not a desk. Get out there and explore!

AOS Kirk: (grinning) Yeah, and don't be afraid to bend the rules a bit. Sometimes you gotta push the limits to get the job done.

SNW Kirk: (laughs) I think I'm still figuring out where the limits are, to be honest. But I'm eager to learn.

TOS Kirk: (serious) Jim, the most important thing is to trust your instincts. You have a good heart and a sharp mind. Don't second-guess yourself.

AOS Kirk: (nodding) And don't be afraid to show a little emotion, either. People respond to passion and conviction.

SNW Kirk: That's good advice, both of you. I'll keep it in mind.

TOS Kirk: (smiling) Just remember, Jim, the Enterprise is a team. Trust your crew, and they'll trust you.

AOS Kirk: (smirks) And don't forget to enjoy the ride, Captain. It's a wild one.

AOS McCoy: (smirking) Well, well, well. Look who's here. The original country doctor.

TOS McCoy: (chuckling) Ah, you're the young whippersnapper who's been playing me in the alternate timeline.

AOS McCoy: (laughs) That's right. I've been trying to fill your boots, but I'm not sure I've been entirely successful.

TOS McCoy: (smiling) I think you've done just fine, son. You've got the cantankerous part down pat.

AOS McCoy: (grinning) Thanks, I think. So, what's it like being a legend?

TOS McCoy: (winks) Oh, it's a real pain in the neck. But someone's gotta do it.

AOS McCoy: (laughs) I can imagine. I've had my share of dealing with Kirk's antics.

TOS McCoy: (chuckles) Ah, yes. Jim Kirk. He's a special one, isn't he?

AOS McCoy: (smirks) That's one way to put it. I've had to patch him up more times than I can count.

TOS McCoy: (laughs) Well, that's what makes life interesting, son. The unexpected.

SNW Kirk: Gentlemen, I think we've got a unique opportunity here. Eight minds, each with their own perspective...

TOS Kirk: (interrupting) And a whole lot of experience, Jim. Let's swap stories!

AOS Kirk: (grinning) Yeah, and maybe learn from each other's mistakes.

SNW Spock: Indeed, Captain. A most...fascinating gathering.

TOS Spock: (raising an eyebrow) I concur, Captain. The possibilities for knowledge sharing are vast.

AOS Spock: (nodding) And perhaps we can find new ways to apply our skills to the challenges we face.

TOS McCoy: (chuckling) And I'm sure we can all agree on one thing: our captains can be a might trying at times.

AOS McCoy: (laughs) Amen to that, brother!

SNW Kirk: (smiling) Hey, we're not that bad!

TOS Kirk: (smirking) Oh, yes, we are, Jim. But that's what makes life interesting.

AOS Kirk: (grinning) And that's what makes our jobs so much fun.

[9w1ft]

This might be too conspiracy-theoryish, but we’re amongst friends… do u think it’s possible that Taylor and Karlie want ppl to think they’ve been apart. So that if things do play out where Taylor formally comes out (let’s be real, she has come out many times lol) we can see they were together and then found their way back to one another? Maroon, for example.

oh yeah for sure i think this is plenty possible, if not more probable than many other scenarios. i think sometimes you might see me or others use the phrasing “public reconciliation” and that, to me, refers to the idea of working towards publicly making amends, finding their way publicly back to one another, and this being something separate from the truth of how they might actually be privately

i think it’s possible because personally, i don’t think taylor would go back and correct the record and be like oh the feuding i made that all up! —at least not anytime soon— because i think that these gaps in their story, a haze, if you will, would be kind of necessary to protect certain parts of their truth. so while i don’t really agree with the idea that they broke up but got back together, i’m not out there actively picking that line of thinking apart as an argument because i think this way of thinking about it is important to have exist given the circumstances of what i think the truth could be.

i’m not saying taylor would make up songs entirely. like, i think taylor can sing about one thing but present it as another. i mean hey, that’s something she’s always done, in a way. that is, she can tick both boxes: songs as a form of personal truth expression and also packaging it as a means to an end.

there is a nice collection of songs that a lot of people have come to consider kaylor breakup songs that i’ve curated other interpretations to, that strongly fit the major beats of what would have had to have transpired over the last several years. since you brought it up as an example, i have an idea that maroon might be about losing the 2016 election, and losing a public reconciliation narrative, as opposed to breaking up, for example. hoax, as a lot of us talked about at the time, can be about actual hurt in a long term relationship without having it be a breakup song. etcetera etcetera. honestly, slowly uncovering these things little by little has been so enthralling and has made albums like folklore and even moreso with evermore and midnights in particular so incredibly fascinating and mind blowing to me in terms of what she might have been able to get away with singing about.

i think that if you spend time with it and think hard enough on it and consider a lot of things, it’s possible to grasp that full picture. but i think that there is also an intentionality to how one can also just accept that they once had a moment and that the feuding narrative pushed by gossip magazines was real and that they (pending it happening of course) found their way back to one another. and in terms of probably never seeing eye to eye with all gaylors on it, well, ive made peace with that 😆

[unfortunatelyilikebnha]

The diffriders are so fucking fascinating to me specifically flare trooper dumjid bc like. You take a dragon mercenary who has seen war and has actively watched many comrades die. His whole thing is that he’s a perfect guard and thus the only one who survived, leading to a fucked up conception of himself as above death. And then you have him possess the body of some kid who presumably agrees to let him see earth bc That’s His Favorite Card And He Thinks He’s Cool and who’s probably like 12 (sorry saori I have no clue how old you are I’m just guessing based off taiyou + hiroki) and just. Walk around on earth (where are saori’s parents btw. Like you could say this about most vanguard characters but where are saori’s parents/guardians/friends do they know what “saori” is up to?? Does anyone who knew him pre-diffride realize how different he’s been acting?). Play a card game where he commands his dead comrades bc shiranui is paying him (which. How is he paying him, earth currency or cray currency? And what IS cray currency for that matter?). The only thing he likes about earth is the music but he is specifically cursed to keep having his headphones break. When a unit who’s diffriding a human dies in the human’s body, both the unit and the human die on both planets, and besides the money dumjid is only on shiranui’s team bc antero/miguel DIED, a fact which he’s fully aware of and iirc derides him for (may be wrong abt that one though). He constantly tells people to die when he’s cardfighting them. He is laid-back about vanguard and doesn’t care much until he loses a cardfight and because loss and death are inextricably linked in his mind he proceeds to get Super Fucked Up About It bc he’s built his entire self image off being The One Who Survives and losing the cardfight is akin to confirming that it’s possible for him to die & he especially can’t accept that Some Random Humans have the ability to take him out. Sometimes he shows his opponents the battlefield and the bodies of his comrades and they really don’t seem to devote much thought to it (like. What??? I get that chrono & friends love vanguard and chrono does address it a little bit but mostly iirc just to say “I don’t think that’s what vanguard actually does/that’s not OUR vanguard”). He’s affected worse and worse with each loss and joins a group trying to end the world to get revenge on the humans who’ve beaten him (iirc unclear whether he knows the success of the destruction of the earth will destroy him too). He becomes the last of the original diffriders - chaos breaker dragon doesn’t count he was diffridden during U20 - to remain on earth, a point which he makes sure to bring up as proof of his superior survival abilities. The kid whose body he’s possessing expresses that he’s not happy about the way dumjid’s acting and dumjid doesn’t give a shit and continues to puppet his body around. Just, everything about him as a character is so fascinating in a concerning way and, like shiranui, he brings up the fact that vanguard is Real in a way that the earth characters don’t really consider - yes they have strong imaginations and genuine attachment to their units, but ultimately they’re playing a card game where even if cards get sent to the drop/damage zones they can come back for the next battle* whereas on cray they’re fighting Actual Battles and the units that die die For Real And Permanently. Unlike shiranui, who eventually began to see vanguard as a method of reunion with his dead friends and decided that what he’d been told about earth vanguard being a direct cause for his friends’ deaths might be wrong, Dumjid never changes his view on earth vanguard after “experiencing death”, so when he finally loses and goes back to cray he’s essentially dragged back clawing and screaming. I don’t know, there’s just something about him that’s sooooo soooo fascinating to me

[desultory-novice]

MariPav Omake Ficlet - “...With Lingering Side Effects”

@driftwoodmfb drew the result(s) of what would happen if you fused MariPav's Marx and Magolor together and for some reason my mind went right to the classic "matter transporter accident" trope. 

So, I wrote a little script bit exploring that very thing...!! (It’s mostly fluffy with a side of thoughtful!)

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<On the ship>

Magolor: "Muahaha... Now THIS is interesting...!"

Marx: "What?"

Magolor: "Did you know, Marx, that the Lor actually has a matter transportation function...for people!"

Marx: "Like a teleportation spell?" "I don't see what the big deal is. I can use teleportation magic. Doesn’t require an Ancient artifact.”

Magolor: "How wonderful for you. Have you considered others for once in your life?" "Now, what's interesting about this is that it's not listed among any of the ship's main systems. It's buried deep within the code. I'm not sure I would have discovered it had I not had to make so many custom routines to speed up data processing to deal with the extreme workload I'm putting on the ship given its power supply. Isn't life is full of little miracles?!"

Marx: "Mags...? Did you stop to consider this function might be hidden because they never got all the bugs figured out?"

Magolor: "We'll find out. As I'm testing it right now!"

Marx: "...Heh! Good luck not getting turned inside out!"

Magolor: "Same to you. Heh heh heh."

Marx: "...Huh?"

Magolor: "I'm teleporting us both! Simultaneously. For safety's sake."

Marx: "S-Safet--?! Hey, hey, hey! Hold up, you mad scient---!"

---

<BWEEM to just outside the volcano>

???: "...iiiiiist.......?"

???: "Huh. We didn't end up trapped inside a rock like I feared we would. But of course, I trusted myself the entire time. No I didn't? I thought that was insane. How long have I been living on this crazy planet that I've taken to experimenting with poor, innocent, positively-fascinating-though-often-annoying creatures like myself to... Hmm?? Why am I...both of us...?!"

Margolox: "Wha--ooh, hey, this is...fascinating!"

Margolox: "Also, I have...legs again. Except I've always had legs. Not...always...? Mostly, then. Mostly...?? Well, hmm, I'll just have to agree to disagree on this with myself, won't I? No, it's the hands are new. Are they really? Completely new? In this form? Yes, didn’t I explain that to myself? Interesting. Then I'd love to know what's different about them. Though I already know, don't I...? I know...so much... Two lifetimes worth..."

Margolox: "There are so many memories now. Conflicting ones. And ones that feel...frighteningly similar. And memories I don't want to touch. Are those MY memories that I'm afraid to revisit...or do I want to avoid them because they are MINE and I'm the one looking at them, not myself? Is it because I'm me and not me that I'm afraid to let myself get any closer to me? But...if I'd know that I was so much like me, maybe...I wouldn't have to be afraid to let myself in a little..."

---

<BWEEM to back inside the ship>

Marx: "...GAH!!!!'

Magolor: "...Ah..."

Marx: "What the hell, Mags?!" "...Huh? We're ourselves again?!"

Magolor: "...Yes. What, did you think I HADN'T planned for the possibility of this orphaned routine accidentally scrambling our data together and fusing us into an amalgamate being? (We have entertainment programs on Halcandra. I know my sci-fi tropes!)" "I set several failsafes and some very generous rollback code to restore us to our original physiological patterns after a set period of time if any of the expected anomalies occurred."

Marx: "Maybe you’re a genius after all? Doesn't make you any less of a mad scientist though!"

Magolor: "You like the fact that I play fast and loose with my morals."

Marx: "Who said I do?"

Magolor: "...Your mind."

Marx: "...!!!"

Magolor: "Though I need to correct you on your assumptions. It's not purely thrill-seeking on my part. My choices are born from necessity--"

Marx: "I know. I...saw...the the stuff you had to go through..."

Magolor: "...Mm......"

Marx: "It messes with your head to have other people's thoughts in there, I know..."

Magolor: "Yes... And yet...as galling as the invasion of privacy was..."

Both: " "..." "

Both: ((..I found it strangely comforting...))

Magolor: "W-well...I say we break on repairs for the day!" "The one thing I hadn't planned for was the, err, let's call it a mental toll. I may need some time...to sort through things a little."

Marx: "Same."

Magolor: "...Marx?"

Marx: "Yeah, Mags...?"

Magolor: "..." "Nothing."

<They head off in opposite directions>

Both: (( ...It was maybe the first time I didn't feel so alone...))

Both: (( ...now that feeling's gone...and all that's left is emptiness...))

<Later>

Marx: (My legs...hurt. My back too. Like I could never get comfortable. It hurt the whole time we were fused together. Magolor can’t be in that much pain constantly...can he...?)

Magolor: (Marx’s mind... It was so crowded with-...I don’t even know WHAT that was... But I don’t understand how he can concentrate on anything when his brain is always screaming...)

[porcubus]

throwing you a netzach and carmen for the character quastions thing go crazey my liege.

Yayy These wont be excellent because it is 5am and im using my multiple multi tasking powers

Lets go netzheads

favorite thing about them

this is hard to say.his careless and suicidal swag entranced me

least favorite thing about them

His careless and suicidal swag

favorite line

Probably just his whole spiel in the first part of his 1-1 story in lobcorp.Very straightforward we just got here

brOTP

Like him and roland a lot always fond of drinking buddies personally :) i do fuck with them romantically as well a little bit(Boot to my head

OTP

gotta be netzhod who else..Now tell me who else is doing it like them right now

nOTP

yesod and him is nothing to me :(

random headcanon

Hmm i like genderfluid netzach not that she gives a fuck

unpopular opinion

...yesod and him is nothing to me :( there wasnt a single line that endeared me to them as a duo

song i associate with them

the first that comes to mind issss the one with the guy that looks like him Hold on. Here...grah

favorite picture of them

Stupidddd

Carmen:)

favorite thing about them

Well i dont know for sure..of course the general hauntings entrance me but also her outlook on her world. and the way she gets into peoples minds by playing the part of an awful god therapist.Hee hee

least favorite thing about them

Lack of official art otherwise i have nothing to slansder her so for.

Favorite line

pardon me corniness but "I would want to be a person with a beautiful voice, like the wisest person in the world. Then everyone would pay more attention to what I say." I remember my gut wrenching at my original reading, and with todays context she is even more good.Good line

brOTP

Hmm well basic answer possibly but her and benjamin, if not solely because i want to see what it was actually like.. I actually like to imagine a little bit of tension there, not even necessarily on benjamin's end for his focus on ayin instead or any sort of jealousy, but maybe carmen for her inability to get as devout a following out of him as she does with the others. He's less in her palm hand because he is in anothers, i wonder how she felt about that...

OTP

iErkkk its a big shakeup with carkali and AC. i think what she does for both of them as characters is just so influential and brilliant and i think the dynamics are both fascinating at all points in time in different ways. im big into the potentials of cardante as well but i do it carefully and in the fear that they really do go down the "Guys actually they ARE carmen" route which,i dont think theyll do but we must always be prepared... Sorry self cest heads

NOTP

i cant express enough how i dont care about kromerrr at all in the slightest she is nothing to me and this is nothingburger yuri made from fresh nothing with my beautiful girl slapped on top

random headcanon

let me guess...borderline personality disorder?

unpopular opinion

Uh hmm im not sure right now. maybe in my specific pm niche a lot of people dont like ayin/carmen cuz its cishetero slop to them or think she doesnt give a single fuck.. i dont agree with that :thumbs up:

song i associate with them

i think i find a way to worm carmen into whatever im particularly interested in listening to at the time. The entire tale of the altered beast is highhh up there though alongside kate bush's suspended in gaffa. Of course more but im shy and would feel the need to do more explaining...

favorite picture of them

By god wouldnt it be awesome if we had more to choose from. Not much choices i have

She lays on the grass on the world like us...Shes so human ❤️

[malapertmarquess]

I learned some things about my ancestors today

So it's an established part of my Family Lore that we had ancestors on the Mayflower; the woman we're descended from, Constance Hopkins Snow, shares a name with my aunt who gleefully discovered the lineage, and she's been novelised by another of her descendants (I have read the book, and it's unexciting but cute). It's fun family history!

I was on Wikipedia this morning and decided to look Constance up on a whim (she emigrated with her father, stepmother, and multiple siblings; a half-brother was born at sea and named Oceanus; within seven years of the Mayflower's landing she had a husband and twelve children). Then I saw that her father Stephen has a Wiki page.

My goodness, why had no-one told me about this guy?

From what I could glean on Wikipedia, Stephen Hopkins had a pretty fascinating life:

In 1609, he left his wife and children in England and sailed for the Jamestown settlement in Virginia aboard the Sea Venture as a minster's clerk. The ship, which also carried the new Jamestown governor and a bunch of indentured settlers, was blown off-course and wrecked off Bermuda. The wreck was very newsworthy back in England - this will be important.

Many of the settlers thought that, actually, Bermuda's quite a nice place to live, and didn't want to patch up the ship and carry on the Jamestown. Hopkins encouraged this dissent, arguing that because the ship had wrecked and not delivered the settlers safely to their intended location, they were not bound to their end of the contract.

The governor disagreed, and had Hopkins convicted of mutiny. Hopkins was, however, pardoned at the eleventh hour because so many people spoke up for him. After this he wisely kept his head down and was hauled up to Jamestown.

The settlement at Jamestown was... not going well. The white colonists were not interested in adapting their practices or cooperating with the local indigenous population in any way, and were struggling to survive. Hopkins stayed for a few years, but I got the sense that he didn't muck like the way things were being done.

He returned to England when he got word of his first wife's death to care for his three children (including Constance). While there, he remarried.

When the opportunity came up to return to the Americas as part of a new settlement separate from Jamestown, Hopkins took it, and so he and his family booked themselves onto the Mayflower in 1620.

The new settlement was contracted to be part of the colony of Virginia, but the weather once again intervened and the ship landed in Massachusetts. Many of the settlers signed a compact agreeing that, as they had not actually arrived in Virginia, they could ignore their contract and arrange their own governance. Hopkins was, entirely unsurprisingly, one of the signatories.

As the settlers established themselves in their new Plymouth colony, Hopkins seems to have been instrumental in their success. He had knowledge and experience from his time in Jamestown that served the group well, particularly his desire and ability to encourage positive relations with the nearby Native American tribe.

He also set up an alehouse or some such, and was charged with a number of infractions such as allowing drinking on Sundays, playing games, and charging too much. (Unsurprising, given how many of his neighbours were Puritans!)

And, one final beautiful gem: remember how the Sea Venture wreck back in 1609 was big in the news? Well, it's widely believed that Shakespeare used the story as inspiration for his play The Tempest. And in this play, a character named Stephano attempts a mutiny on the island. It may just be that this Stephano is based on the real Stephen Hopkins, and while we'll never know for sure, I like that it's possible.

[littlefanthings]

Let’s be honest Pedro was not in the suit probably at all this season because he chose a different role, which yeah sure good for him. But season two, when he spent more time in the suit it felt different. The vocals matched the performance so much better

I’m starting to understand why Branden keeps referring to himself at the Mandalorian seeing as he does most of the work

I agree that that when Pedro is actually in the suit the voice and movements are more cohesive, though to be fair I think a lot of Mando’s lines (if not all) wind up having to be ADRed anyway since that helmet can’t be helpful in terms of getting quality sound recordings. I don’t know 100% on that, I’m too lazy to try and look it up, frankly. But yes, the performance is better when the person speaking is the one also making the decisions on physicality. It all connects. However, for the most part, even if it would be better to have one guy doing the whole thing - they still do a great job working together to make the different performances mesh together into one believable character. That’s a lot harder to do than it looks.

Pedro also may have spent some time in the suit during breaks from TLoU’s year-long filming schedule, but yeah, he’s likely not physically playing Mando much in S3.

But look, I’m not going to begrudge an actor work, especially an actor who got their big break later in the game than most. Hollywood is ageist as fuck and there’s a ticking clock on being able to do certain types of roles.

The options here would have been:

• Pedro doesn’t do The Last of Us and is physically involved as Mando more often, which is great for Mando fans but sad for Pedro and TLoU because he’s doing an incredible, possibly Emmy-worthy job as Joel and it sounds like it was an amazing and unique experience.

• Pedro leaves Mando entirely to do TLoU, very sad for Mando fans because we love Pedro and it would leave the entire show in jeopardy - they’d have to recast and/or drastically change the whole framework of the show. Not easy or preferable for anyone.

• Pedro is physically there for both Mando and TLoU, but that would mean we probably wouldn’t get more Mando for at least another year since TLoU took an entire year to film in Alberta.

• They work things out the best they can so that he can do both roles without massively delaying anything, which is what they did, and I think it was the best option for everyone.

When they cast Pedro for Mando they knew up front that availability was going to be an issue and agreed to work around it. They would likely have the same issue with any popular actor. The show is uniquely positioned to easily use doubles and stunt performers since the main character is literally forbidden to show his face. Any actor worth their salt would be insane to not take advantage of the amount of flexibility that offers. And even if Pedro was in the suit all the time, Brendan and Lateef would still be stepping in a lot for stunt work.

What’s fascinating and wonderful to me is how The Mandalorian cast and crew is being so straightforward about the fact that stunt performers are doing a lot of the heavy lifting and bringing them into the limelight. A lot of shows would - and do - try to completely obfuscate and distract their audience from the fact that stunt performers and doubles are used. That really sucks for stunt performers who will literally risk their bodies and lives for this work without getting the credit they deserve. They don’t even get included in the major award shows despite the fact that a lot of film and TV would be impossible without them.

So yeah, Brendan IS the Mandalorian. And so is Pedro and so is Lateef. And if more shows and movies were honest about it, we’d get to see that a lot of these kind of superhero and crazy action shows are really an amalgamation of multiple people working together to create one character. And the fact that they can make it work and keep us all immersed and feeling like it’s one person is actually extremely cool.

In conclusion: Teamwork makes the dream work. And means we get a lot more really great films and shows than we would without it.

[myriadof-fandoms]

harringrove week - day 5 - am i walking towards something i should be running away from?

prompt:  A Seance at Hawkins Cemetery During a Red Moon

or: billy haunts steve and steve would very much like him to stop

ao3

Steve has really fucking had it with Billy Hargrove. Even in death the fucker won't leave him alone.

If it's not lights turning on and off, it's the dishes clashing in the kitchen or the stereo suddenly blasting metal.

When he comes home his things aren't where he left them. At work tapes move. The channel in the car changes whenever they play Madonna. His hair products keep running out even when he has just bought them.

Steve is so over it he could scream.

Or, well, he has. Multiple times. He's told Billy to go to hell a couple of times now - the only response he's gotten is Mötley Crüe's Shout At The Devil suddenly starting to play.

It appears that despite Billy's clear ability to fuck with things the one thing he cannot do is speak. And must that not drive him fucking nuts. Steve is only a little gleeful about the loudmouth not being able to annoy him like that at least.

If it weren't for the fact that he is still very much annoyed by everything else Billy does, and if he didn't care for Max a whole lot, he wouldn't fucking be here. Because it's fucking creepy and he's had his more than his fair share of that for the rest of this life and the next.

But no, sadly he is still annoyed and he does care for Max, so now he's stuck on the fucking cemetery while the moon glows fucking red and Eddie The Freak Munson is sitting in front of him with a goddamn Ouija board.

All because Billy had decided to haunt Steve and Max together in the car one day by playing goddamn Def Leppard, which at least confirmed Steve wasn't just going mental, and then Max had made him tell her all about his experience with Billy The Ghost. She was going through it as well, except apparently in death Billy has decided to be nicer to her and keeps helping her pass tests in school or tormenting his father whenever he raises his voice against Max.

After that conversation suddenly all of the kids knew. And of course Dustin and the other knobheads had to befriend The Freak. The Freak who for some reason knows a lot about Seances and talking to ghosts. Which was of course the only logical thing to be done.

Max had just had to look a little sad at the idea of not trying it. And Billy had started blasting I Want To Break Free and Steve actually felt bad for the guy for a minute there. So he agreed. (He regretted it when Billy wouldn’t stop turning the water cold while Steve was having a shower later.)

Obviously Robin had thought it was a great idea to try and talk to Steve's poltergeist when he complained to her about it. So at least he's not alone amongst the nutjobs. He's brought his very own best friend so at least he understands how one of the nutjobs around him works.

She sits beside him, basically vibrating with excitement. Max is on Steve’s other side, more subdued but he can feel her tension. She wants this to work. As does Billy, Steve’s sure. The fucker had once again played Billy’s Got A Gun over and over again while Steve drove around picking the kids up.

They met Munson at the cemetery. He had set the day, because a blood moon is apparently the best possible setup for a seance. He made them set up candles around Billy’s grave, a morbid task that Steve didn’t enjoy one bit. Will looked a bit spooked by it too.

Honestly, Steve doesn’t know why any of the kids are even here except for Max. Mike has been making stupid comments the entire time and has only further made this evening unbearable. As have Dustin and Lucas because they keep fighting about how the pentagram of candles is supposed to be set up. The only one who has been perfectly well behaved is Eleven and she seems to just be fascinated by Eddie’s tattoos so.

Robin and Steve are told to form a circle of salt around the set up of candles and after that annoying piece of work Munson tells them all to sit in a circle with the ouija board in the middle of them. There's a picture of Billy next to it, the one that they used at the pool, with his stupid crop top on. Something about the whole thing irritates Steve to no end.

"Right, so first we're going to have to call Billy here."

“Oh, no need, he’s here,” Steve informs him with only lightly disguised annoyance.

Munson arches one eyebrow, “And how do you know that?”

“Because he keeps breathing cold air down my neck.”

The kids have the audacity to snicker at that. Steve considers just going home. The little ungrateful shits can all walk.

"You sure that's not just the wind?" Munson dares to look at him like that's a valid question.

"Yes, I'm fucking sure, you ever feel a fucking breeze only touch your neck and literally move nothing else, Munson?" Steve doesn't hide his annoyance at all anymore. "He's here just get on with it."

"Right," Steve doesn't quite understand it but Munson looks amused now. "So technically we all have to place two fingers on the planchette-"

"The what?"

Again Munson throws him a look. This time like he's stupid.

"The planchette. The thing that Billy will move to communicate with us, Harrington."

Right. He could've figured that one out maybe.

"Anyway, we're too many so I suggest Red, King Steve and I actually touch the thing and everybody else forms a circle around us."

He rearranges their seating arrangement so that the tiny nerds and Robin sit between them and all hold onto each other's hands. Except the three of them that move their hands to the little triangle and are thus on one side only in the circle through a hand on their shoulder.

Munson looks almost giddy with excitement when he finally gets on with it, "Billy? Are you here?"

Steve should've gotten high to deal with this.

"Didn't you listen to me? I told you-"

The planchette moves.

YES

And right that was really creepy.

It also proved Steve's point which he would really like to point out but Max speaks before he can.

"Oh my god," Her voice is a little shaky but Steve can't blame her. Not when the small thing under their hands is still vibrating with energy. "Billy, are you okay?"

The planchette moves quickly over the board. Both Dustin and Lucas read the letters out loud over Max' shoulder

R U K I D D I N G

Typical. Steve voices his opinion of Billy's sass, "Well, then, at least we know it's actually the douchebag."

Despite the fact that Billy is being a primary example of a dickhead Max sniffles.

"I'm sorry, Billy. I didn't want you to-"

The planchette interrupts her. It drags their fingers to the stark NO before moving over the letters again.

N O T D E A D

"What-" Max's face is drawn together in confusion. "What do you mean?"

The planchette rips out from under their fingers and they all quickly pull them away from the board. It almost flies over the letters now.

W H A T I S A I D S H I T B I R D I A M N O T D E A D

The planchette stops. Steve wonders if all ghosts are this rude and stupid or if Billy is a special case.

"Eh, Hargrove, dude, I think all these people kind of saw you die? We're also literally sitting at your grave."

N O T G H O S T

"What do you mean? We don't understand," Max sounds so desperate it makes Steve want to have words with Hargrove again.

H A V E B O D Y C A N F E E L W R O N G P L A C E

"Wrong- wrong place?" Will speaks up surprisingly. "Describe it."

D A R K C O L D W R O N G

For a moment they stay silent. Munson in confusion and all of the others with the same thought.

Mike says it first, “The upside down?”

"Sure sounds like it," Lucas answers.

"If he's in the Upside Down we can get him out," Max says. "Right?"

The planchette moves again.

W H A T

Max almost absentmindedly answers, while looking between Eleven and Dustin waiting for a response to her own question, "We might be able to get you out of there."

"If we can open a gate, it should work," Dustin says hesitantly.

Now almost everyone is looking at El. Her powers have been wonky at best since Starcourt.

"I can try." Her voice doesn't waver but Steve picks up a slight hitch that used to not be there. It tears at him a little. El is too cute to go through shit that makes her question herself like this.

The tiny noise of the planchette attracts all of their attention again.

P L E A S E

For a heartbeat no one moves a muscle.

"That's gotta be a first, right?" Steve asks into the group, sarcasm heavy on his tongue.

S H U T I T

Steve bristles, "No! You shut it! You've been haunting me for weeks!"

M O S T E X C I T I N G T H I N G I N U R L I F E

"It's not! I'd fucking love to just be alone for five minutes without your annoying music working a hole in my head."

N O T H I N G T H E R E A N Y W A Y

"Oh, fuck off, Hargrove. If I'm that stupid why do you keep coming around?"

The planchette doesn't move.

Everyone is looking at him or at the little triangle.

"Hello? Hargrove? Cat got your tongue?"

Nothing happens.

"What the fuck?" Steve murmurs.

"I guess Hargrove left the seance," Munson laughs. And right, Munson is there. Steve had almost forgotten.

Steve can feel Robin's eyes on him and when he turns to her he's greeted by her smile that usually means I Know More Than You.

"He really likes to pull on your pigtails, huh?"

"I don't have- What?" Steve is convinced this is the weirdest night of his life.

No one answers him and yet Steve feels like everyone around him has somehow gotten an information he missed. Even Mike looks at him somewhat questioningly.

Steve is ready to call it a night and start collecting about 200 candles melting around them, since no one around him seems to deem it necessary to talk to him anyway, when Billy Hargrove decides to get in the last word.

G E T M E O U T P R E T T Y B O Y

[henrysglock]

Robin’s speech in the asylum somehow possibly about Henry/Edward and their respective relationships w/Victor? Henry would have gotten an audience with his father in seconds because he was the “sensitive” one while Robin is meant to represent Edward’s “fascination” with the mind of a murderer which maybe freaked Victor out a lil bit? Not sure if that’s anything.

I see what you mean, even if I don’t completely agree.

I absolutely see your point about Ruth/Rose being a Henry/Edward type of duo. Ruth, while deeply fascinated with scary things, will tends to bend to the will of authority (even if she very much is actively involved in breaking the rules). Meanwhile Rose flies off the handle and makes a rather impressive frustrated, monologuing speech about about why she and her thesis partner deserve certain privileges and freedoms that they haven’t gone through the proper channels for.

It’s very reminiscent of Henward’s likely earlier escape attempt at the tunnel and whatever event led to them being chipped, as compared to them finally getting to plead their case with someone who can directly give them the freedoms and privileges they’ve been trying to get. We can see the “Ruth” side in the little speech to El at the tunnel about Soteria, and then the “Rose” side in the monologue at El in the rainbow room.

So while I’m not sure it’s entirely/necessarily about Henward as they relate to Victor, I do think it’s about Henward as they relate to people who can give them what they want: freedoms and privileges that were repeatedly denied them based on discriminatory behavior by those in authority (see: Brenner).

Edward seems to be more demanding/insistent/outspoken about what he wants and why he deserves it, pulling on his childhood (see: Rose’s summer camp) and the unfairness of the world to make a compelling case. Meanwhile it seems like Henry is the one to try and play to the sympathy of the other person regarding the circumstances he finds himself in without laying blame on the system outright (see: Ruth’s initial sob story about the thesis deadline). One of these routes is “successful”, and the other is not. Ruth was not going to be successful, but Rose gets what she wants for herself and Ruth. Henry (?) got caught by the guards after Soteria, but Edward at least got himself (if not also Henry) yeeted out of the lab and into a truly unrestrained realm.

However, I also find it particularly interesting that they chose to associate Ruth with the softer/less insistent persona, while Rose was associated with the persona who’s got a deep, morbid curiosity surrounding serial killers…especially when we/they know by this point that Victor was innocent in the killings.

“Ruth” almost reminds me more of Sam Owens and his good-cop, nice-guy (kinda spineless) behavior, while “Rose” reminds me more of Martin Brenner and his choice to orchestrate the kidnapping of Henry and Edward to study them/his complete disregard for limitations and willingness to skirt the system to get what he wants…especially when we consider that we just saw Owens being visited at his home in Ruth, NV, and Brenner was the one most directly involved with the Creels (particularly Virginia, while “Rose” is styled to look like Karen) and the Creels are heavily associated with roses/their rose-glass door.

After all, you can’t just kidnap a couple of normal kids. But concoct a crime that will make them out to be cold blooded killers on one end while wiping out their remaining family on the other? Boom. Protective custody, study those fascinating twisted little minds to your heart’s content, because hell, they could be valuable to the US government…Especially considering “Rose”’s Bradley/Brantley mixup, given there was a Phillip Bradley mentioned as the DA leading Victor’s prosecution in Henry’s timeline.

[ravioli-fries]

You ask and you shall receive

About Izzy

Where is she from?(I have seen you draw her island and I'm curious)

How did she meet Rill and what was her first impression of him?

What's her relationship with Charlotte like?

Is she in a squad bc I have never seen you draw her with a robe

If she did in fact go to the Heart kingdom with co, what does she think Lolopechka and the Spirit Gardens?

• Okay so it’s actually a long story for the first once but I’ll shorten it as much as possible !!!!

Her soul, along with hundreds of thousand others, are in a time loop that’s been placed over previously mentioned land by its host gods. These people and gods are heavily inspired off of Mayan/Aztec culture and Mythology.

It starts with war which lasts for centuries before a victor arrises and the winners live within the mountains, to be as close to their gods as possible. This is like their “Golden Age” where the biggest death rate is sacrifices because rituals taste better without the mud, sweat and tears of war.

To the gods this period is like dessert to them, after feasting on the blood of war. This cycle of death happens because like everything else, you need food to survive.

Izel, the last empress of every time loop, will inevitably take her sons warm heart into her hands. Every loop is the same, same people, events, despair, love, so on. One loop however, Izel had a ever so slightly strong conviction.

Skipping over the unfinished complicated part, Izel becomes a resident of the Clover Kingdom as a infant, living in a commoners home and barbershop.

• She met Rill at the age 14, he was 15 and a brand new Magic Knight.

Her entire life she always felt a little empty. This being filled with the discovery of magic archaeology and solving unsolvable puzzles, mysteries, magic items. Izzy is highly intelligent and crafty, but also morally grey.

She steeps herself in the Black Market. Doing dirty work for thieves that aren’t intelligent. Izzy is fully aware she’s being used but is she really, as long as she’s enjoying it?

One thing leads to another and she’s got herself in a government list. They send some magic knights over to arrest her, how hard could it be, she doesn’t even have a grimoire! It turns out when you spend a while dodging knights and the general public you become very good at… (reads notes) Parkour.

This is when she meets Rill! He’s the first to ever catch up to her, which piques her interest of him. But in the end he is still a Magic Knight, coming to ruin her fun.

This goes on for. A full year. Izzy has a grimoire now! Rill, while still doing his job, he mainly goes after her to see her, since he finds her highly fascinating. They chat while the two of them run along, playing tag.

Eventually Rill is met with an ultimatum, if he doesn’t take care of her (her crimes have skyrocketed over time and with her having a grimoire) they’ll send their top Magic Knights after her and take his Grey Deer robe.

One thing leads to another. Izzy isn’t upset with Rill because he’s only doing his job, she just tells him she’ll break out of jail, no big deal, haha! This doesn’t help Rill feel less guilty.

An experienced Grey Deer by the name Matilda of Cloth Magic proposes that Izzy become a Magic Knight so her talents are not wasted. Izzy refuses. She is not a rule type. Sure, the status could give her free access to explore dungeons and Forbidden Books, but what conditions would she have to agree to? Maybe it would be easier to break in…

Without warning Matilda states to Izzy and her fellow Magic Knights she would love to be a Knight. The illusion of free choice.

And with that she begrudgingly became a Grey Deer that did nothing the Captain told her, unless it was a dungeon mission. The Captain caught on and only assigned her jobs that would suit her fancy; knowing otherwise she would be useless.

Then she became an Aqua Deer. Izzy doesn’t wear her robe because she chooses not to! Julius takes a fancy to her and she becomes co head of the department that deals with dungeons and so on.

Despite being morally grey, shes not a fighter. She just doesn’t care enough. But she could break someone’s nose, if needed. She rarely uses her Grimoires magic, depending on her own physical skill to get around. Being a dungeon dweller makes you extremely fit.

Her magic is hyper compressed Storm Magic. Only using is for tool creation and physical enhancement magic. Izzy’s magic in its raw form makes her uneasy. It’s reminding her of something tragic she doesn’t have a memory of…

Her Storm Magic isn’t control over lightning or rain, it’s the control over the atmosphere, temperature and moisture. It’s like having to dance with a wild beast.

Okay I started rambling. I’m sorry. I’m not even done yet.

• I think they have a big and little sister relationship! Izzy was always the big sister growing up so she heavy enjoys Charlottes warm company. Charlotte would actually love to have Izzy in her squad but Izzy refuses. Izzy loves Charlotte though, and deeply admires her, she wants to know everything about her and her curse.

• She actually has been to the Heart Kingdom before the cast did! For entertainment purposes only hahaha. She and Gaja has similar attributes but they don’t mix well!!! Haha, Gaja is weary of her because she just stares at him with her big ol’ eyes. This goes for all the spirit guardians though. And asking them a ridiculous amount of questions and poking around where she shouldn’t. Sarado has to be here favorite. She also has a small girl crush on Lolo hee hee.

Thank you so much for asking me these questions they were soooooooo so so fun to answer !!!!! I love you!!!!!!

[tonkihey]

Love and basketball

#Love and basketball movie#

#Love and basketball movie#

She’s had a ball in her hands since she was 4 years old and she wanted her movie to represent basketball in the best way possible. Authenticity was extremely important to Gina. Many female athletes saw themselves in Sanaa Lathan’s awesome portrayal of Monica Wright. But make no mistake, it’s as relatable and genuine as it gets as far as sports movies go. It was the first basketball movie that was centered around a female ballplayer. The film was groundbreaking in many ways and was definitely a game-changer. This movie was revolutionary in many ways and influenced an entire generation of young, female hoopers. Gina Prince-Bythewood, the film’s director, was joined by Alfre Woodard, Kyla Pratt, Sanaa Lathan, Terilyn Shrapshire, and Candace Parker for a conversation that was mediated by Patty Jenkins where they touched on each and every aspect of the film from casting to its cultural impact. Love is a flick of the wrist, hearing the ball swooshing through the net.The band got back together to reminisce and discuss the impact and legacy of Love and Basketball. One more shot, one more move, one more game-winner. It takes me back to that kid playing in grandmas yard. That feeling takes me back to a 5-year-old kid that picked up a basketball for the very first time. Sometimes I’ll go to the local YMCA for a few hours to shoot around just to have that feeling again. My love for the game will never dissipate. Maybe only being 5'7 (1.7 m) has something to do with it. Or that I’ll never get to throw an alley-oop to LeBron James. Now that I’m 28, I’ve accepted the fact that I’ll never experience scoring a basket in the NBA. Rather it is basketball, baseball, football, volleyball, or softball. Then, using the famous MJ fade away with my tongue hanging out to hit the game-winner, 5–4–3–2–1… swoosh.Īny kid growing up who fell in love with a sport surely knows the feeling of passion and happiness the game can bring. Creating in-game scenarios on the driveway at my parents' house. Then, I’d play into the dark of the night with only a yard light to see the basket. I’d spend hours studying tapes of the greatest players, imitating their moves, and implementing them into my game. After YouTube launched in 2005, highlight tapes of basketball greats such as Michael Jordan, Allen Iverson, and Kobe Bryant became easily accessible. I played on teams throughout elementary, middle school, and high school. I hated losing more than I loved winning. My competitiveness and an insatiable desire for winning took over. I loved the days we’d play basketball in P.E. As I grew, the fascination for the game grew as well. The moment my fingertips gripped that composite leather, every ounce of love and passion for the game traveled through my veins, connecting the ball straight to my soul.įrom that day forward, I’d ask the neighbor kids if I could play anytime they were outside. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing I was certainly too short to play on their 10-foot hoop even if I did. That day, I finally mustered up the courage to ask, “can I play?”, they agreed. I was intrigued by this game the neighbor kids were playing, basketball. That’s when you knew it was time to get your ass home. So instead, we played Hide-and-Seek, Tag, or Red Rover until the streetlights came on. There was no iPhone to scroll social media all day, no Xbox to play Fortnite. See, back in the 90s, kids played outside. I remember being at my grandma's house, and her neighbors had a hoop in their driveway. I first picked up a ball when I was 4 or 5 years old.

[mysticwilly]

So I’ve had this thought…and hear me out for JUST a second. 

What if (y/n) or/love interest was a Lord of Order. Not an agent, Lord. 

WAIT WAIT listen

I’m gonna mix in my own theories with the reader insert, don’t mind me. This ended up being longer than I anticipated.

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I suspect Vandal’s and Klarion’s allyship will come to a close soon. And their falling out might go something like this:

Klarion grows bored of his alliance with Vandal, (possibly from the influence of the other Chaos Lords, namely Child and what she said.) 

Realize he’s been played by Vandal (again maybe through influence)

Vandal straight-up “betrays” Klarion 

Or i’m completely wrong about everything  

I don't like that Vandal is able to outsmart and negotiate with near-omnipotent god-like entities, (per episode 13 of S4) but I’m going with it right now.

I bring this up because the entire point of Vandal’s and Klarion’s allyship is; Vandal is essentially ‘saving the world’ since he learned how to use Klarion as his weapon and keep him busy from not going absolutely ham on the planet. 

Because let’s be honest, Klarion doesn’t care about the light. If he isn’t an aimed weapon for Vandal and The Light anymore, who’s gonna check him? (Just ignore the Chaos Lords agreed to the balance right quick, I mean they can always change their mind lolol)

So, (y/n) comes down to the mortal plane with the purpose of keeping Klarion in check, because I can sorta see the Order Lords ‘snatching the controller’ from Nabu so to speak, like “You know what???? MOVE. you had ONE job”.

OR

The other Lords forge an agreement, “If one of ours stays on the mortal plane, then one of yours stays on the mortal plane.” Because clearly, an agent can’t suffice. (sorry fate lmao)

There’d be tons of arguments and bickering, maybe even fighting, but also kind of… fascinating? I mean a Lord of Order has never gone down to the mortal plane, so to see one in the flesh—? That would throw everyone off their game, especially Klarion. He’s like “Damn now you’re here to babysit? Can’t I just go apeshit???” 

The point of the balance is not to win but to govern.

(y/n) would be Klarions match, a deflection, and an inconvenience,... to each other. 

(y/n) is inconvenienced just by being on the mortal plane, being a little more than a watchdog. Klarion is inconvenienced by having to respect the balance and having another Lord on his back. But if he wants to remain on the mortal plane, so does (y/n). (I would also like to add, that I feel like Klarion likes to be on the mortal plane because of his love for Teekl and also because it’s probably boring as hell to be on a weird scale in the cosmos for eternity.)

Think about it, order is the counter to chaos, they exist to balance one another, and they need each other. One literally cannot exist without the other. Like magnets that repulse each other, yet there’s a strong pull. They’re so essential to each other, and I think that makes for a passionate, complex, dynamic. 

It would take time, but Klarion and (y/n) would learn each other's ways and respect each other as equals, in their own little weird way of course. 

Sure it’s a little cliché, but.

Sorry the lore is getting to me 👁

[summercourtship]

Hi, could you write a nsfw oneshot or something for the Cenobite with a shy and modest fem survivor reader? Possibly include some fingering and using his hands. Thanks if you do!

I'm sorry this took so long, I obviously got a bit carried away. I have such a bad habit of needing SO MUCH exposition even for tiny one shots (or at least what are supposed to be tiny) but I’m not going to stop. I’m also not sure how well I fulfilled the idea of a “shy, modest” reader, but I think I managed to have elements of it without it becoming a stereotypical mess of stuttering and blushing.

summons [nsfw, 18+]

Pinhead (The Cenobite) x Reader | warnings: NSFW, reader could be interpreted as being a virgin but it’s not explicitly stated, I somehow made the Lament Configuration solving erotic (it’s what Clive Barker would want) | 3121 words

It was always unnerving to realize that a killer remembered you. To notice that shift in their expression as they placed your face to a memory, to an action that had made you stick out in their mind. Some killers seemed to remember everyone while others only recognized a select few. Some didn’t seem cognizant of doing either.

Luckily, you had always managed to fly under their radar. Even the killers that had memorized every survivor regarded you with an air of disinterest, preferring to go after the overtly obnoxious survivors (which was probably part of those survivors’ plans- Nea really hated fixing gens). Some could say that it was because you were boring, at least in the way of prey. You didn’t necessarily agree, but if killers thinking you were boring kept you alive you wouldn’t argue about it.

However.

There was one killer who seemed… overly interested in you because of this. Somehow your reserved nature was more intriguing to him than that of the unafraid or blatantly uncaring survivors. You didn’t understand it, but you also didn’t want to.

You didn’t want anything to do with it.

The Cenobite was an oddity among oddities- barely even touching the survivors and treating your suffering with a cold grace. In the few moments you’d been able to observe him, he seemed unaffected by anything, continuing his hunt seemingly without a care in the world.

When you were one of his designated playthings for a trial, you avoided the Box, even if it meant your continued survival. You couldn’t handle the thought of possibly summoning him, bringing the being you knew was somehow fascinated with you directly to your location.

You just did your damnedest to finish repairing gens and move on to the next trial with the usual indifferent killers, taking extra care to stealth when you knew he was coming. Because if he caught sight of you, he wouldn’t stop pursuing you throughout the trial, preferring to torment you than spread the pressure amongst your teammates.

But, despite your efforts, not every trial with him could work out this way, as was the case for the trial you found yourself in now. You had been just barely surviving through your stealth tactics when it seemed that the survivors were rapidly downed, one quickly falling after the other.

You rushed to pull them off hooks or patch them up enough to stand, only briefly hesitating when you felt your own safety was in danger. You pushed it aside, putting your team’s survival over your own sense of sanity. They would eventually pay you back in kind, and the cycle would continue.

But it seemed that luck was not on your side.

One, two, three survivors were all hooked for the last time, their cut off screams piercing the night air.

And suddenly, you were the only one left.

Somewhere, both too close and impossibly far away, a bell tolls.

You’re frozen in place, too on edge to even contemplate searching for the Hatch. You’d been in similar situations before, but this time felt different- it was as if the air was electrified from your nervous anticipation.

And never before had you been left alone with him.

Before long, the consequence of your hesitation becomes clear- the chains that he summons from nothing have started seeking you out, the few that reach you embedding their hooks in your skin. You hiss, jerking back into life and unhooking yourself, trying to be as careful as possible to not rip your skin off.

It would not be the worst pain you have felt in this place.

You set off, struggling through the terrain of the Macmillan Estate until you reach one of the smattering of brick walls that litter the Entity’s realms. Here, at least you would have some protection from the chains, giving you time to figure out what you were going to do next.

Find Hatch or wait by the Exit Gate, hoping he closes the Hatch with enough time for you to slip out? You’re debating the two options in your head, knowing full well it’s not the best use of your time but feeling unable to make a decision and get your feet moving.

You’d just mentally circled back around to the option of booking it for Hatch that you realize you were being observed. And he wasn’t even hiding like some of the others would, no crouching behind the brick or staying by the tree line. He’s simply standing there, as if waiting for you to realize he was there.

You look up at him, wondering how you hadn’t noticed his presence before. He blocks the only other exit from your shelter that isn’t a window, something you note with a growing sense of dread. No prey likes feeling cornered.

But he hasn’t moved to attack, just standing and staring at you. You take a moment to observe him back, noting the impassive expression on his face. He doesn’t move, even once you’d been made aware of him. You narrow your eyes and glare at him, ignoring the thwacking of the chains hitting the ground and walls behind you, already tired of whatever game he is playing, not in the mood to be toyed with.

“What do you want?” You ask, willing your voice to stop wavering. For once, you wanted to seem like the brave, outgoing survivor, willing to stand up to the killer for nothing more than the satisfaction of having done so.

A beat of silence, and you almost think he won’t answer. But he does, and his response is more confusing than clarifying.

“You.”

“I- I don’t understand.”

More silence.

Then, a crackling draws your attention downwards, to the small, unassuming box that lay on the ground in the space between you. The very box you had done your best to avoid touching, even looking at. You wonder, briefly, if it had been there the entire time.

“Solve it.” His voice is commanding yet gentle, coaxing yet sinister. There’s power behind it, a power that isn’t being utilized at the moment.

“No.” It’s an easy answer for you. There are few things you are sure of in the Fog, but not touching anything that belongs to a killer is one of them.

“Aren’t you curious?”

That was not what you had been expecting him to say. Suddenly, you were no longer sure about the subject of your conversation. The Box still lay between you, ready for your willing hands to run along its smooth surface, finding the small grooves that would lead you to further unlocking its mystery. But while you had been focusing on the Box, his eyes had never left you.

Because he knew that ultimately, yes. You were curious, and always had been. About everything, but you’d always been too shy, too afraid of other’s thoughts about you to try anything even mildly risky. Better to stay on the safe side and hear about other’s exploits instead of experiencing your own.

“Yes.” It comes out as a whisper.

“Then…” With a long fingered hand, he gestures to the Box.

Your hands shook as you reached down to pick it up, finding its smooth surface both warm and cool at the same time, its weight heavier than you had anticipated.

You looked back up at the Cenobite, ignoring the faint tinkling of a music box’s tune that you could now hear coming from the Box.

“What do I do?”

You were sure it couldn’t be but so difficult- less intelligent survivors had completed its puzzle under significantly more stressing circumstances than you. But you couldn’t bring your mind to command your hands to begin, some invisible wire holding your muscles back from taking action.

Maybe it was because he was standing in front of you, watching you intently.

He moved closer and you barely resisted the urge to move backwards, your grip on the Box tightening as if afraid he would take it from you. He stopped just before you and reached out, not to take the Box but to guide your hands. But instead of placing his hands over yours as you had anticipated, they hovered barely a centimeter above your skin.

“There is a force in this realm that makes solving the Lament Configuration child’s play.”

You look up at him, wondering if he had just delivered a thinly veiled insult. If he, in saying that solving it should be easy, was implying that you were too unintelligent to figure it out. You open your mouth to begin defending yourself.

“I-“

“You’ve refused it,” He continues as if you’d never started speaking, “even when it is to your detriment. But the Configuration is meant for those who seek to heighten their senses, for sensations that the earthly world cannot provide. Opening it is not supposed to be easy.”

You look down at your hands, at his.

“For those who summon us must be sure that it is what they want, for once we are summoned we cannot leave without a charge. It cannot be helped.”

He places his hands over yours now, guiding them along the edges of the Box (the Configuration, you correct yourself). Your hands are seemingly electrified from where his skin meets yours, though a sizable portion of his hand is covered in leather.

“Here it seems that, although alone, I work under different rules. The Box was made simpler and perverted into a means to assist in feeding this Entity.”

With his guidance, you are able to find the minuscule lines in the surface of the box, pushing and shifting the pieces until they form a completely new shape. But before you are able to push the final piece into place, thus completing the puzzle, he releases his hands and steps back.

“There is no need to finish it.”

You blink, feeling like you’d just woken from a hazy waking dream.

“But why did I do it in the first place?”

“I won’t have to hunt you down the next time we find ourselves facing each other. It is very tiresome when you hide from me constantly.”

He turns around like he’s about to go, either to finally kill you or let you scamper off to find the Hatch, but you aren’t ready for him to leave yet.

“Is that it?” You blurt out and almost take it back when he turns his head, indicating that you have his attention once more. But you swallow your fear and continue on, holding your chin higher. “You just wanted me to solve this box? To what? Prove to myself that I can, so that you don’t have to do as much work the next time you’re going to kill me?”

He whirls around, but there is barely any change in his expression from before. He was near impossible to read, you were quickly learning.

“I don’t get it- if you’re summoned for those who want pleasure or pain or whatever, why are you so interested in me? I don’t want any of that.”

“You don’t want pleasure?”

Your face heats up, any bravery you had felt in delivering your speech gone. You look down at your hands, still holding the almost solved Lament Configuration.

“The rules of this place may be different, but I am still obliged to answer the summons.” His words, at first, make no sense.

And then you realize what he is implying, and your face must be on fire for how hot it feels. If he was summoned for those who want whatever version of pleasure or pain he provided, then you solving the Configuration meant that he could…

Ohhhkay.

You turn from him, fully intending to put the box down and sprint for the Hatch and think about this encounter later at the campfire, but the quiet, nagging voice in the back of your head stops you.

Aren’t you curious?

Before you can rationalize and deny the urge, you act on impulse for once and press the final piece into place on the Box, the tinkling music stopping abruptly.

While you’ve had your back turned, he must’ve crept up closer on you, because you suddenly feel his hand on your shoulder.

You gasp, both from surprise and the sensation of his touch once again on you. He slowly ran his hand down your body, from your shoulder down your arm, before making its way to your front. Your breathing was picking up, hitching in the back of your throat when his other hand snuck around and plucked the box from your grasp. It’s gone when you turn your head to look at it, and you’re too focused on his touch to really ponder what happened to it.

You reach out and press your own hand against the brick wall in front of you, using the rough texture to ground yourself in reality, as much as you could in the hellish purgatory that you were trapped in. But the reality of this moment was that he was touching you in such a simple way, barely vulgar at all, but you felt as if you were being lit on fire with the way his touch seared your skin, even over the layers of your clothes.

His fingers dance over the hem of your pants, toying with the button. You’d always liked that the Entity put you in pants most of the time, their practicality better for your environment than the potential fashion statements you could’ve been making in something else. But now you wish that the Entity had decided to put you in one of the nonsensical outfits the others occasionally donned, if just for the easy access a skirt provides.

Nonetheless, he deftly undid the button and continued his journey down your body, not bothering to even pull your pants down. He completely ignored your underwear, apparently not in the mood to tease you over the fabric. You weren’t complaining, wanting whatever he was going to give you as quickly as possible.

It was now that you fully realized how cold his hands were, which only made you more aware of every centimeter of your skin that he ran his fingers along. Down over your stomach, a feather light touch that was approaching where you needed it the most.

The Cenobite found his way in between your legs with little fanfare, finally exploring the part of your body that, unbeknownst to you, he had thought of whenever he saw you in a trial. He toyed briefly with just running his touch up and down your slit, causing you to shudder and drop your head. But before long, he ended up at that sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking it just to hear you moan. His finger circled around your clit, applying just enough pressure for it to register in your mind but not enough to really scratch the itch that had been building since he’d placed his hands over yours to solve the box.

He was silent behind you, but you didn’t think he wasn’t actively enjoying what he was doing to you, if the way his teasing touches would briefly speed up when you let the little sounds building up behind your lips escape was any indication. Or the way his breathing, though quiet and low, would hitch when you would whimper, groan, hiss.

He finally moved lower, teasing at your entrance. You whimper again, closing your eyes. But he didn’t do anything aside from dipping his fingers in, for barely a second, giving you just a taste of the pleasure you needed. He teased more than you would have expected, but you also wouldn’t have expected him to want to fuck you.

“Please,” your whisper is broken, your mind hazy and unable to compose a more elegant plea. You curse under your breath when he does it again, moving back up to your clit to circle it a couple more times.

“You can do better than that,” He says, and you, in your fuzzy mind, think you detect a hint of humor in his voice.

“Fuck- please.” You roll your hips, as if to entice him to finally get to it. But he holds fast, your (pathetic) attempt to seduce him into giving in to your whims failing. He pauses in his movements.

“Fine! Please, please, please, please fuck me, put your fingers in me, I don’t care just please make me cum!”

You wonder, briefly, in the back of your mind, if the Entity is watching.

Two of his fingers finally slip into you, and you barely hold back a curse, forgetting whatever inane thought you had before. All you could focus on was the fact that he was finally giving you what you wanted, that he was finally done teasing.

He thrusts his fingers in and out of your pussy, dragging them along your walls and hitting every sensitive spot that you didn’t even realize existed within you.

“For such a shy woman, you make delightful sounds,” He mutters, almost too quiet for you to hear over the heartbeat pounding in your ears. Whether it’s yours or his, you cannot tell.

Quickly, much too quickly, you feel your climax approaching, and any sense of the amount of time you’ve spent at his mercy is lost to you. All you know is that he is touching you in a way that makes you feel like no one has ever made you feel and that you want to reach your peak now.

As it builds, you release a litany of pleas, begging with broken words and fragmented sentences.

You finally finish with a sharp, drawn out and shuddering gasp, his fingers curling into the spot that makes your toes curl, sharply punctuating every ripple of pleasure that your body rides.

And then, just as quickly as it started, it is over.

Taking a moment to catch your breath, you turn to face the Cenobite, who looks as unaffected as he had before. He examines his glistening fingers not even looking at you when he tells you to find the Hatch. If you’re stung by his sudden disinterest in you, you don’t show it, opting to add it to the growing mental list of things to think about later.

On shaky legs, you comply with his demand, stealing one last glance back at him as you leave him. You had no idea if this would be a one off occurrence, or if he would regularly find his own way to answer your summons, if he would make good on his statement that he is summoned for those who wish for pleasure and pain.

The only way to find out would be to summon him.

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