#powerplay my beloved

[hardwiredd]

the concept of overstimulation via basic/average tasks is honestly underrated. make that computer run too many programs at once. make that sticky keys notif pop up. open a game on a render setting that's too much for it to handle. if not bc it's hot, bc it's funny :3

me: computer, imagine a triangle.

computer: no sweat man. im doing it.

me: ok, now imagine another one.

computer: psh, sure. i can handle two triangles.

me: ok, now imagine another one.

computer: you know it.

[several hours later]

me: can you imagine another one?

computer, starting to sweat now: yeah. yeah, i can.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 52/366 - Doctor Who

“I thought she- she would regenerate.”

“She might have, if you’d stopped.”

“I didn’t know- I thought- Don’t touch me!”

“I see what the Doctor enjoys about this now. Fun new learning experiences around every corner.”

“I didn’t- I didn’t want to.”

“No one made you.”

“She had a-”

“And it was pointed at me.”

“…It was pointed at both of- of us.”

“Optimistic and delusional. So cute. You really are one of his.”

“He would never have- Never.”

“You believe that—”

“—I said don’t—”

“—when you’re standing on the planet he destroyed?”

…

…

…

“Get your hand off of my face.”

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Positions

Summary - The favorite positions of some of Middle-Earth's finest royals...

Warnings - Smut, language, fem!reader, afab!reader, mention of male genitalia (characters), mention of female genitalia (reader), missionary sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (reader receiving, Fili and Legolas give), facesitting, implied squirting, mention of bodily fluids, cowgirl position, mention of breasts (reader), sub/dom dynamics, implied dom!Reader, implied sub!Kili (he finds a way), praise kink (Kili), slight dirty talk (various characters), slight sensation play, doggystyle position/bent over, voyeurism (Thranduil stop fucking the reader in front of guards), slight dark!Thranduil, slight dom!Thranduil, slight sub!Reader, kneeling, slight dark!Legolas, dom!Legolas, lowkey mean!Legolas, implied brat!Reader, oral sex (Legolas receiving), fingering (reader receiving), slight powerplay (if you squint), possible dumbification (if you squint), implied punishing, cum eating, and maybe more (I might have missed some).

Pronouns & POV - She/Her, third-person

Pairings - Thorin x Reader, Fili x Reader, Kili x Reader, Thranduil x Reader, Legolas x Reader

Word Count - 3,800+ (I got carried away at some parts)

A/N - This is from my suggestion box which I had posted on Instagram (I will add the suggestion box here too eventually), the person who sent in this suggestion requested to not be tagged but I still wanted to thank them for their suggestion! This is more headcanon-like, so it varies a bit in length each section. I did attempt to give some plot based roughly around the suggestion given! There is only the header image in this post because Tumblr would not save the draft with the gifs I attempted to add, so I apologize for that! Reader is implied to have tits and an ass large enough to jiggle, soft hair, and I believe plump lips. Smut below!

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-thorin

Missionary. The dwarven king of Erebor is a man of routine. Whether intentional or nonintentional routines, they are a part of the raven-haired man's life.

He was a simple dwarf, viewing routines and structure as the utmost importance as it was there to prevent chaos—or as much chaos that was preventable within Middle-Earth, which appeared to be close to none.

The dwarven king's love for routine touched all aspects of his life, including the more intimate aspects of his bed.

It was not an intentional routine, but rather a formed one caused by stressors—something he often cursed, but in this instance would thank as it had led him to many pleasurable nights.

It was made gradually, the first few nights of the king's reign after the battle were particularly stressful. He found himself restless, tossing and turning within the fur bedding as his beloved lay beside him—lacking an equal amount of rest due to how the bed shook with each toss of his sturdy form.

So, to settle the king's mind—and to make the bed creak with something other than displeasure—the queen motioned for him to crawl onto her. It was a mere tired curl of a finger, yet the king knew what she was requesting; and what his beloved wanted, she got.

The thickness of his cock slowly split open her tired, wet walls. The weight upon his shoulders eased as the weight of his cock eased into her, a mixture of relief and exhaustion danced upon his face as his hips began to rock at a steady speed. The toned flesh of his hips met against the plumpness of her arse as he slowly wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing his tired cock to carve deeper into her walls.

An act which slowly drifted into nothingness, as the dwarven king soon fell asleep with his head in the crook of her neck after the heat of his seed flooded into her drenched core—coating the walls of her womb with a fresh painting of white.

As the stressors of the crown became more frequent, so did the nights of the queen's comfort. Though, at times that comfort extended into the daytime during particularly frustrating elven visits.

The all too familiar sight of the dwarven king climbing on you filled your view, yet the shade of his sapphire-colored eyes had dimmed with darkness reserved for the elven king of Mirkwood. You were aware of how much the pair despised one another, how their feud over who was owed what had led to death and devastation—yet, you had little time to dwell upon the past as the thickness of the king's cock pushed into your core.

The weight of your head fell back against the smoothness of the pillows, as the weight of your chest lifted upwards slightly, allowing your back to arch and your dwarven lover to gain further access within the warmth of your walls as he pushed into you. The bones of his hips snapped against the flesh of your arse with a rough fury, the slapping of skin meeting each other echoing throughout the room as his darkened eyes peered into yours.

The dwarven king would never vocalize it, but he loved watching the subtle reactions your eyes held as he pounded into you. He loved the ways your eyelids would flutter when he grazed your most sensitive spot, how you would go slightly cross-eyed when you neared your peak, and the way your eyes glistened with tears when he had pushed you to the breaking point one too many times.

Your reactions were routine, and the dwarven king needed routine just like a fish needed water or a wolf needed to hunt. You were his routine, and he needed you like he needed air to live.

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-fili

Facesitting. The golden-haired prince was far more free when it came to routines, unlike his uncle. The prince found routines constrictive.

Though he was the heir to the throne, the eldest prince of Erebor preferred to have freedom in his life. He wanted to joust with fellow warriors, to drink ale and dance, and to be free to slip away to breathe whenever he desired.

Yet, his yearning for breath seemed far distant within the realms of his quarters. As much as the dwarven prince enjoyed his pleasures, he favored pleasuring his beloved above receiving his own.

A fact that left you taken aback when the prince had confided in you that he found giving pleasure far more rewarding than receiving it; you had stood there for what had felt like ages to the poor golden-haired dwarf as you blinked mindlessly at him. Had you been dreaming? A man who wished to pleasure another rather than receive it?

"Are you jesting?" The question was quickly met with an amused snort from the prince; the corners of his lips curved into a lopsided grin as his thick, calloused hand cradled the side of your face. "I'll have you know that I take eating cunt very seriously, my love." The dwarven prince promised you.

A promise he showed swiftly.

It was not exactly perfect the first time—though, no first time truly was perfect—but it was unlike anything you had experienced prior. You were not a pure maiden, you had your fair share of lovers before the golden prince, and he had some prior flings as well, yet none of your previous lovers had ever been so eager to feast upon you before.

The prickle of his bearded face sent shivers down your spine as his lips hungrily sucked upon the wetness of your cunt. His hands tightly gripped your thighs, keeping you steady upon his face as his thick tongue lapped up the entirety of your cunt as he devoured you like a starved man with a meal.

Your thighs quivered around the sides of his head as you attempted to hover above him, worried he was not receiving enough air as he drowned himself in the wetness of your core. His skilled tongue delved into your crevices, lapping up every drop of your sweet, pure nectar as he snarled in pleasure.

"Sit on me." The heat of his words caressed your throbbing cunt, making it twitch from the arousing sensation. "But—" Before you could begin your protests, the golden-haired prince tugged you down upon his face.

A surprised gasp fell from your lips as the prince dipped his tongue into your core, happily spelling his name upon the walls of your core as his hairy face ground into you—drenching his beard and mustache with your essence.

The soft prick of his nails would dig into the plump flesh of your arse as his calloused hands held you steady, ensuring that the fullness of your weight would not leave his face until he made it so.

He would continue to feast at you, rocking your hips as he continued to swirl his tongue around your walls. Occasionally, he would slip his tongue out of you, allowing his lips to encase your pretty little bundle of nerves—hungrily sucking upon your throbbing clit until your sweet squirt gushed down upon his face, soaking his beard with your juices before he delved his tongue back your twitching core.

He would drink you like water—and if he had it his way, he would drink you more than he drank water.

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-kili

Cowgirl. The youngest prince of the Misty Mountains, Prince Kili, was not the most presentable royal of the line of Durin.

It was not a matter of his looks, though many would claim he was prettier to elves than he was to dwarves: it was a matter of his maturity. The younger prince was reckless, finding pranks and training far more entertaining than the duties of the dwarven courts.

Or, that is what he would claim when asked of his wavering sense of duty. The truth was that the young prince required guidance.

He yearned to be told what to do. The brunette prince despised how he had to ponder decisions, wondering if he would make the proper one or if he would make a fool of himself in the process; he preferred being told what to do and when to do it.

A yearning that had trickled into his nights of passion as well.

You were a breath of fresh air for the dwarven prince. The hopeless romantic of a dwarf thanked his lucky stars each night with you, as you were always to the point and told him verbatim what you wanted from him—and he was more than happy to oblige.

When you had first told Kili of your preference to be on top during sex, it was like a whole other world had opened up for him. He was not necessarily a virgin, but he was not the most experienced of his kin either. He had a few messy encounters that left him feeling less than satisfied and embarrassed.

Regardless of how hard the dwarven prince had tried, sex never felt right to him before his first night with you.

His honey-colored eyes bore up into your gemstone-colored ones, pupils dilated with affection as he watched you climb on him. The roughness of his calloused hands would encase the softness of your hips, lightly holding onto them as you lowered yourself onto his throbbing cock. The sensation was new to him, the warmth of your walls gripped him in all directions as the wetness coated him entirely as you began to glide on his length.

The bed creaked and groaned with each motion of your hips, his gaze falling from your eyes and onto the flesh of your chest which bounced and jiggled with each motion you made. He was utterly entranced.

A soft slew of moans would fall from his lips, the weight of his head tilting back against pillows beneath him as you continued to pleasure yourself upon the thickness of his cock.

"Fuck, please thrust up, Kili." A request the dwarven prince would eagerly comply to, his hips thrusting up to meet the plumpness of your ass each time you lowered it down upon him. "Just like that. Good boy."

Good boy. A simple name that further fueled the dwarven prince into abiding by your commands, doing everything within his power to please you in and out of his bed in the hopes of being called that delicious name once more.

And a good boy he was.

The dwarven prince was more than eager to please you. Never touched himself without your approval, nor did he touch you without approval—even now as he stared at your pretty breasts as they jiggled in front of his face, bouncing tauntingly as you bounced upon his aching cock.

His balls were filled to the brim with seed, becoming nearly painful from their fullness yet he did not dare release a single droplet without approval from his beloved. He simply lay there, allowing his cock to be used as a device of pleasure for the woman he loved most as she continued to coat the throbbing, aching length with her essence.

"Fuck...that's a good boy." The purred praise of your pleasure would cause the dwarf's cock to stir within your walls, desperately twitching for release. "Alright, alright. You've waited long enough." Your chuckled words would quickly turn to moans as the prince's hips began to thrust up.

His aching cock carved its way deep into your walls, hitting the most special spongy spot within your core in a repeated pattern—as if he was trained to give you pleasure even as he chased after his own. The prince would manage to milk a final orgasm out of you, the essence of your pleasure dripping down and coating his filled balls before he emptied his seed deep inside of you.

The weight of his body sank back into the plush bedding beneath him, as the corners of his lips would curve into a lopsided grin as your soft hands caressed the roughness of his stubbled face while you cooed soft praises to him.

He needed guidance, but he sought it most from you.

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-thranduil

Doggystyle. Unlike his dwarven counterparts, the elven king of Mirkwood found solace in his busy schedule.

Where some found stressors in royal life, the elven king found peace and comfort. He would never vocalize it, but he found the hustle and bustle within his daily duties as king soothing.

Perhaps it was how quickly everything transpired, never allowing him a moment to dwell upon the past and all the mistakes that lay dormant within it. Or he sought the chaos of life while others shrunk away in fear of it. Regardless of what it was, the elven king found himself entranced by things done quickly—and this extended into the realms of his chambers.

Though many elves were romantic by nature, playing sonatas of their love for one another, writing endless poems, and spending a tedious amount of time courting, the king of Mirkwood was rather forward.

He saw no point in the pleasantries of courting. After all, he was king of Mirkwood—in his mind, he had done more than enough just by holding that title. However, the king was wise enough to never vocalize his opinions on the matter, as he bit back any snide remark he had on the matter with a bitter grin as he focused on what was important: you were his.

A fact that was well-known to all within the woodland kingdom, as the sounds of your pleasure were ever-playing throughout the twisted halls. Morning, noon, and night. A tune that none could forget, one which the elven king seemed to orchestrate whenever he caught a guard's gaze lingering upon you for a moment too long.

The position was like second nature to you, engraved in the very cells of your body after so much time together with the elven king. Your arse was up in the air as your chest was pressed firmly against the smoothness of the silk sheets under you while the elven king slowly entered you. His thickness parted your wet walls, wetness you were ever thankful for, as the elven king did not seem to give you a moment of breath before his hips snapped forth, meeting the plumpness of your flesh.

His motions were sharp yet poised and precise.

The thickness of his length would delve deep inside of you, as his slender hands would grasp upon the plumpness of your rear. A grasp tight enough to hold you in place, ensuring that your hips never dropped as his thickened length continued to carve into your inner walls, yet loose enough to allow your ass to jiggle as his hips bounced off of it.

The elven king loved watching your ass bounce, it was something that left him hypnotized. The sight of your sweet, plump flesh reacting to his possessive thrusts allowed the weight of his days to melt away—as well as the anger he held towards that damn guard.

The cries of your pleasure would be muffled, either by a pillow or the very sheets you laid upon, as the elven king would lean forward—adding more of his weight into each harsh thrust of his hips.

Yet, there were times when you could not muffle the sounds of your pleasure—even when you desperately yearned to.

At times, the elven king enjoyed proving a point to those he caught with lingering gazes towards you. He would instruct they fetch you from your shared quarters, insisting they bring you to his throne room for something of urgency. And like a good servant to the king, they would.

Within the blink of an eye, you were bent over the twisted throne—your hands desperately clawing at the variously curved wooden throne as the elven king hoisted up your skirts; your dripping cunt on display for all to see, including that damn guard.

The elven king's motions would be swift and fluid, his cock buried deep within your wet, welcoming walls, yet his gaze would not be upon the plumpness of your arse. Instead, his cold, pale sapphire gaze would be locked upon the armored man who dared gaze upon you for too long.

His gaze would be piercing, never leaving the other man as the bones of his hips would snap against the plumpness of your ass, making each thrust sharper than the last—ensuring the swollen tip of his cock would hit against the most pleasurable spongy spot within you.

As your cries of pleasure danced throughout the air, it carried a weight throughout the woodland halls. A reminder to all those who inhabited them that the elven king moved swiftly, and could have you just as swiftly.

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-legolas

Kneeling. Due to the ever-changing nature of Middle-Earth, there were very few within it that gave the elven prince a sense of control.

Perhaps it was the nature of irony: a prince who believed he lacked control, heir to a throne yet yearning for more. His logical mind reasoned with this sensation, rationalizing it as nothing more than a search for stability amongst the most recent chaos within Middle-Earth. Yet, the emotional sphere of his mind yelled that it was for something more.

It was a thirst that the elf could not quench nor ignore.

The yearning within him was further than matters of the mind; it felt as if it was in his blood and bones. An unspoken birthright, one burned deep into the very essence of his being—he craved, no, he needed control.

And he found that control in you.

You were one, if not the only, consistency in the elven prince's life. Regardless of what transpired within the woodland realms—or realms outside of it—you were always there, waiting within the secure walls of his chambers, eagerly awaiting him upon the plush bed.

To him, you were a beautiful little doll. His perfect little plaything, the one he adored and showered with affection and treasures. He ensured that you were never left yearning—unless you had been bad that is.

On the days you were good, the elven prince would pull you to the edge of the bed, kneeling between the plushness of your thighs before he buried his smooth face between them. The wetness of his tongue would caress the outerness of your entrance, as the fullness of his slender fingers delved inside of your core.

As the fullness of his fingers would stretch your inner walls, carving and curving into the most pleasurable spots within your textured core, his eager tongue would lap up any droplet of your sweet nectar his fingers would push out. The squelching click of your damped cunt would echo throughout the air, accompanied by your soft mewls of pleasure as the elven prince took his time pleasuring you.

He was precise and calculated with each stroke of his fingers: he knew the inner workings of your cunt better than he knew the back of his hand—knowing exactly which sensitive, spongy spot to press into to make your sweet thighs tighten around the sides of his head. How fast to pump his fingers within you to make your breath hitch from pleasure, and when his lips needed to wrap around that sweet little clit of yours to make you drench his hand—and forearm—with your juices.

But on days when you were bad, or life merely felt bad to the prince: it was you who knelt.

His slender fingers, the ones that once gave you such immense pleasure, would be tangled within the softness of your hair. The grasp he held upon your head depended upon the circumstances of the day—but more often than not, it was firm.

The fullness of his cock would push into your mouth, tainting it with the bitter, salty tang of his precum as he would sink in as far as your throat would allow him—stopping when the vibrations of your gag would echo on his thickened length. Slowly, he would puppet your head upon his cock, making it bob back and forth as he slowly sunk more of his cock into your throat until the plumpness of your lips met the flesh of his abdomen.

"That's it, pretty girl." The elven prince would coo, his sapphire gaze boring down upon you, watching as the thickness of him forced the saliva out of your mouth—stained the faintest hue of white from the mixture of his precum—watching as it rolled out of the inner corners of your mouth and down your chin. "Such a messy little thing." He would continue to puppet your head at an increasing speed, the bones of his hips meeting the flesh of your face as he jutted his hips into your mouth; ensuring he was as deep as he could be within it.

If you had been particularly bad, then he would hold your head firmly in place—thrusting in your mouth at a quickened pace, allowing the weight of his balls to bounce upon your chin, coating them with the sticky mixture his cock forced out of that pretty mouth of yours. As you would cough and gag at the sensation, the elven prince would simply shush you. "Ah, ah, ah," He'd taunt, a purposefully harsh thrust making his balls slap against your chin as he held you steady. "you had such a nasty mouth earlier, why not keep it nasty?" He'd coo, one filled with fake care and compassion—a taunt at your previous actions as he continued to fuck your throat until he painted it white with his seed.

But on the days when you were good and the world was bad, he was far more tender.

Though his grasp remained firm and his thrusts a bit rough, the elven prince was not punishing you. With each gag, cough, or whimper that vibrated upon his cock—he would pull back until the throbbing tip rested upon your plump lips. "That's my pretty girl, such a good girl for me." He'd praise, a hand dropping from the back of your head to softly caress the side of your face until you gave the okay to continue.

A slew of pleased praises would fall from his lips as he fucked your mouth, the weight of his head tilting backward as his grasp remained firm on the back of your head. "I'm going to fill your mouth." He'd gasp out, the tips of his nails digging into the back of your head as his hips stuttered into your mouth. "Swallow it and I'll give you anything you want, my pretty girl." And he did, the warming rush of his salty seed would flood your mouth—making you down it with a choked gag, yet it was still done.

The elven prince would continue to praise you for being a good girl, his good girl, as he pulled his cock from your mouth. The tightness of his grasp dropped from the back of your head, one hand meeting the side of your face to return to the earlier caress as the other wiped away the remnants of his previous actions from your lips—giving him a sense of control as he came down from the highs of his pleasure, the same control he had once sought after.

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Thorin, Fili, Kili, Thranduil, Legolas

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Thorin, Fili, Kili, Thranduil, Legolas

[myrquez]

no bc i’ve been thinking about this. and it’s breaking my brain a bit. but. marc sorta kinda is slowly morphing into a valentino figure in the sport rn. the most successful rider on the grid, the one with experience, (almost not quite) pretty universally admired for his resilience and beloved, the benchmark (ha) for young riders to prove themselves, and, importantly, thee showman of the grid, the one who shines brightest with the charisma and the spectacle

what i’m saying is bezz is lowkey imprinting on another valentino figure in his life

bless your soul anon, THIS is truly the most compelling thing about their dynamic to me. the valentino of it all

the more you go down the rabbit hole the more confusing and intertwined it gets, because. of course marc and valentino have always been different sides of the same coin. but there was a time, before all of that, in which marc probably was so similar to bezz himself, instead. young, frantically chasing his dreams and desires, looking up to valentino and slowly morphing his own self into his idol’s figure.

marc once stood where bezz still stands, but bezz could never do the same. he couldn’t then and ever won’t, because marc actually climbed to reach valentino’s peak and he did it so easily, he fought, dethroned and even “betrayed” valentino (delusions, we know, however). and that’s exactly where it gets messy and confused, because of course there’s resentment. there’s hate, disdain even, and we know it.

but there’s jealousy and there’s envy as well. why did marc have to deserve all of that when he couldn’t even appreciate it? he was being showered with admiration and respect and affection, all bezz ever dreamed of, and he was such a dick about it. literally why Did God Choose Him.

and then there’s outrage! because now marc is morphing himself into a god, into this untouchable and unreachable authority figure who is standing above all of them. and How dare he to do such a thing. to stand where valentino once stood in all of his greatness. there’s astonishment, because how did he even do it, how did he rise up so fast from his ashes, how did he escape the grave he himself dug?

and right at this point, there’s admiration. there’s amazement, respect, reverence, even! how can you, as a rider, not be amazed by all of that, to not want to observe and study and yeet yourself into this mine of knlowedge and talent and resilience and strength. marc marquez IS majestic, he’s an alien, like him or not, you gotta give it to him.

in summary, yes, he’s a simp at his heart. he wanted to fuck vale then and he wants to fuck marc now. i suspect he loves powerplays

[echoes-lighthouse]

Freakiest Thing Each Of My Selfships Is Into <3

I was just scrolling through the tag and remembered how much I fucking love hearing about other people's niche kinks so I decided to make a post about the weirdest side of my selfships :D

My platonic selfships are of course excluded and my nostalgia selfships are also excluded because they're weird enough without adding extra kinks to them. Also, most of these are focused on my f/os rather than my s/is because I'm like 90% ace but still interested in kink and also fictional sex with my f/os.

Anyways they're under the readmore because I don't tend to post n$fw on this blog so I don't expect everyone to have the tags blocked! Please dni if under 18, etc

Jester- she likes being the centre of group use on occasion so we'll have nice big parties with her on a table and everyone is well-trained on the rules and her safewords and she gets dicked down proper and I tell her she's doing a great job

Tate- absolutely rampant mommy kink, which wouldn't be quite so weird if his mother didn't live next door :I

Himiko- feral kitten play, baby! Especially if we're showing off for the other LoV members, we go full kitty mode and draw lots of blood and tumble around together and have fun

Tomura- age play in all of the most extremes: diapers and bottles and gloves that curl his fingers into a fist so he can't use his quirk or his hands, poor baby

Toshi- we're like 80% vanilla but we have done a couple of me-as-student, him-as-teacher roleplays that get us both going partially because of how absolutely taboo it is for both of us

Zero- uhhhh, it's Rick Sanchez I don't know what the craziest could possibly be? we have a lot of public sex at those kinds of parties, or on planets where that's the norm. I like to control him while he's having sex with someone else, tell him exactly what to do while he pleases them. OH, we do consensual non-consent scenes and somnophilia scenes, that's probably the wildest stuff maybe?

Val- the extremely vore-adjacent experience of having sex in someone else's body: the intimacy of making love in their bloodstream, nestled against a single red blood cell

Grell- blood play that is not safe or sane, but very much consensual: we got a little carried away one time and I almost bled out afterwards but I was okay: she's vicious with a scalpel, what can I say? My beloved half of Jack the Ripper.

Cecil- our relationship is 95% platonic but he's had a few phases where he's worked up enough to use me: it's kind of a sex doll situation where I'm not very active and I keep to a smaller form and let him do whatever he wants

Tumblr- we're still in the experimentation phase! nothing too wild in this relationship: she has a bit of a daddy kink (and a praise kink) but that's about it.

Monokuma- exhibitionism, baby, I'm out here doing a solo show for the cameras until I get some sweet bear loving. Technosexuality, I suppose? I would like to make him overheat ^-^

Death- hmmm, just some body worship: I could eat her out for hours and I think I do, when she lets me. Cock warming if she's got one for the day.

Gertrude- not very exciting: lots of cliche artsy lesbian things like oils and massages, waxplay and foodplay, painting each other nude and overflowing the bath by accident when we're cleaning up

Dirk- plushophilia, dubious consent, and forced orgasms: control over the other person's orgasm is one of the ultimate powers in our relationship and it swings both ways in turn

Jonah- *chanting* desk sex, desk sex, desk sex... cockwarming and powerplay. he takes out his frustration over bad business deals on me and I'm very ready for it, but sometimes I put up a fight just so he can wear himself out a bit more getting me where he wants me

Which do you think is the wildest?? I think I'm too close to really choose. You should do this with your selfships also if you'd like to!! I really do like hearing about characters and people's niche kink preferences and I think selfship/kink crossovers are something I don't see enough of.

[variousqueerthings]

This is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me in my life. The only exciting thing!

Bill! I've been writing with a friend while watching s10 and this friend really doesn't like m*ffat, and I think by s10 all goodwill had run out and they do tend towards the most negative read of every episode, and bill as character generally

and look, bill is introduced with a truly stupid, fatphobic, rambly-in-a-bad-way bit of dialogue. we breathe deeply. we remember that we're here to do a rating and so this will be included in that. but also that there are many many facets of bill's character that are very interesting, fun, and different to anything we've seen since m*ffat took the helm on this show, and that this line -- while fucking... argh... is not repeated. but also just never should have existed to begin with

(also oh gosh, fatphobia as sexism and/or as political... it's really both isn't it, it's going on both, y'all making your first lesbian main character say fatphobic shit, c'mon!)

sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 7/10

sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored, or given agency to her emotional interiority): 10/10

interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 8/10

furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 7/10

companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 8/10

the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 7/10

doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 7/10

isn’t trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 10/10

internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 7/10

Politics (how conservative is the story): 7/10

FULL RATING: 78/100 (if I can count….)

m*ffat where was this energy five seasons ago???

OBJECTIFICATION: I knocked a whole three points off just for that "joke" to be honest. this episode is otherwise pretty good at writing its female characters, bill and heather

it's especially as a counterpoint to the paternoster gang, where lesbianism = sexy master/servant powerplay in leather, and look- look I am not averse to that as concept

but written my m*ffat on doctor who? yeurgh

point is, that's not bill and heather

PLOT-POINT: bill is the POV character in a way none of the other companions were in their first episodes (barring amy as a kid, but as an adult, not so much anymore). the doctor is some weirdo but compelling professor at her college, which she works at and secretly goes to classes at, her potential relationship with heather is what sets off the plot and carries it throughout, and is what drives the ending

it's pretty neat on the whole. my friend's main angry point about this episode (well one of them) was that bill was totally unconcerned with what happened with heather/that it should have had a bigger effect on her longrunning and... yehhh I'm not not in agreement but I do think that with doctor who being a bit of a bullshit-science type show in which characters don't die in a number of ways + that I know heather comes back at the end + there's that setup that they'll probably see heather again + the focus on bill's character as being in the closet to her foster mum (foster or adoptive, I've forgotten now) and working in a canteen and just not really knowing where her life is going and all of that wrapped up in meeting heather and that adventure with the doctor... it does work on the whole

it could have been more I do think that, especially heather's character, whom we know basically nothing about other than that she was probably depressed and wanted to travel places, but I think bill's emotions are far more grounded and long-reaching and important to the story than amy's or clara's ever were and this already in episode one

maybe I'm just happy to see something but I do think it's also something done -- for the most part -- quite well

COMPLEXITY: this plot as a mystery is quite fun. bill is just as much figuring out the doctor as she is the mystery of the puzzle. as such, it's kind of a slow-burnish that's not massive in scope, but I think it's rather delightful

CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: new companion called bill whom we already know a fair bit about, woman in a puddle, mystery in the cellar, nardole is still there, the doctor is having a bit of an emotional Time (when are they not -- but it's an evolving emotional Time)

COMPANIONS MATTER: bill does a lot in this episode, which is extra great because she's so new. it's a lot of questions, but also a lot of proactive behaviour, and it's also questions that are about bill learning and not about acting as a sounding board for the doctor all the time

“GODLIKE” DOCTOR: the doctor is mainly trying to stay out of things, and then bill drags them into things, and it's a bit about emotions and a bit about becoming a (grand)parental figure to bill, who needs some support, I like that this is the impetus that gets the doctor involved in the story... well, that and can't resist a mystery of course. and boredom. multitudes

also a defining thing the doctor does is go back in time and take some pictures of bill's mum for her. this is simply done out of kindness (and it doesn't hurt that it affects a later plot)

PREVIOUS DOCTOR WHO: I really like the callbacks in this one, it really says some stuff about the doctor-as-character where they currently are -- that is, looking with melancholy at the past. funnily enough, with river and susan on the same desk, it kind of ties river to that past more effectively than the show managed to do during her actual episodes, I feel

also by putting susan there, it says a lot about how the doctor is going to be interacting with bill. a very different kind of dynamic to any we've had before on nu!who

“SEXINESS”: I've put this highly, as I don't remember anything. generally this season I haven't remembered if there's anything (actually no lies, one thing just popped up, but not this episode), so I'll just have to operate on that assumption and... maybe take notes for the latter half. but I think we're relatively free of this anyway, considering a lot of the heteronormativity has been removed from the show at this point

INTERNAL WORLD: there is a university and bill lives with her foster mum because her mother is dead, and she works in the canteen and sneaks into lectures. honestly an old university is the perfect place for the doctor to hide, tenured professors are like cryptids

there's a biiit less on the queer side of things, and there will be throughout the season. this not to say that bill is not definitely a lesbian, in a way where I'd say (controversially perhaps) that clara never felt queer to me

but simply that it doesn't seem like bill's involved much in queer culture, and that culture doesn't affect the plot as such. I'm okay with this, I think there's still a lot to be said for how bill's lesbianism already affects the text for the better, but it is the point and I am doing this particular rating, so it should be said

POLITICS: I mean to strip bill to box-ticking (not in a bad way) for a second, but she's a black, working-class lesbian who's living with a straight, white foster mother, whom she's not out to

and she is the hero of the story. she's funny, she's kind, she sees things, she asks good questions, and she remembers very very well and applies what she learns to the situations she's in. while one might ask whether some of these aspects of her could have been explored more throughout her run, it's fair I think to say that they are explored and are recurring parts of her story and affect how she sees and moves through the world

I also think there's just something about this weird professor type seeing her in turn, singling her out as special, which is such a different way to how m*ffat has written the doctor opposite women since s2, in which only women who are suitably Special in particular ways (through being "well-bred" and "highly educated" and essentially very classist ideas of being from the right background, or by first being introduced as a mystery and then later as a character)

dare I say... he might have learnt something?

which is why, to bring the mood down for a second, her fatphobic ramble feels out of character for who we later learn she is, and just feels more like a throwaway joke on the side of m*ffat to show that... idk actually what it's meant to show. that bill rambles? that she's slightly awkward? and of course m*ffat doesn't know that fatphobia is a thing (I imagine) and so wouldn't have wanted to write it to show that bill has unexamined bigotries (which could be interesting, but not done in this way or with this character or with the themes of this season), especially is we're kiiind of seeing bill flirt with that woman in a later scene?

(I also think this ramble is weird in terms of how it describes the doctor, it's so nonsensical. is it implying the doctor was essentially sexually harassing this unknown woman? this unknown woman that she also objectifies before we even get to the fatphobia???)

I should actually just include it as a reminder to people, because it really does suck: "Okay, so my first day here, in the canteen, I was on chips. There was this girl. Student. Beautiful. Like a model, only with talking and thinking. She looked at you and you perved. Every time, automatic, like physics. Eye contact, perversion. So I gave her extra chips. Every time, extra chips. Like a reward for all the perversion. Every day, got myself on chips, rewarded her. Then finally, finally, she looked at me, like she'd noticed, actually noticed, all the extra chips. Do you know what I realised? She was fat. I'd fatted her. But that's life, innit? Beauty or chips. I like chips. So did she. So that's okay."

I am not negating that this was terribly written and offensive, but I do think it's also at odds with later bill and I don't take it in as part of her character, so much as a massive bit of bad writing on the m*ffat's part, same as, say, when the doctor grabbed jenny and kissed her without her consent, which would be a character-ruiner for me if I decided that that was part of my canon. this isn't quite as bad as that, but it's not a great way to introduce a character that you're meant to root for, and also just... I mean not that there aren't fatphobic lesbians but c'mon, you're showing an ostensibly queer perspective and you're turning her into a bloke????? nah nah nah, fuck right off with that

FULL RATING: 78/100 (if I can count….)

it's frankly wild how far and fast this jumped for the first episode of the season. its main detractor, really is that joke, and perhaps the general limitations in including a queer culture to bill's queer identity, but bill is -- on the whole -- fantastic and immediately shifts the show into a completely different gear

I feel like it's a shame she came here at the end, after a lot of people had dropped off, not just for one season in and of herself, but the final season of this entire era. it's a lot of weight to carry and I think pearl mackie does a fantastic job

[pochapal]

I feel like someone/I should of asked this sooner, but: Any guesses/thoughts based off Kyrie, Rudolf, and Battler towards Ange’s… everything? You knew who they are but in case you forget: Kyrie & Rudolf’s daughter. Rudolf’s second kid.

i forgot ange existed 💀💀💀

anyway reviewing my liveblog notes i do find it very interesting that there are two absent female figures at the very top and very bottom of the ushiromiya totem pole (grandma ushiromiya, ange). like... that feels like a very deliberate choice. i think my answer will be similar for both individuals: they are symbols standing in for some specific theme/mystery that isn't fully clear yet. what i will say is that grandma and ange are not in the story and are both mentioned as much as the other, but neither haunts the narrative in the way that beatrice does.

my best guess is that like how grandma ushiromiya possibly represents a diminished and killed sense of female empowerment and agency within the ushiromiya household, ange represents something to do with family unit construction. perhaps also in conjunction with maria's absent father? you have ange the beloved absence, maria's father the hated absence (presumably), and grandma ushiromiya the ambivalent absence. not sure. i'm spitballing a lot over here.

the only fact we get about ange is that she's a baby and she gets sick around the time of the family conference - specifically, she gets a vomiting bug. there's a lot of very easily symbolism to read into that; as the most Innocent member of the family, the Ushromiya Essence poisons baby ange to the point where it makes her ill as a manifestation of what this family is doing to all its members. the vomiting part is maybe in a purging/purification sense? ie that ange is expelling the ushiromiya poison and is also guaranteed to survive the weekend of the conference thanks to the fact she's not there. perhaps in the wake of this all this means ange is fated to escape the cycle of abuse and cruelty or something like that? not sure since i think ange's role in the text is limited to her as a conceptual stand in for the union between rudolf and kyrie than anything else.

perhaps if we're thinking about the family unit there's something to the fact that in 1986 the child that is authentically rudolf and kyrie's is absent but battler, the specter of a previous relationship and one who has rejected the ushiromiya family, is there in her place. like obviously we need a battler-like figure as a basic narrative device in order to tell the story of umineko in the first place but he also exists as a potential point of contention between rudolf and kyrie. from what we saw kyrie was cordial and fond of battler even if their relationship was little more than a casual friendship but i wonder how that would have held if the killings hadn't happened and battler re-entered the ushiromiya fold and kyrie was forced to witness rudolf's kid from the last marriage walk in and not only be loved more than her child, but also possess more power in the hierarchy than kyrie herself does. hard to tell because none of this came to pass and kyrie was never overtly part of those toxic powerplays in the way that, say, eva was.

ange might have something to do with that secret rudolf was going to share with battler and kyrie but never got the chance to before he was killed, but at this point in the story nobody who would meaningfully care about ange is even still alive unless something new is revealed on that front. grandma ushiromiya might have something to do with the epitaph but i'm not sure where ange would fit into that. it's a little perplexing trying to figure that one out with the information i have!

idk i think ange's Everything is that she's a baby who managed to escape the horrors and who might be the key to understanding some kind of as-yet-unseen riddle/mystery to do with rokkenjima or the ushiromiya family that rudolf was clued in on. i'm really not too sure!

[silviakundera]

BBC Merlin and Kinnporsche: My Thesis

Kinn/Arthur was raised as the heir of a powerful dynasty that is a dubiously moral leech on society (thai mob/british monarcy).

Near everyone wants him dead.

Porsche/Merlin is selected by King(pin) Daddy to be Kinn/Arthur's servant. Power dynamics make it very hard to say no.

At first Arthur/Kinn uses the power imbalance to be a raging asshole. He gets better. (ok Arthur struggles with this a bit longer)(but to be fair, outside of fic Arthur is also not getting frequent orgasms from his bodyguard manservant)

Porsche/Merlin never becomes great at his official bodyguard manservant job. Being a manservant wasn't his dream career, it's something that 'happened' to him. Stays disrespectful, sassy forever. A survivor who retains an assertive personality & won't bow by route to hierarchy.

Kinn/Arthur would obviously be happier and more well adjusted if he could abandon what he has been raised to see as his "birthright" and live like a normal commoner, but in canon it's too central to his identity for him to leave it all behind.

For Arthur/Kinn, part of pull of Merlin/Porsche is in how he demonstrates & encourages the possibility of embracing levity, unfiltered thought & body, personal expression even when living a life of duty. With Merlin/Porsche beside him, he can uphold his responsibilies but not have to coldly perform every aspect of his life. The prospect of trust & loyalty with someone whom you can be imperfect & impulsive with.

Merlin and Porsche ultimately get caught up in the cycle of violence inherent in the Pendragon/Theerapanyakun dynasty and end up with blood on their hands. After developing an emotional connection to the heir, they resign themselves to the practice of killing the enemies of the royal family.

Porsche/Merlin is Destined to be Arthur/Kinn's #2 - at end of arc, grows into being his "right hand" and most trusted person.

There is a whole segment of fanfic where Merlin/Porsche (1) never gets hooked into being a lacky of the mob/monarchy OR (2) he breaks away mid-canon to have a separate life away from serving the royal family.

Major flashback past reveal is about one of their moms, a secret King(pin) Daddy was keeping from them

Ultimate big bad showdown is between family. (Gun/Vegas, Morgana) Beloved minor charcters bite it in the chaos.

King(pin) Daddy does sketchy shit because of powerplays & personal obsessions that get people killed.

King(pin) Daddy tried to murder & exiled Merlin's dad/at min an accessory to the murder to Porsche's dad.

Porsche and Merlin figure out the dad is trash but ultimately don't have the heart to kill him and would never be able to ask his son to do it. Strategy: wait for the old man to die

HOWEVER. KP:ts did not kill Kinn on Christmas. So they are actually completely different.

[jaynovz]

20 questions for fic writers!

tagged by @septemberskye 🥰

It took me so long to get round to this I think the whole pirate and sunder fam have already done it 🙈😔😭 ummm please take this as invitation to do it if you see it and want to 💜

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

48. Notably, 19 of those are podfic. 🎙️💪

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 

380,544 💪💪💪

3. What fandoms do you write for? 

Mostly Black Sails, but have also written for Cobra Kai, OFMD, and Sunder City/The Fetch Phillips Archives. Will probably write OPLA fic here sometime soon.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? 

1. some ancient call, 7k, OFMD. A creature rom com I wrote right after s1. Weird, funny, and sweet.

2. Strike Hard, 4k, Cobra Kai/Karate Kid. LawRusso do the classic fighting to fucking. Baby's first porn in like 6 years to that point. Also written right after s1.

3. in over our heads, 13k, Black Sails. The first fic I wrote for Silverflint, called Flogging Verse because the events play out after Silver is flogged post 2.1 for firing on the warship.

4. don't let me in with no intention to keep me, 7k, Black Sails, nicknamed Petplay. Silver and Flint discover some things about themselves mid s2. Still one of like, hmmm four total petplay fics in the fandom.

5. the sweetest devotion, hitting me like an explosion, 39k, Black Sails, nicknamed Cupcakes AU. A bakery-street performer romcom, the only time I've give the boys a no strings attached happy ending.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? 

Religiously, lol. And it's because I want to talk about my story! I spent a lot of time on it so I take any chance to ramble more with someone who did me the compliment of reading it.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely hand in unlovable hand aka The Worst Ending. Second place is Hanahaki.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

Cupcakes AU 🧁 Generally speaking, if you're looking for unambiguously happy endings, you've come to the wrong place lol. However, if you want a fluff cheat sheet--besides Cupcakes, you can also check out the Soft Verse, Milkingfic, Bellyfic, and the Halloween Corn Maze fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

 Thankfully no 💜

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 

Lmao indeed. It's part of my Brand at this point. Love to use sex and kink as tools to dissect characters. Altered states my beloved.

What kind is a mix of if something tickles my brain/what the story needs, though you will most always find some amount of powerplay dynamics.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? 

Ummm, back in middle school I wrote some crossovers, but none recently.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? 

Not that I am aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Not yet!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Yep. Many of my early offerings to the Black Sails fandom were collabs.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Oh You Know... (It's Silverflint)

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The Black Sails post canon Fix It Fic that started it all. It's just very complex, which is why it was abandoned in the first place. And there are some other factors that just make it untouchable.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Overarching structure/plot beats, poetic language, characterization, conveying emotion, searing hot smut and kink.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Editing full stop. Historical/period accuracy type details. I have to do buckets of research for that kind of stuff. External pressures on the characters. I'm very very good at the zoomed in relationship view, but expanding/getting outside of their heads is not something I've done a lot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? 

It's fine, as long as there's a story reason for it to be there.

19. First fandom you wrote for? 

InuYasha when I was about twelve years old. Those stories have since fallen into the void.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Break Up AU of course :)))) My baby, my masterpiece, my heart, soul, blood, sweat, and tears. I was definitely possessed the year it took to write it.

--

Thanks for tagging me <3

[ilopisara]

17.02. 00:07 | Ilo Pisara vs Dusk till Golden Dawn 6 - 5

Ah, the latest spectacle on ice featuring our beloved Ilo Pisara ended in a heart-pounding 6-5 victory over Dusk till Golden Dawn - and what a show it was! It's like watching a group of penguins trying to fly; somehow, they managed it. Let’s break down this icy opera. First off, Yuri Tarde – more like Yuri "Tardy" because he clearly showed up late to Defense 101. With 28 giveaways, I'm surprised he didn't just hand them the puck gift-wrapped. But then again, with three goals and three assists, maybe he's playing 4D chess that mere mortals can't comprehend. Macho Fantastico lived up to half his name – 'Fantastico' at giving away the puck but still macho enough to dish out hits left and right while snagging himself four points. A true enigma wrapped in hockey gear. Jani Saari? More like Jani "Sorry-not-sorry" for scoring two crucial goals including the game winner on powerplay - showing us all how dangling is really done amidst chaos. Teppo Winnipeg and Sami Noddy were there too... somewhere between being invisible ninjas on ice or just enjoying front-row seats to The Yuri Show™️. In conclusion: We're less stable than my aunt’s internet connection but hey—winning ugly is still winning. Onward we skate into future battles where hopefully our defense doesn’t resemble Swiss cheese during a heatwave.

[asoulofatlantis]

His ego is so big he even needs the biggest part of the screen. Absolutely annoying. (Also, notice That Shirley is the only one not directly looking at the screen. It is very likely that she is standing next to Cedric right now. Which would aline with what she usually does.)

Those two have way too much fun for such a dire situation XD

Yeah... it does just sound like Mariabell to agree to such a stupid plan. Tho I think, just like Shirley, they are just in for some fun and action and not really for some slaughter them all to start a war thing. Thats why Cedric was the only one frustrated about the plan not working out in the end.

You know... the only regret I have whenever I see this wonderful scene play out in all his glory is that I didn’t have the patience to go into this game blind. This moment would have made my whole month if I had not known previously that Olivert was alive and getting married at the end of this game.

Cedrics strive for power was bigger then anything in the world. He would have sacrificed whatever it takes to get where he wanted - no, where he thought he needed to be. That doesn’t mean deep down he didn’t regret some of the decision he did make. However, his personality was so twisted that... he just couldn’t give into his regret until it was almost way too late for that. But we get to that eventually... with some help of Shirley and Class7 that is.

We don’t have weeks... But I have no doubt he would, if he could XD In any case, its obvious that Shirley had won the nick-name battle with flying colors at this point. In the basin Cedric asked her (nicely so, tho through gritted teeth XD) to not call him princey boy, she decided to play along and called him “you highness” after that, but not really looking very convinced. It seemed more like she decided not to push his buttons any further, as he had been agitated enough at this point. However, when she explained why Ouroboros were playing along with Cedrics plan this time, she called him Princey Boy again infront of everyone and there was no reaction from Cedric whatsoever. The game fools you a bit with all that ”long time no see” - bullshit, but its been only a few days, a week at best, since the basin, but it seems like Shirley has made it a point that she will call his highness whatever she pleases and he better accepts it or make an even greater fool out of himself by complain about it in his submissive tone Infront of his allies and enemies alike XD I think I’ve mentioned it before, but between the lines, there is a lot of powerplay going on between Shirley and Cedric. This is all but a fight between his position and her might and he is losing that fight so much it surely almost hurt as much as this scolding Cedric got from Rufus and Osborne. But in the overall picture, Shirley needed to win this powerplay to keep Cedric in check. If he could boss her around like he does with everyone else, there would be no way for her to stop him if necessary and even tho we do not actively see it, the game shows you through subtle hints that she does. Also... Cedric has distanced himself from everyone who cared about him, family and friends aline and he is obviously not exactly a very accepted and beloved part of the Ironbloods as all that they want from him is to play his role. Meaning as of right now, he is all but alone. But then he is not, because that is exactly what Shirleys comment here shows us. She cares. She is the one constantly around him ever since what happened in the Grahl. The one standing beside him no matter what stupid stunts he pulls. She is the one giving him hell when he deserves it. But also supporting him when he needs it. And that is what Cedric needs right now in this state he is in. She is likely going back to his side after the events here and has to deal with the aftermath of the mess he made... and would she not. He would be all alone and he frustrated Cedric all alone, might just got worse ideas then killing the leaders of the nation. So in this sense, we are back to the fact that she keeps him in line, despite the fact that she herself loves to cross the line a lot.

Seems like Remeferie is just as stupid as Liberl, Crossbell and Erebonia. Or why else would Lucy believe that after all that Lechter had pulled he would easily be able to get to their class reunion? Under normal circumstances no traitor like that would be allowed to run around freely ever again after aiding a dictator like Osborne in his great schemes for a big war. This is the same nativity that Rean showed when he promised Crow would graduate with Towa, George and Angie, even tho they tried to tell him it was not possible. But can you really blame them at this point? Richard is running around freely in Liberl and Cassius Bright himself adopted not one but two former Enforcers of Ouroboros who are running around freely, living a happy life. Arios is still very free and active in Crossbell, that damn Layer who killed Guy in cold blood is still held in high regards even by Lloyd himself. And Erebonia is full of former traitors doing whatever they please. Heck, even the freaking church got a former terrorist to be one of them. Or support an old guy playing dead, just to get a young promising man into their ranks... urg... we are all way to forgiving I tell you.

In any case, maybe that is a promise that when we get to Remeferia, we will finish Lechters arc for good.

It was. I’ve played this game 3 times now and yet this is all a really exhausting rollercoaster of emotions. After doing that I am always absolutely spent.

Just from getting the invitation to the Pantagruel to finishing this chapter took me around 4 hours. Uff. I am beat.

[aci32]

HELLOWEEN/HAMMERFALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey everyone sorry for running 4 days late but better late than never, here is my 4th review of 2023, Helloween and Hammerfall!!!!!!!!!!! I hadn’t seen both of these bands in half a decade and 4 years respectively, not since Wacken 2018 and 2019, so it felt great to see them again. Helloween also haven’t played Toronto in almost a decade not since they played Opera House, Hammerfall I last saw in Toronto half a decade ago on the same night Slayer played their final show on their final tour and it was also at Opera House. This time around, both bands played at History, which was my 2nd time going there.

Let’s start the festivities!

First band up was HAMMERFALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was my 5th time seeing them as I last saw them at Wacken Open Air 2019 and they were spectacular at that time, and when I saw them at WOA 2019 it was before Sabaton took the stage and played a 2 hour show, plus both bands would come to Toronto in October of that same year but I skipped that show as I had already seen both bands play at Wacken. Hammerfall get better each time I see them live and Joacim Cans is a joker especially with his onstage antics during songs and his funny banter especially pointing to a guy in the back saying “except for this guy” before Let the Hammer Fall played. Here’s their setlist:

BrotherhoodPlay Video

Any Means NecessaryPlay Video

The Metal AgePlay Video

Hammer of DawnPlay Video

Blood BoundPlay Video

RenegadePlay Video

Last Man StandingPlay Video

Hero's Return / On the Edge of Honour / Riders of the Storm / Crimson ThunderPlay Video

Let the Hammer FallPlay Video

(We Make) Sweden RockPlay Video

Hammer HighPlay Video

Hearts on Fire

After Hamerfall it was time for the German power metal juggernauts, HELLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was my 5th time seeing them as I last saw them half a decade ago as the Wacken 2018 super headliners as they played a 2.5 hour set from 9:30 PM-Midnight on the last day of Wacken Open Air and it was on the Pumpkins United tour that saw the return of Kai Hansen and Michael Kiske, and that was the best I had seen Helloween play since I got to see them in their home country and on the biggest metal festival in both Europe and the world. This time around they played at History and they had a pretty good turnout I must say, although it wasn’t sold out compared to them playing a packed field at WOA 2018. Before they played Forever and One (Neverland) Michael Kiske and Andi Deris were talking and Andi said “This song is for my beloved...ex” and Michael said “Everyone with your smartphones take them out and turn on the lights, it looks niceeeee” Andi then said “I remember people with cigarette lighters would have burnt fingers and thumbs” which made me laugh. Here’s their setlist:

HalloweenPlay Video

OrbitPlay Video

SkyfallPlay Video

Eagle Fly FreePlay Video

Mass PollutionPlay Video

Future WorldPlay Video

PowerPlay Video

Save UsPlay Video

Walls of JerichoPlay Video

Metal Invaders / Victim of Fate / Gorgar / Ride the SkyPlay Video

Heavy Metal (Is the Law)Play Video

Forever and One (Neverland)Play Video

Guitar Solo(Sascha Gerstner)Play Video

Best TimePlay Video

Dr. SteinPlay Video

How Many TearsPlay Video

Encore:

Perfect GentlemanPlay Video

Keeper of the Seven KeysPlay Video

Encore 2:

I Want OutPlay Video

For the Love of a Princess(James Horner song)

Overall a great show, but I do say fuck early in the week shows as I feel tired the next day and I have no motivation to immediately do my reviews, compared say to Thursday, Friday or Saturday shows, and as well the commute to History can suck my hairy dick, lick my hairy scrotum, and eat my hairy ass. Also I will be seeing both Hammerfall and Helloween at this years Wacken Open Air, so that will be a lot better.

HEAVY METAL FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[xxbuildyourowndisasterxx]

MY BELOVED POWERPLAY MERCHANTS ARE BACK

[alsolucakairomi]

AAA POOR JORDYN!!! evil old man who I hate... POWERPLAY DYNAMICS MY BELOVED

Add me to the tag list please!

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Currently running low on mental energy and fixating on things that are gonna happen in this story ages and ages from now so I don't have much to say about this one

As always, let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list! chapter begins after the cut

CWs: minor medical whump, references to previous torture (whipping), manipulative and creepy old man performing odd powerplays on his vulnerable and confused 'charge,' references to forced haircuts, food control

Jordyn's Training, part 2: Questions

6 MONTHS AFTER WAKING

My eye twitched as the needle sunk into the skin of my cheek again, but I avoided wincing at it. The pain I was feeling wasn’t real, and I was strong enough by now to understand that. Thanks to what Father did to my back, I was forced to endure that irritating sensation for weeks and weeks on end, until eventually I learned to ignore it, just as he wanted. I pulled the suture through and out on the other side of the mostly-stitched slash wound across my face, separating it from the needle and tying it off. There, done.

I examined my face in the mirror, taking pride in my work. It was a lot shoddier than what the medics could do, but it was my first time suturing a wound, so that was to be expected. Father had banned me from the medbay so that I could learn to treat my own injuries as the difficulty of the obstacle course ramped up. This particular one was made by a knife launched from the wall that I had been too slow to block with my shadows. It was my mistake, and as such, it only made sense that I would be the one to fix it. After all, ‘what self-respecting 26 year old woman doesn’t know how to stitch their own wounds?’ or so Father said. Apparently, I was 26. That was good to know. I had been wondering how old I was recently.

The cut stretched all the way from my cheekbone to the bridge of my nose. If it had been even an inch higher, it probably would’ve taken out my right eye. As it was, though, it was just a flesh wound, and it would heal in time. Meanwhile, the constant itch would be a good reminder of what happened when I made a mistake in the obstacle course. I was getting good at blocking and deflecting the knives with my shadows, but evidently, I needed more practice

The door to my room opened and Father stepped in, walking over to me near the desk. He leaned down, peering at my stitched-up face. For a moment I thought he might have been about to reach out and touch me, and excitement flooded my chest, but instead he just stood there, hands behind his back as he examined my work. I tried not to let the disappointment show in my expression.

“Hm, a little messy,” he said. “But I suppose that’s to be expected for your first attempt. Good work, Jordyn.” He smiled, and my whole body lit up with giddiness.

“Thank you, Father.”

He checked his watch. “It’s just about time for lunch. Would you accompany me?”

I nodded and we left my room, heading through the winding hallways of the facility towards one of my favourite places: the mess hall. Nothing was more satisfying than a warm meal after a hard training session, and ever since I regained my dinner privileges, I’d been able to visit it that much more often. Not to mention, it was the place where I was most likely to run into the other people at the facility outside of Father and the medics. We would have conversations and I’d learn about all sorts of things that Father hadn’t deemed necessary to teach me. I didn’t resent him for it; I understood that he needed to prioritise my physical training, but it was fun learning new things. Speaking of which…

“Father, permission to ask a question?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Granted.”

“If you’re my father, why don’t we look the same? And, where’s my mother?”

He stopped walking, his brows furrowing into a frown. “Where did you hear about this?”

“Mr. Sadler, from R&D. He was telling me about his family and he mentioned a few things I didn’t understand, so I asked some questions. He told me what parents were. But, if I came from you, how come we look so different?”

I thought it was a reasonable question. My skin was tan, and my hair and eyes were dark, while Father was pasty and pale from top to bottom. His nose was thin where mine was wide, he was tall where I was short, and even when I looked at his face next to mine in the mirror, I couldn’t see a single similarity. Based on what Mr. Sadler said, that didn’t make sense to me.

Father hesitated. “Well… I suppose you take after your mother. In fact, you’re the spitting image of her. Unfortunately, she… passed away a few years ago.”

“Oh… How?”

Father began walking again, sudden enough that I had to jog to catch up to him. “No more questions, Jordyn. You just need to focus on your training. Don’t worry about anything else, alright?”

Oh well, I could just ask again some other time. I sucked in a breath and puffed out my chest. “Yes, Father.”

He smiled again, and my whole body tingled. “Good girl. Keep up the good work and you’ll be able to start combat training soon. Oh, and make sure you cut your hair before you go to bed tonight.”

I frowned, running a hand through my hair and taking a black lock between my fingers. When I first woke up after my accident, I had no hair. My head was completely smooth. It always upset me for some reason when I saw myself in the mirror. Ever since then, it’d been growing at a steady rate, and the longer it got, the happier I was with it. Nowadays, my fringe was long enough to reach my eyes if I didn’t brush it away. I liked it, and I liked the way it made me look. The thought of cutting it when it had finally reached a point I liked was like a punch in the gut.

“But… But I like my hair like this.”

Father raised an eyebrow. “Cut it, Jordyn. That’s an order.”

I wilted, trying to hold back the tears burning behind my eyes. “Y-yes, Father. How short?”

He peered at me, and it felt as though his gaze pierced through my body, layer by layer, through my skin and fat into the muscle beneath, and further still until it reached my soul. No matter how hard I tried to hide it, he knew exactly where to look to find the small glimmer of hope I was burying; the hope that he would only make me cut a little bit off. His head cocked to the side like a predator eyeing its helpless prey. 

“On second thought, buzz it all off. If your helmet comes off in battle, your hair will be a liability. You don’t want any criminals to be able to grab it, do you?”

I couldn’t help it. I started crying, even while trying to nod and confirm the command. “Y-yes, F-Father.”

“Really, Jordyn? Waterworks again, over a little haircut? You’re a grown woman, you need to start acting like it. No one will take you seriously if you become hysterical whenever you don’t get your way.”

“S-sorry, Father,” I said, trying to hold in my hiccups as best I could. He was right, of course. He was always right. Father knew best. I shouldn’t get so upset over such a simple ask; cutting my hair was the least I could do after everything Father had done for me. So what if looking in the mirror upset me again? I just wouldn’t look. It was fine. I could do it.

We continued on in silence to the mess hall, where we both grabbed trays and filled them up from the bain-marie before finding a table to sit at. Since it was midday, most of the tables were already taken, but when Father and I approached one, everyone sitting there immediately got up and left, taking their food with them. Apparently, Father just had that sort of influence on the people here. They’d never done that to me while I was on my own before. It disappointed me, to be honest. I’d been looking forward to talking with them.

I could still feel the tears in the back of my throat threatening to spill out as I sat down across from Father, but with the promise of a nice meal of chilli and rice in the very near future, I could ignore them a little easier. I grabbed my fork and was about to dig in when Father stopped me.

“I didn’t give you permission to eat, Jordyn.”

I froze, staring at him. He cocked his head meaningfully and I put my fork down before I could upset him any more.

“Good.”

Father started eating. He didn’t speak to me once during his meal. All I could do was sit there and watch as he polished off his tray. My face began to itch around my stitches, and when I moved to scratch them he glanced at me pointedly. I dropped my hand and remained still.

Eventually, he finished, promptly standing up and leaving his tray on the table. We made eye contact, and finally, finally, he said;

“You can eat now.”

Father left the room, and I was left alone to finish my meal in silence, wondering what I’d done so wrong.

Taglist: @steelandblood@sapphicwhump @urnumber1star

Really wanted to highlight Father and Jordyn's power dynamic in this one, and the way that he will just do random, seemingly pointless things just to exert his power over her when he feels it slipping, even without directly hurting her. Also the way that Jordyn's conditioning training is going as time progresses. I really want to get her out of this sort of 'child-like' demeanour soon but it's hard as she literally knows so little and is so sheltered on top of that. Tho I suppose it'll resolve itself as Father leans more on the conditioning and she becomes more of a soldier (which is sad but hey it won't be bad forever i prommy)

there will be either 1 or 2 more chapters in the Jordyn's Training arc, one for 9 months and one for a year, but I might put them both in the same chapter depending on how long the last one ends up. TBH i'm looking forward to moving on so I can start introducing more characters!! I've been thinking a lot about them and wanna show them off to the world :)

Feel free to reblog and let me know what you think! Thanks for reading :)

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