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crisiscutie · 8 months ago

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punishment. (rebirth)

pairing: 🐍Yandere Sephiroth/Fem!Reader🕊️

You thought you could get away from your Yandere lover? Think again...

Content warning: NSFW. Noncon. Yandere Sephiroth. Physical/Emotional Abuse. Fear/Primal Play. Size Difference (yass)

A part of you knew that you wouldn't win. But you tried anyway. Maybe when you can finally be at peace with yourself if you actually fought this time. Whatever happens, you need to make sure that you won't go "home" with Sephiroth.

As soon as you saw him waiting in the dark woods behind the inn, you knew you had to act quickly. The one area that used to be your haven is now tainted with his presence. You just left him, but now it's time to show yourself that you've really moved past him...

You summoned your blade as you rushed at him. For a good moment, he played along, effortlessly parring your strikes. He felt an influx of new strength from you, but it was still not enough to overcome him. Your cute defiance only made his raging cock eager to take you. You're his precious darling, and you need a reminder of who you belong to.

Eventually, he grew weary of this "mock" fight. He closed his eyes and coolly jabbed his blade through your lower arms, thighs, and leg all at once, causing you to yelp and then crash to the ground. You tried to keep your tears at bay as the coppery taste of blood lingered in your mouth.

Don't worry. You still got spirit. You thought. But as Sephiroth's slit eyes flickered open like a snake, the doubt set in. He stared you down, studying the best ways to play with his food. His tall and menacing stature cast a shadow over your smaller frame. He just couldn't wait to have you. Your womb will be his.

The next few moments happened so quick you couldn't keep up with him. He lifted and shifted your body, straddling your legs to his hips. Wooziness washed over you, no doubt from the blood loss. Your vision had a slight blur to it from the throbbing pain that overwhelmed your senses and your arms hung limply at your sides. You just now registered that your panties were brushed to the side, his cock slowly pushing in and out of you. He was just barely inside you, and already your cunt was struggling to take him. His gloved hand cupped your cheek, relishing in your broken, submissive beauty.

As your unprepared cunt constricted around him, his thrusting quickened. He wanted to keep teasing you, but his primal need to claim your womb overrode it. Your body quivered with an odd yearning for his seed. If only your clit and cunt revulsed from him as your mind did.

You were full of love for him at one point. But when his temper and mind games became too much to bear, you had no choice but to flee. But of course, he found you here, at the very inn you both first met. He always said you're so easy to predict. You clenched your teeth when your abused cunt stretched further around him as he descended further. He was just too big for you to take. Not that he cared though. But as if something within him possessed him, he sent you crashing to the ground, almost crushing you under his weight afterward, while a cruel smirk formed on his lips.

Tears cascaded down your face. Your beaten body squirmed from the impact aftermath. He threw your legs over his shoulders as his cock battered your cervix without mercy, as his own satisfaction is paramount, not yours.

No. No. NO!

A sharp, stabbing pain radiated in your stomach as your cervix struggled to resist his brutal mating press. You could only pray to whatever fucked up higher power out there to end this. You didn't even recognize Sephiroth at this point. His heavy, lusty grunts and the savage rutting of your cunt felt more fitting for a rabid, feral animal than the suave mastermind he believed himself to be.

Your mouth opened and closed, but the only sound that escaped were pitiful whimpers. You don't have the means to take care of a child, especially not his. And you don't even want to think about what Sephiroth even is now ever since he became one with JENOVA. You don't want any trace of them in you. The very thought of them cumming inside of you was revulsive. Unfortunately, the sadistic bastard was more than capable of sensing your thoughts and emotions. Your revulsion only fueled his drive to make your cervix yield.

After enduring more and more of this intense mating press, your prayer seemed to be answered as you lost all sense of thought when your cunt juices sprayed and slathered his cock. Not too long after, He let out a soft groan, one that was finally appropriate for his suave persona when his sticky, JENOVA-corrupted spunk flooded your defenseless womb. But he didn't want to pull out of you yet. He was determined to have every single drop of that "repulsive" alien cum in you. His lips drew nearer to yours, just savoring the sight of your tearful eyes rolling back with a sickening smirk he had never worn before. The essence made from him and his goddess mother, whom you dared to reject, will now defile every part of you, and he couldn't be happier about it. He reached out for your stomach bulge, stroking his large cock through it.

His domination didn't even stop there. Even his seeds in your body relentlessly hunted and ravaged your lone egg for as long as they could, coiling around it like a snake until the last seed penetrated it. Twisted, happy delusions flickered in Sephiroth's mind afterwards, the future visions of how this seed of life will blossom into a beautiful product of love that he and you created together.

When he had finally come down from his orgasm and the rush of power, his touch became surprisingly gentle and affectionate toward you, but there was still a mocking air to his actions, of course. He cradled your petite body and healed it using his dark magic.

"Good girl~," he said and gently patted your head. You lost the privilege of becoming his true equal, so now, the special role of his pet is what you'd have to resign to. You're his property now. Though it's something you can't be ungrateful about. It was a special mercy that he would only extend to you.

As his dark magic slowly mended your wounds, you felt a brief sharp sting of pain, a reminder of the despair to come, resulting from your disobedience. From now on, as Sephiroth's pet, you will no longer be addressed by your name. Your identity will be completely under his control, tailored to his cruel likings. After the mending was complete, he set a course for "home". The environment around you two distorted as he summoned a dark purple portal. He princess carried you into it and glowered at your small, broken form one last time.

He can't wait to begin your training.

While in the process of posting old and new stuff to my AO3, I ended up rewriting most of an old fic. Hope you guys enjoyed this!

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sweetheartssorrows · 30 days ago

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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ★ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖/𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃. 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃.

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Shigaraki is a switch that leans towards submissive due to his daddy issues and mommy loneliness/desperation. He usually clings to his lover in private and acts like the dominant one in public, acting unbothered but sometimes throws a fit in public like a child (ex. when he doesn't get something he wants), and you usually punish him for it. But he likes it.

Of course, Shigaraki is kinky, he has the weirdest but most predictable fetishes and kinks that well-fit him. Some being bondage (doesn't matter who's being bonded), hand fetish, choking (which goes along with the hand fetish) and most degrading techniques— like humiliation, name calling and glory hole. He also enjoys pain. A LOT. Which, it gets a little dangerous, he or you use techniques like biting (which you also use out of sex for teasing), spanking, and, cock/pussy slapping. He does do non-consensual sex, but it's not his kink, it's just when he's drunk and is hyper-aroused so he begs to fuck you/you to fuck him. Sometimes he likes somnophilia, but he tries holding back to respect your boundaries. — Using toys is a huge turn-on for him, he likes pegging, and, vibrators (on you and him), he doesn't use that many toys, just the basics.

Yes, Tomura enjoys quirk play, like in the given examples, he'd decay your clothes off and then...well, get started on you.

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Tomura is a (huge) 6.5 in/16.51 cm flaccid dick, and when erect, it can range between 7.5 in/19.05cm to 8.0 in/20.32 cm at most.

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He is very snuggly afterwards, rather if it's him dicking you down so good you won't be able to walk for weeks or you riding his hard dick so good he's lost his senses, he's take a bath with you, worship you, you worship him, you guys do selfcare and then snuggle. That's how it always ends.

Tomura doesn't believe in "rounds," he/you goes until you're both satisfied and exhausted, unless, of course, one of you have to stop bc of a medical or mental emergency (ex. bleeding, crying, panic attack, uti, etc.).

He's very bratty, take that in, sexual or not. He will throw tantrums when he doesn't get his way (rather that's with you, with others or in battle), they can be tiny, him biting, whining, pouting and stomping his foot, but they can also be huge (and destructive), him screaming, knocking things over, hitting/dusting anything in sight (he tries to not hit you) and getting on the ground and letting out his aggravation until he gets too tired and then just cries for comfort— which is how all his tantrums end, him crying and grabbing at you, desperate for comfort and forgiveness for his outburst.

Tomura's favorite body part of his lover would most likely be their breasts/pecks and their waist, rather they had no/tiny chest, a huge one or the size of Wendy William's, he'd love them, kiss them, bite them, snuggle them, hell, he'd motorboat them too. Rather his lover had "rolls," a skinny waist or think they had no waist because of their weight, he'd still hold them by it as they kissed. He wouldn't care about your body weight, but when he gets on his game, he's gonna insult everyone because of their looks, accent, body weight, etc.

Speaking of your body and appearance, he'd literally pop a boner as soon as you walked in the room, rather if you were dressed in the most revealing thing ever, your casual outfit, or your literal pajamas— boner alert. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎; He'd probably be playing on [insert device] and you'd walk in the room, he'd be too engaged in his game to notice you until he recognized your scent, he'd look up/back at you and try to cover his grin with a poker face and then get hard, then his smile would fade a bit and he'd cover it with a pillow, blanket, or his device.

♡︎ He wouldn't care for holidays like Valentine's day, Thanksgiving or Christmas...until he met you; Valentine's day, he'd likely do one or two of three things, fuck you, be all inlove and smitten or gift you with candies. Thanksgiving, he wouldn't really say anything, he'd just enjoy the food but he'd think about how happy he is to have you, and Christmas, an abundance of money would be stolen and spent to keep the love of his life happy. ♡︎

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That's all, people! Sorry this was kind of short, I hope you all enjoyed this first post. ★ 𝐍𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃! 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐓! 𝐌𝐘 𝐐/𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃, 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆!

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mischiefmaker615 · 2 months ago

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Take Me to Church

Inspiration: "Take Me to Church" by Hozier

Summary: Even a god can worship..

Requester: @slytherinqueen4life

Rating: R

Loki’s POV

Those eyes.. those eyes hold far more cruelty than I ever had in all the nine realms..

So much power.. power I could never ask for, for they demand submission.

My submission..

Her beautiful hair fell over her shoulders, framing her gaze while she kept me beneath her. Her nails dug into my shoulders, indicating through strength just how much she was taking me in.

I could watch her all day..

How she dragged herself up and down while I felt every inch of her grip me like a vice. I knew what she was doing, and gods knew how long she’d keep me over this cruel edge before she’d decide for when I could fall..

‘’Norns..’’ I breathed out, barely a whisper while my hips bucked instinctually up now and again and would earn myself another squeeze of her cunt. Gods she could ride me all day I’d still never tire..

And just before I could feel that heavenly state of bliss, her cruelty would begin again and she would seat herself down on my cock, rendering me immobile once more while I remained with her cold chains around my wrists. Gods knew I could break these, easily, but there was something about her.. her fierceness, her power, her domination that kept me from taking control.

She could have It all if it pleased her.. that’s all I could live for..

She would wait until she had me fidgeting, aching to rut into her again but I knew better than to move. Rewards were far but oh so worth the wait. As my eyes closed, willing patience once more before she decided to move her hips again- she removed herself entirely from my cock.

Confusion more than anything had me raise my head to look upon her, fully prepared to beg if I needed to for her to return and sheath my cock once more- but she had different plans.

Her knees brought her up my body, her dainty yet capable hands helping her along while she crawled to my gaze, her own piercing mine.

Gods yes.. just as I find myself struggling often to predict her next move, this one I found myself guessing easily..

Eagerly..

My nails dug into my palms, willing myself to remain patient, even while my mouth watered in demand. My cock hardened impossibly more and my muscles tensed to remain still.

Her knees finally.. finally planted themselves beside my head, and yet she still cruelly waited until she found me fidgeting once more.

Damn her sometimes..

But one found no room to complain when their mouth was busy.

I found hear her nails digging into the fabricated headboard while my impatient breaths fanned her cunt. Her thigh muscles tensed and I dared wondered if she was as desperate as I was while she kept up her cruel game.

Norns let me give you my life if you grant me this very moment to worship you in the bedroom.. to hold onto my promises I’ve vowed when you’ve so diligently and deliciously broke yours..

But not this one..

She finally sank herself down, a mix between a sigh and a gasp leaving her lips when her cunt enveloped my tongue. She began to slowly pull herself up, only to sink herself more onto my muscle I kept upward for her.

The mere taste of her had me humming against her flesh, the vibrations enough to earn me a faster pace while her hips began to tilt and sway back and forth. This action allowed her to use the tip of my nose to grind against her clit, the part of her I would help myself whenever she would offer it to my lips. Now and again she would oblige, grant for mere moments of mercy where I would lift my head up eagerly to suck upon her swollen bud and caress it with my tongue.

I could die like this.. gladly suffocate with her thighs pressed against my cheeks and her scent intoxicating my senses..

Another moan of pleasure from me would give another level of speed from her. Her legs would begin to shake while she would switch her position to where she so desperately needed me. Once she would remove her bud from my lips she would then hump it against my nose, indicating how much she needed my tongue inside her before she would switch off again.

My tongue couldn’t get any deeper in her- despite it’s attempts to reach her soul. It would desperately thrust up into her, acting as the one part of me that remained at attention for it’s turn.. but not now.. this was her pleasure, and she was going to take it..

Another moan left my lips, already feeling her walls began to flutter while I caressed her entrance, having found out just how close she was before she quickly moved her clit back to my mouth with a failed attention to hide what I already knew.

I knew what she wanted and how she would end this.

With desperate pants leaving her mouth, I felt her fingers glide into my hair, helping to lift my head and press my face more into her cunt while she weighed herself more upon her knees in an attempt to get closer. I ate like I was a starving man with the idea that only her essence could revive me from Hel’s torment..

With just the beginning of her moan, I was ready for her and she drew herself up quickly before my tongue shot right into her core, my nose and mouth pressing up into her with eager movements, I had her coming with a cry.

She was mewling upon shaking limbs, my name flowing from her lips as if I were the one to have dominated her..

With a single sound of a click, I could feel my arms sink into the mattress once she’s released me from my bounds. Her game was over, she was raising her white flag and recovering from battle while I feel her legs muster enough strength to raise herself from my mouth.

This wasn’t over.

Upon her surrender my hands instantly flew to her hips, stopping her in her tracks as she even dared flex a muscle to dismount from her perch. Her breath hitched, showing she had taken on a sudden confused state but she and I both knew that once she resigned, I was back in control and therefore making sure she planted herself back onto my face and stayed there until I have had enough.

Her moans and cries fell upon deaf ears.

She’s brought me upon her religion and I fully intended on committing until I am at her mercy once more and begging for salvation. As cruel as she may be out there, behind these walls she’s granted me heaven.

So let me worship.. and take me to church..

(perhaps a failed attempt at being poetic but my brain demanded his POV on this one Lol)

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daydreaming-nerd · 10 months ago

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The Bonds That Break Us (Rhysand x Female! Reader) Part 6

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Final Part

Request: "Would you do a Rhysand x fem!reader series? Maybe fem!reader is Rhysand's mate and Tamlin's sister? So secret love?"

AN: Took a wild leap with this one...

Summary: It was almost as if the cauldron liked to play games, as if it had sensed years of boredom and predictability and begged to be entertained. Its method of absolving its melancholy? Mate the High Lord of the Night Court to the younger sister of the High Lord of Spring.

Warnings (so far): mentions of physical abuse, mentions of SA, major sexisim, SMUT, dirty talk, angst.

Word count: 3557

(all photos are from pinterest)

“And if they win? If my brother and Beron get their way?” I ask Rhysand who is clearly lost in thought, but it’s Mor who answers.

“Then you would be forced to marry Eris. As fucked up and sexist as it is, they’re going to call into question who had claim of you first Eris or Rhys.” Mor answered clearly, hating the words coming out of her own mouth.

“Oh,” I murmured, it was all I could say, the thought that all of this could have been for nothing. Those days spent in a cell, weeks keeping Rhysand and I a secret it didn’t change the outcome of my life.

“I won’t let it come to that,” Rhys said, walling over to me and pressing his forehead to mine. “I won’t let them take you from me.”

“You’re right I’m sure we can figure this out,” I reply, not trusting my own words.

“Let’s go shopping girl, it will give brooding old Rhys here time to think of a plan.” Mor said, trying to lighten the mood. “You can borrow something of mine while we shop.”

“Mor’s right we should get me some clothes,” I giggle looking down at the too big shirt of Rhysand’s that I was wearing. I press a chaste kiss to his lips trying to bring a smile to his face but it doesn’t work. I move towards Mor but I feel Rhy’s hand pull me back.

“Not without one of these,” he says, pressing his lips to mine passionately. I nearly moan at the way he is always able to kiss me into submission. I swear I’d do anything he asked me if he just kissed me like this.

“I love you,” I smile, pulling away from the kiss.

“I love you too,” he smiles, running his thumb over my lips. “Take care of her Mor.”

“Like she was my own mate,” Mor smiled before leading me to her bedroom.

“This wasn’t just a shopping trip you know?” Mor says, holding up her glass of wine to her lip. “I wanted to thank you.”

She had insisted that we go out for a drink and for dinner before turning in for the night and given the long day we had I was more than willing to do just that.

“Thank me for what? I hardly think I’ve done anything but cause problems for your cousin and your court,” I sigh popping another grape into my mouth.

“Yet I’ve never seen him so happy,” she sent me a knowing smile. “I’ve known Rhys my whole life, never have I seen him so at peace, so willing to live. When his parents and his sister died he was given the title of High Lord, one he never felt like he was ready for. It made him unhappy, but all that has changed because of you.”

“How did Rhys’ family die?” I ask sipping my own glass of wine. All of the color drained from Mor’s face.

“You don’t know?” she asks bewildered.

“No he never told me,” I answered, afraid of whatever answer she might tell me.

“I shouldn’t tell you this,” she said, trying to resume sipping her wine.

“Mor please, tell me.” I beg her.

“Okay but don’t let Rhys kill me,” she starts. “200 years ago Rhys and your brother were friends, but your father figured out that Rhysand would be the most powerful High Lord and sought to bring him down a peg. So one night he and Tamlin as well as your brothers went to the Illyrian Camps and slaughtered his mother and sister in cold blood. When Rhysand’s father found out both went to the Spring Court only leaving you and Tamlin alive.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing Tamlin had always told me that the agents of the night court had killed our family for stealing their wings, that they were to be an enemy of our court. If I ever asked him to tell me more he would refuse. “But why would Rhys and his father leave us alive?”

Mor let out another sigh, “Rhys was supposed to kill you. That night he stood over your bed with a dagger, the mating bond snapped into place. He told me that he fell to his knees before you. It was too late for him to rectify what he had done to your family, but when he found his father holding a dagger to Tamlin’s throat Rhys begged for him to live and he did. But Tamlin took Rhysand’s fathers own dagger and drove it through his heart anyways.”

I nearly felt my knees give out, he had known for 200 years and said nothing. I couldn’t stop myself from reeling. My heart rate began to pick up and suddenly this dress was too tight, this room was too hot and the walls were closing in.

“I need…I need some air,” I gasped. It was all I could say before taking off.

I heard Mor calling for me inside the tavern but I couldn’t stop, not for anything. The chill of the night air did little to calm my heart rate down. I wove through a sea of people, all of them balking at the unfamiliar face. I even heard murmurs of ‘that’s Tamlin’s sister’ and my gut churned. All that was going through my head was he knew, he knew, he knew.

So I ran, and I ran, and I tried to outrun the feeling but it didn’t matter how far I went, I couldn’t escape the shocking truth I had just heard.

I found myself sitting by the edge of the river about a mile outside of town. Something about the sound of the water flowing by and the crickets chirping gave me time to think. It wasn’t agents of the night court that killed my family, it was the High Lord, and Rhys. I supposed I should be mad, but given the events of the last few days, what Tamlin did to me, what he’s still trying to do? I’m almost glad Rhys nearly put an end to it all. But it doesn’t change one thing. He knew we were mates for almost 200 years and didn’t tell me. I had heard him calling down the bond for an hour now, but I shut him out. I needed time to process this.

Behind me I heard the flap of massive wings and then a thud, I turned to find Azriel standing behind me. His face was kind. Not angry or upset like I thought it would be. He looked friendly.

“It’s a bit cold out tonight, mind if I join you?” he asked, gesturing to the spot beside me.

“I’m afraid I’m not the best company, but be my guest.” I reply, patting the spot next to me. His massive frame came to sit beside me and as the breeze floated in from my right he curled a wing around me shielding me from it.

“So you found out how to shut Rhys out of the bond?” he smirked.

“I guess so,” I shrugged, not taking my eyes off the river before me.

“Nice,” he smiled like he was proud of me for doing so.

“Is he mad?” I ask, cringing slightly.

“No, but he is worried. The second Mor came back and told him what happened and he sent all of us out to find you. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has the whole of Velaris doing search and rescue by now.” Azriel explained casually.

“I’m sorry. I just needed time.” I said picking at the rocks on the ground.

“Don’t be. It was a big blow,” he started. “Are you mad at Rhys?”

“I know I should be, but I’m not. I just wish he had told me.” I sigh.

“You know I was there that night. I was at the townhouse when he returned from the spring court. He was a wreck, an honest to gods wreck. He was so stricken with grief over what he had done that he disappeared to the Illyrian mountains for a week.” he explained.

“But why didn’t he tell me?” I plead.

“I don’t know. I think he wanted to, but the timing was never right. He spent nearly 200 years loving you from afar and then you finally felt the bond snap. I think he was so happy that he was scared he would lose you. That you would reject the bond.” he said.

“I suppose I don’t know what I’d do in that situation either,” I sigh.

“One thing you can be sure of is that he does love you. I’ve never seen a person love another person more. Hell he’s trying to claw into my mind as we speak but I’m not letting him,” Azriel chuckles.

“I suppose I should go back then,” I laugh beginning to stand up.

“I’ll take you. Do you want me to winnow you there or do you want to go the fun way?” he says, cocking an eyebrow.

“What’s the fun way?” I ask nervously, dusting the dirt off my dress.

He snapped his wings out in answer.

“Oh definitely the fun way,” I smile. “I’ve never flown before.”

“Rhys will be pissed that I’m taking your flying virginity but he’ll get over it eventually.” Azriel smiles before scooping me up. “You ready?”

“Yes!” I squeal in anticipation and excitement.

“Hold on tight princess,” Azriel laughs, launching off the ground into the sky.

My stomach bottoms out and my grip on his neck tightens as the river below us gets smaller and smaller. All the air leaves my lungs as we continue to ascend and then we’re soaring through the sky.

“Oh my gods this is amazing!” I shout with joy into the night and I feel Azriel’s chuckle reverberate through my body.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” I smile, still unable to hide the joy I feel.

“Let go of my neck, I'm going to let you free fall,” he instructs me.

“But you’re going to catch me right?” I ask just to be sure.

“You’re going to be my High Lady one day, I will always catch you,” he says nonchalantly.

“Okay let’s do it,” I say, removing my hands from his neck.

“See you in a second!” he laughs before letting go.

I feel myself falling through the sky and it’s the most freeing feeling ever. I can’t help but let an excited whoop out as the wind whips my hair about. I have never felt more powerful, more invincible than in this moment. Every worry about my brother, about Beron and the council are gone, for once my mind is clear.

I see Azriel tucking his wings in above me diving down to meet me and in mere seconds I feel him scooping me up again.

“That was so fun!” I shout.

“Don’t ever tell Rhys we did that he will have my head,” Azriel laughed and I could see the townhouse below us.

We land on the terrace and the sound of our laughter brings Rhys out to meet us.

“Thank gods I was scared something had happened to you,” he said, rushing over to press a kiss to my forehead.

“I’m fine you overbearing mother hen,” I laugh putting my hands on his forearms.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” Azriel said backing away.

“Wait!” I shout before running over to throw my arms around him giving the biggest hug I possibly could. For a second he doesn’t hug me back, in shock from my sudden action but then I feel two arms wrap around me. “Thank you for everything, for the talk, for the ride. All of it.”

“Of course y/n any time.” he smiled. I backed away and took Rhys’ hand as he began to lead me inside.

“Oh and Azriel!” Rhys called making Azriel turn around. “I saw that,” he smirked and I know he meant the free fall.

“Damn,” Azriel cursed before taking off into the night.

Rhys turned to me, mood more somber now. “I think we need to talk,” he said quietly, like the words would hurt him if he spoke them too loud.

“I think we do too,” I replied.

We walked upstairs to the bedroom, everything was just as we left it this morning. Bed unmade, sheets thrown everywhere. The only noticeable difference was my new trove of dresses hanging in Rhys’ closet. My heart warmed at the sight of it. Something so small yet so meaningful at the same time, so domestic. Something I had unknowingly wanted for a long time.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask turning around to meet his violet eyes.

“Please believe me when I say I wanted to tell you. I never planned on keeping you in the dark about it. That night I went to kill you I had such hatred in my heart, I had lost my mother and my sister and I wanted revenge. I was young and stupid and following my father blindly. But when I saw you the bond clicked and I had never known such love. I remember it all. I fell to my knees before you and I realized what I had done. I had killed my mate's family. When I saw my father and Tamlin fighting I begged them to stop, begged my father to let him live. I couldn’t tell them why for fear that Tamlin would kill you just to hurt me. But eventually my father gave in, but Tamlin still stuck a dagger in his heart. When I got back to Velaris I had become High Lord and I couldn’t cope.” he explained, stepping closer to me to cup my cheek. “I have spent the last 200 years in agony knowing what I did to you.”

He paused taking in my face like he might never see me again, like I might reject the mating bond, and his eyes started to glass over.

“The day the bond snapped for you was one of the happiest days of my life. But you were already so hesitant to let me in, you wouldn’t even let my name pass your lips. I knew I couldn’t tell you then for fear of losing you forever. I had to make you see that I wasn’t the monster Prythian paints me to be. Even though I acted like one that night. I was selfish in not telling you. You deserved to know the truth. But please forgive me, and I will spend the rest of my life making up for it in every way I know how. They might seem like empty words, but I love you so much, I don’t think I can live without you.” he finished and I saw a tear slip from his eye.

“Rhys, I’ve already forgiven you.” I say wiping the tear from his face. “And maybe that makes me a terrible person, forgiving and loving the man who killed my family. But look at what they would’ve done, what they stood for. Tamlin locked me in a cell and was ready to sell me off to be Eris’ breeding vessel. The way my brothers and father always treated me they would’ve done the same, maybe worse. Who knows what miserable fate you might’ve saved me from. Your true character is reflected in people like Azriel and Cassian, in this beautiful city you’ve kept secret and protected for years. I see all of you Rhysand and there is not a part of you that I don’t love with all that I am.”

Rhys lets out a sigh of relief before smashing our lips together. I can taste the salt of his tears and the salt of my own. I throw my arms around his neck pulling him impossibly close

“I love you so much,” he cries between kisses.

“I love you too,” I say back smiling. I sit down on the bed and pull him down with me.

“Wait we can’t your still hurt,” he protests.

“Rhysand, if you don’t get on this bed and fuck me right now I swear on my life I will get myself off.” I gripe at him.

“While I would love nothing more than to watch you play with your pretty pussy. I think I’d rather do it myself tonight. But you need to tell me if you’re hurting at all okay?” he fusses.

“I will, I promise! Now please touch me!” I whine taking his hand and placing it on my breast.

“With pleasure mate,” he says, squeezing my breast. He snaps his fingers and our clothes are gone.

“That’s a fun little trick,” I laugh pulling him down, needing to feel his skin on mine.

“Only used for times where I desperately need to be inside you,” he purrs and chills coat my body.

I kiss him hard letting my hands caress his shoulders and arms, all of him pure muscle, lethal and totally at my mercy. He pulls my hair back to give himself access to my neck and I feel a wave of arousal flow through me as he finds that sweet spot that drives me wild.

My hand drifts down his front grazing every muscle on it’s way until I find his cock already hard and dripping with precum. I wrap my fingers around it and begin stroking it. My hand feeling incredibly small compared to the size of him. His hips buck fucking himself into my hand at the contact.

“Fuck mate,” he lets out a low groan in my ear. “How is it that even your hands feel perfect around my cock?”

“It’s because I was made for you,” I muse nibbling his ear.

“Hmm,” he hums in delight. “You know what was really made for me?”

“What?” I ask as he pulls his cock from my hand.

“This,” he smirks before plunging himself inside of me. I arch my back off the mattress in pleasure as he lets out a guttural moan. “Gods your so fucking tight!”

“Oh fuck Rhys!” I moan, scratching my nails down his back.

He starts fucking me hard, the mating bond glowing brightly between us. If this is how badly we need one another before the mating ceremony I shudder to think what will happen after. If he thinks a few weeks will be enough he’s dead wrong, I could do this for the rest of my life.

He snaps his hips at an angle that hits a particularly sensitive spot and I can’t help but moan even louder.

“Gods I love the sounds you make when I fuck you,” he says with a feral grin before sinking his teeth into my neck.

“Oh gods Rhys I’m close!” I groan, running my hands through his hair.

“I’m right behind you mate, make a mess on my cock,” he grunts and it’s enough to send me over the edge with his name on my lips.

“Fuck y/n!” he screams, spilling his seed inside me.

As I feel his warm cum coat my walls he collapses on top of me and though he’s crushing me it’s an welcome weight. His skin on mine is the best feeling I’ve ever known. His shallow breaths coat my neck as I rub soothing circles on his back. We spend a few minutes catching our breath as I continue to hold him close to me.

“Did you talk to Cassian and Az about Beron?” I ask.

“I did and I think we have a solution.” he answers without moving his head from my chest.

“What is it?” I inquire further, dying to know.

“We toyed with the idea of having the mating ceremony early but with the meeting so soon it wouldn’t be safe. If we were to walk in there as a newly mated pair I would have Beron’s head ripped off within moments of him talking about you like you’re an object. It’s too dangerous,” Rhys said.

“Agreed,” I chuckle nervously. “But if we can’t mate officially then what do we do?”

Rhys rolls over from his spot on top of me so that he can see my face, no doubt wanting to gage my reaction to his proposed solution.

“I make you my High Lady,” he says with pride in his voice.

I knew that Azriel had said it earlier but at the time I didn’t believe him. It didn’t seem possible. I bore no real powers besides winnowing, I had no political knowledge. How could I possibly be High Lady.

“But do you really want that?” I ask. “I mean you’re not just doing it to make sure Beron and Tamlin don’t win right?”

“I’ve always known you were going to be my High Lady y/n. But I knew that the title came with responsibilities. I didn’t want to pressure you into it.” he explains. “But to answer your question more directly, yes, I want it. I want you to be my equal in every way possible. Why do you think I brought up Kallias and Viviane when we were on the Summer Court terrace?”

I smile remembering the interaction.

“Then I guess I’m High Lady of the Night Court now.” I smile triumphantly.

(I was debating wether or not to put this sort of plot twist in here so please leave some feedback because it helps me to know what you guys like and how I can write better for all you beautiful stars!)

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strixcattus · 1 year ago

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I really enjoy looking at this still from Slay the Princess:

In the midst of all the weird imagery from the first part of the Stranger route, you see for a moment—and it is cut off at the end, so I had to be quick with my screenshot—every route laid out in front of you, paired up as the game does elsewhere, and described, interestingly enough, from what I can only believe is the Voices' perspectives, or perhaps the relationship between the Princess and the Voice of a given route.

Consumption: The Beast (Hunted), the ribcages in the bottom right. Being eaten, alive or half so, is one way or another the outcome you face in the Beast. This one seems to be the least connected to its route's Voice, though I can still see it in a relational sort of way. Betrayal: The Witch (Opportunist), the nail-studded... I can't tell what it is, but it's at the top left. Betrayal on your part is the cause of the Witch's route, and it too is inevitable in some form once you're on that route—the Opportunist is very vocal about it.

Skepticism: The Prisoner (Skeptic), the chains at the bottom. Pretty clear analogue given the name of the Voice, but not to neglect—you reach the Prisoner by taking the blade (distrust of the Princess) but ultimately using it to free the Princess (you take the time to think critically about what you're being asked to do, and decide the Narrator is less trustworthy). Blind devotion: The Damsel (Smitten), the... I can only imagine locks of hair at the top. You reach the Damsel by immediately and wholly assuming she has no ill intentions, an attitude made manifest in the Smitten.

Rivalry: The Adversary (Stubborn), the spikes to the left. The Adversary route is, so long as you embrace it, about your probably-a-metaphor-for-sex-I-mean-the-Eye of the Needle-isn't-even-trying-to-veil-it eternal fight with the Adversary, with the Stubborn in strong support. Submission: The Tower (Broken), the stone columns to the right. One of the most clear-cut "this is about the Voice" examples—the Broken has completely submitted to the Tower's will, even though the player still has a few chances to resist her.

Terror: The Nightmare (Paranoid), the eyes in the upper right. Of course, the Nightmare is all about fear, and the Paranoid is the embodiment of your fear of the Princess—the fear that made you lock her in the basement and the fear that stopped your heart when she broke free. Longing: The Spectre (Cold), the wisps in the bottom left. This one is interesting, and almost made me second-guess my "Voices" reading, as the Spectre herself is clearly a creature of longing—but then what about "Submission?" The Tower is not "submitting" to anything. That's her whole deal. Perhaps this one is connected to your desire for something other than what the Narrator calls the "Good Ending..." or perhaps it has something to do with the Cold's interest in feeling something, which he expresses in a few routes (the Greys being the most obvious).

Pain: The Razor (Cheated,) the spikes at the top. She skewers you, and you die. Over and over again she skewers you, and you die, and it is painful over and over again. I'm not sure I have much to add to this one. Unfamiliarity: The Stranger (Contrarian), the abstract DNA-like strand at the bottom. You reach the Stranger by refusing to interact with the Princess, leaving her an unfamiliar blank slate whose actions you cannot predict and thus fracture into every possible image of her.

And at the heart of it all, an emotion that can only be described as—what? The Narrator doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence before you wake up in the Prisoner's basement, but I'd think the answer is obvious once you've finished the game.

After all, this is a love story.

#slay the princess #less analysis more rambling but boy did I need to get this out #anyway just. the imagery of this one.#the way the stranger is infinite potentiality #reflecting every possible version of the Princess in such a way that she cannot be any of them #and how you get the clearest glimpse into what's going on in this moment #but expressed in a way you could never hope to understand without context #it's a map of the whole game but you need to find the key yourself to make sense of it

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highdio · 7 months ago

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DIO and the Plan for Heaven

I've received a lot of asks for my take on how the "plan for Heaven" in Part 6 relates back to Dio as a character. Some of these included theories and asked whether I agreed with their points. The best way to for me reply is to walk through some misconceptions I've seen repeated about the Heaven plan and at the same time give my own views on how the Stand ability that Pucci enacts in Part 6 can be reconciled with what we know about Dio in canon. Spoiler: IMO the form that the Heaven ability ultimately takes - a universal reset that grants all of humanity knowledge of their preordained fate in advance and down to the micro-level of individual occurances - is not necessarily the outcome that Dio predicted or even desired.

1) The "Heaven" that Pucci enacted in Part 6 is not derived from a subconscious psychological need for security or safety on Dio's part.

This seems basic but I've seen this in comments: the belief that the Stand ability Pucci unlocks through Dio's "heaven" formula relates back to Dio's own need for security and peace of mind. This panel specifically gets talked about, in both discussions regarding Heaven and of Dio's larger worldview:

Of course here Dio is describing "human" needs. Dio doesn't consider himself human and doesn't include himself among those seeking these comforts. Importantly, neither does Araki:

"From perspective of the world in which living creatures naturally prey upon the weak, what DIO is doing is the correct thing. It's out of line with society's norms though, which were created to make it easier for humans to survive. Considered from the worldview of the "Law of the Jungle" [弱肉強食], DIO is acting normally. …People might say I'm anti-social when I say this, but, in a sense, DIO is someone I admire (lol)." (Jump Remix Vol.11 (March 2002), my translation).

Asked to describe his feelings on Dio, Araki heads straight into setting up a direct opposition between "society" - which provides the security, comfort and safety for its participants that Dio describes in the above panel - and Dio, who lives by what Araki calls an "anti-social" code unconcerned with these comforts. It's central enough of a character trait for Araki to say all this unprompted in response to a general ask about DIO.

So anyone claiming that Dio's Heaven plan came out of a need, conscious or not, to allay his own insecurities and for his own peace of mind ignores the fact that Araki wrote Dio with an entirely contrary mindset.

It's also worth considering the context of the panel, since it will relate to a discussion of whether Dio even wants a world where people know outcomes in advance. Dio is describing humankind's need for comfort and security in an attempt to convince Polnareff to submit and to continue to serve him. Araki ties all of this to fear: Polnareff must either give into his fear and resign himself to a comfortable life of submission or he must overcome his fear and reject those comforts.

ofc Dio is playing a game with Polnareff at the same time, using time-stop assisted sleight-of-hand to convince Polnareff that his own body is physically submitting, unconsciously descending the same two stairs. This game, where fear and submission are directly tied to the promise of comfort and security, presents choosing the comforts of society as the weaker, non-heroic path. tl;dr, accepting the security that Dio describes in that panel is a bad thing. Keep this fact in the back of your mind.

If Dio isn't motivated by a need for security, and instead lives according to rules of the natural world, maybe Dio wanted a universe where all of humanity knows its fate in advance for practical reasons, i.e., it would make humans resigned to their fates and simple to rule over?

Again, we need to consider what, exactly, this would mean for Dio.

2) Dio did not intend to create a world where all of humanity became resigned to its fate as a means of ruling over mankind, because this would remove all the pleasure of accumulating and exerting power.

I've discussed this before: Dio actually likes people who take the most arduous path, seemingly rebelling against their own security and comfort. While it is possible that Dio wanted humans to be more docile, this would definitely take away one of Dio's favorite hobbies: subjecting humans to extreme psychological pressure to see how they react, something Dio indulges in regularly. The Heaven achieved by Pucci (a universe where everything is known in advance by its participants) would mean that everything - from that lady sacrificing herself so her baby could be spared in Part 1 to Hol Horse trying to shoot Dio in the back - would be robbed of all dramatic tension. A knowable universe is a boring one. Dio as an immortal would be highly aware of this. And we know that Dio loves a good fight (Araki draws Dio at his most alive and expressive during direct physical confrontation) and loves an opponent who fights back (it's the reason he moves from disdain to respect for Jonathan over the course of Part 1 and the reason he "realizes he likes" Hol after Hol's rebellion). A known universe changes the very nature of "fighting back." When opponents know the outcome of a fight before it starts, combat is reduced to simply going through the motions.

In short, Pucci's universe makes it too easy for a guy who is all about the drama of testing and transcending limits. It would take all the pleasure out of being Dio.

This is where the value judgment I discussed earlier comes in, the one where the comfortable path is also the easy one, and where choosing security means choosing resignation and cowardace. How is it possible then to assert that Dio wants a universe, an eternity, where everything is resignation? It isn't, and he doesn't.

(Here I should point out the obvious fact that the Dio and Pucci flashbacks in Part 6 take place, from a timeline perspective, concurrent with Part 3. While it's surprisingly often that people attribute what they perceive as a difference in Dio between Parts 3 and Part 6 as an easing or maturing in Dio's outlook over time and reflection, there can be no evolution or softening in Dio's thinking between Parts 3 and 6 because there is no time gap. Dio's words in Part 3, if we take them at face value (since sometimes he lies), reflect what he's thinking at the same time he's devising his plan for "Heaven.")

Instead, there's a telling scene early in Part 3 where Dio discusses that "standing at the top of the World" means overcoming fear:

Now consider the Heaven ability that Pucci unlocks at the end of Stone Ocean within the context of this monologue as well as the Polnareff stairway scene. Knowing your fate - the ultimate goal of the universal reset - isn't overcoming fear, it's having the hardship of fear removed. "Fear" in the above passage results from the experience of failure and the reflexive bodily reaction during future struggles to the possibility that one will fail again. When all is known in advance, this fear is removed. The possibility for "conquering" fear that Dio describes to Enya is likewise removed altogether.

Additionally, in Part 6 and while discussing "Heaven" with Pucci, Dio directly states that "true happiness cannot be attained… by being the ruler of the human race," contrasting this with the true victory of "getting to see Heaven." This dialog yet again gives the lie to an assertion that Dio wants universal precognition as a practical means to easily dominate all of humanity.

3) IMO Dio did not know what form the "Heaven" ability would take, just that it would be an OP, transcendent power.

I've talked about this before too but one of the coolest elements to the Heaven formula is how gnostic it is. Some people just ignore this fact, but it's critically important to look at how Araki chose to characterize the "formula for Heaven." 14 cryptic words, the "souls of 36 sinners," a specific latitude and longitude, the phases of the moon. This is esoteric, occult-type stuff. Add to this Dio's own description of how the destruction of his stand will "give birth to something entirely new":

This language is extremely important. It seems the critical detail that's missing from the formula of heaven is what shape exactly the "heaven" ability will take. The outcome of Dio's heaven plan is missing from the formula because that outcome - "whatever is born" - will be revealed through the process. This is precisely why "courage" is needed: this is a leap of faith into the unknown.

It stands to reason that Dio himself would be uncertain what power would be unlocked through the formula. After all, this theme is a throughline throughout Dio's life: Dio constantly does stuff where the outcome is both unknown and radical. Using the stone mask, taking and assimilating Jonathan's body, powering up on Joseph's blood: Dio's pursuit of power consistently leads him to make "leaps" where the outcome is knowable only as "something new" and something transcendent. So it's not just plausible that Dio didn't know what new ability would emerge with the destruction of his Stand, it's in character. And of course, unknowability and the need for "courage" in the face of an unforeseen outcome directly mirrors Dio's assertion in Part 3 that "the one to stand at the top of the World" is the one who "conquers Fear."

4) Pucci has as much a role as Dio in shaping the form that the "Heaven" ability ultimately takes.

If you ignore all of the above and instead assert that Dio had his plan fully mapped out and specifically envisioned a future where he and all of humanity were disavowed of the illusion of free will - comforted by going through the motions of a fate they had already lived through - then Pucci himself becomes unimportant. The character gets reduced to a simple cog or a lackey, carrying out the gruntwork of an absent master architect.

Instead, imo the specific backstory and worldview that Pucci brings to his and Dio's relationship is the key element that shapes the form that "Heaven" eventually takes. After all - this point is not debatable - it's Pucci himself, not Dio, who seems most in need of the comfort, the certainty and security, that a universe in which all know their fate would provide. Pucci's entire backstory is built around the trauma of unforeseen consequence. The reset universe really is, then, the realization of Pucci's own personal "Heaven."

Please keep in mind that Dio did not expect to die and fully expected to be the one to enact the Heaven formula himself. Of course Jotaro had something to say about this, so instead we get Dio's disciple and "trusted friend" executing the formula.

(Add to that the obvious, meta fact that Araki developed the "plan for Heaven" specifically for Part 6. The plan (or even the notion of "getting to Heaven") isn't mentioned in any prior part, and isn't part of Dio's story anywhere prior. In the true "meta" sense (e.g., the real-life production conditions surrounding the fictional work), the Heaven plan is written by Araki for Part 6 and as the major driver of Pucci's story, inseparable from the character. Araki tightly tailored Pucci's backstory around the idea that bad twists of fate sow profound misery and that knowledge of what fate has in store can allay inevitable suffering, the premise of the universal reset. Even Pucci being a priest has obvious synergy with the concept of "Heaven." Without Part 6, without Pucci, the heaven storyline never gets written. And within the story itself, without Pucci the formula to get to "Heaven" is never enacted.)

All of this is to say that discussions that try to link the reset universe and resultant universal precognition too closely to Dio's own personality, his backstory and his philosophies ignore the fact that Heaven was enacted by the gravitational convergence of two individuals who each brought something to the formula. Dio strongly shaped the course that Pucci's life took and Pucci in turn shaped the form that "Heaven" took.

#Anonymous #replies tag #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #dio brando #mp #dioposts #dio talk #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo #stone ocean #stardust crusaders #enrico pucci #long post

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ceilidho · 9 months ago

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im tryna write viking soap!!!! tips for writing soap? hes such a strange fella and i really enjoy your characterization of him

I have two competing versions of him in my head, one that’s a bit more serious (see: my fic Saltwater) and one that’s a bit more self-indulgent (I still feel like it has some veracity, like I try to tie anything I write to the canon characterization, but it’s definitely mostly because I’m a freak and this version of him makes me h***y)

In my head, Soap is very charming and smooth talking. He’s got a real lightness to him, like very class clown vibes, but when someone finally manages to hurt his feelings, he’s known to sulk and mope for a good long while. His feelings can be deeply bruised, but it takes awhile to get to that point because usually he just shrugs things off.

I feel like he’s got a real problem respecting authority lmao. In the games, he’s WAY too familiar with his COs for being a sergeant. He almost fully made the executive decision to kill Makarov despite his captain yelling at him to back down, and he actually really respects Price. You know he’s incredibly good at his job because that behaviour would not fly if he were at all expendable. He does follow orders, obviously, but you can see that he has a lot of resistance to just immediately acquiescing.

When he finds the people he respects and admires though, he sticks to them like glue. Soap is an incredibly loyal person in my head, like could never be bought off or blackmailed into betraying his chosen people. You could even take this to the extreme if he’s pledged his loyalty to the wrong person, but he’ll go to hell and back for someone he cares for. (I think this is one of my more realistic traits for him, but I love warping this when I write Soap as a bit more unhinged; he’s possessive and will not let go, will not move on)

I also feel like he has a very unpredictable temper, like you don’t know what’s going to set him off. You could be yelling at him and calling him names and he’d just smirk and enjoy it, or you could mumble a little snarky comment under your breath out of frustration and it would set him off. Impossible to predict how he’s going to react. He doesn’t appreciate being insulted or patronized and little comments can hurt his pride.

Super horny. Crazy sex drive. This is my most self-indulgent characterization lmao but in my head he’s just always ready, like he has a hair trigger. Absolutely obsessed with pussy (and dick). Massive oral fixation, loves to have things in his mouth. Bordering on submissive in bed, but with a partner smaller than him, he kinda goes a bit crazy and ravenous and likes to pin them under him. He’s also the kind of guy that’ll do anything once, if he hasn’t tried it.

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evidence-based-activism · 2 months ago

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What do you make of this? “The VAST majority of women are sexually submissive. I think it's around 3/4? I can dig up sources later if I feel like it

The attraction to power and dominance is way deeper than social conditioning and deeply engrained into all human social behavior. It's encoded into the social games we play to determine our standing with each other and which people we find fuckable.

Don't be graping folks, but also don't be denying women the means to sexually and socially satiate themselves by creating a deficit of men who will handle them as roughly as they quietly crave.”

I think it's ridiculous.

I've talked in the past about how men and women really do not feel sexual attraction in fundamentally different ways. The most important point from this post is that "sex differences in self‐reported sexual behavior were negligible ... [when] participants believed lying could be detected, moderate in an anonymous condition, and greatest [when not anonymous]" indicating "sex differences in self‐reported sexual behavior reflect responses influenced by normative expectations for men and women".

This is important, given the extent to which society is permeated by the expectation that women will be sexually submissive and men sexually dominate.

And even keeping this (i.e., that people tend to provide responses congruent with societal expectations of them, at least in sensitive topics) in mind, the percentage of women who report "preferring" sexual submission is far, far lower than 75%. The closest thing to a representative statistic we have comes from YouGov (a polling/data analytics company), which suggests that 21% of American women prefer being "submissive in bed" [1].

Some other research [emphasis mine]:

A review concludes "that traditional sexual scripts are harmful for both women's and men's ability to engage in authentic, rewarding sexual expression, although the female submissive role may be particularly debilitating" [2]

This article is particularly relevant: "Study 1 found that women implicitly associated sex with submission. Study 2 showed that women's implicit association of sex with submission predicted greater personal adoption of a submissive sexual role. Study 3 found that men did not implicitly associate sex with submission. Study 4 demonstrated that women's adoption of a submissive sexual role predicted lower reported arousal and greater reported difficulty becoming sexually aroused" [3]

Further, this article found "women’s submissive behavior had negative links to personal sexual satisfaction and their partner’s sexual satisfaction", and although they specified this was "only when their submission was inconsistent with their sexual preferences" they failed to indicate what percentage of the sample preferred sexual submission. They did, however, find that "women’s submissive behavior" was negatively correlated with "women’s interest in dominant partner" suggesting, at the very least, that women with no interest in dominant partners are engaging in submissive behavior as a result of the "high prevalence of traditional sexual scripts" [4]

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For the "dominance games" bit ... I expect they are referring to how, for some species, male animals will fight with each other for the "right" to mate with the female animals. He seems to be conveniently forgetting that the aggression in this analogy is being directed towards other males. So, even if we were going to concede the accuracy of the analogy (which I do not), it would be entirely irrelevant to the matter at hand.

Further, the fact that humans may have demonstrated a behavior in the past and/or that other animals demonstrate it now, does not justify the behavior in humans in the present. Infanticide is common among both male [5] and female [6] mammals, as well as in human history [7], but I doubt anyone plans to defend that particular "reproductive strategy".

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Further, the belief that there are women who secretly "want" men to "handle them roughly" and are simply lying when they say otherwise, is straight from the standard list of rape myths [8]. And acceptance of these misogynistic myths is correlated with men's sexual violence against women [9].

This makes such assertions both incorrect and dangerous.

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In conclusion: this individual is both factually incorrect and logically inconsistent, and his apparent embrace of rape myths suggests he is – at the very least – an unapologetic misogynist.

References under the cut:

Moore, Peter. Most Americans Open to Sexual Dominance and Submission. YouGov, 13 Feb. 2015, https://today.yougov.com/society/articles/11593-most-americans-open-sexual-dominance.

Sanchez, D. T., Fetterolf, J. C., & Rudman, L. A. (2012). Eroticizing inequality in the United States: The consequences and determinants of traditional gender role adherence in intimate relationships. Journal of Sex Research, 49(2-3), 168-183.

Sanchez, D. T., Kiefer, A. K., & Ybarra, O. (2006). Sexual submissiveness in women: Costs for sexual autonomy and arousal. Personality and Social Psychology Bulletin, 32(4), 512-524.

Sanchez, D. T., Phelan, J. E., Moss-Racusin, C. A., & Good, J. J. (2012). The gender role motivation model of women’s sexually submissive behavior and satisfaction in heterosexual couples. Personality and Social Psychology Bulletin, 38(4), 528-539.

Lukas, D., & Huchard, E. (2014). The evolution of infanticide by males in mammalian societies. Science, 346(6211), 841-844.

Lukas, D., & Huchard, E. (2019). The evolution of infanticide by females in mammals. Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society B, 374(1780), 20180075.

Levittan, M. (2012). The history of infanticide: exposure, sacrifice, and femicide. Violence and Abuse in Society. Understanding a Global Crisis. Santa Barbara, ABC-CLIO, 83-130.

Payne, D. L., Lonsway, K. A., & Fitzgerald, L. F. (1999). Rape myth acceptance: Exploration of its structure and its measurement using theIllinois rape myth acceptance scale. Journal of research in Personality, 33(1), 27-68.

Yapp, E. J., & Quayle, E. (2018). A systematic review of the association between rape myth acceptance and male-on-female sexual violence. Aggression and violent behavior, 41, 1-19.

#feminism #patriarchal culture

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making-your-fave-in-fr · 2 months ago

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Welcome! One at a time, please. And no biting.

After being inspired by @making-you-in-spore, @makingyourfavindti, and my general love of scrying up fandragons, I've decided to make this silly little gimmick blog! Now, it's time to answer some frequently asked questions. I'd recommend reading through this all before sending in a submission.

How are you doing this/What is Flight Rising?

Flight Rising (or FR for short) is a browser game where you collect dragons. I use the Scrying Workshop's Predict Morphology feature to create the base dragon, then I give them clothes with the Dressing Room.

What's that gibberish at the bottom of each post?

In case anyone wants to recreate the guys I make, I share the dragon's breed, gender, colours, genes, and what apparel I used below. If y'all DO make one of my scries into a real dragon, I'd love to see it!

What’s your uploading schedule?

As of November 20th 2024, I set up a queue that uploads once every three hours or so. However, this is liable to change in the future. I’ll also sometimes post a few things earlier than that.

What tags do you primarily use?

#fave scry (self explanatory) #not a scry (anything that isn't a scry) #not my scry (for sharing other people's scries that I like) #my scry (for sharing scries I made without an ask first) #remade scry (for scries that I've remade for whatever reason) #scry help (need help with scrying your own dragons? I'll tag those kinds of posts with this)

Be warned that I will be including images of whatever character/thing I do, including body horror, creepypastas, etc. If you are uncomfortable with those ‘scary subjects’, then please block/ignore posts with the #unsettling scry tag.

Why do you not use skins/accents/this one breed etc?

I try to not use skins/accents since it's hard to find exactly what I'm looking for, but will still use them on occasion. Also I just find certain poses kinda ugly, unfortunately cough cough female mirror. However, if you want me to use a certain breed/gene/colour/etc, then feel free to tell me in your ask!

What's your PFP?

A scry of V2 from Ultrakill

What won't you do/why did you ignore my submission?

You'll find a list of things I will/won't scry below. That's the #1 reason why I might ignore your post. Also please keep in mind that I’m one person, and also in college. I don’t necessarily do requests in order, either.

I WILL do:

OCs

Canon characters from just about anywhere (though there are some exceptions. See below.)

Real people (actors, celebrities, yourself, etc)

Basically anything. I'm not kidding. You want me to turn your bowl of mac and cheese into a dragon? I'll do it. Just keep in mind the previously stated exceptions :3

I WON'T do:

Anything involving IRL politics, tragedies, etc

Anything NSFW/fetish-y

Anything DSMP, Harry Potter, or South Park related

I swear I didn't just copy and paste from makingyourfaveindti. I just don't feel comfortable doing those things, either.

#not a scry #pinned post #faq

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icanseethefuture333 · 1 year ago

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Can I have an post about NCT Mark's reputation in the industry or his ideal type? P.S You're legit look like a 90s superstar💌💖💖 don't be shy and drop your skincare routine please 🙏

WHY ARE NCTZENS BEING SO NICE TO MEEEE, THIS IS LIKE THE 2ND COMPLIMENT I'VE GOTTEN THANK YOUUU 😭💚 Ofc since we did TY Track I don't see why I can't do one for Mark 🦁

Mark from NCT's ideal type:

Qualities

I channeled: "Hmm... What do I like in a partner?" I think Mark hasn't really thought about what important qualities a partner should have and more so has thoughts about appearance or personality.

Mark would be interested in someone similar to him or someone with similar values, habits, or behavior as him, but with a more elevated mindset.

He could want to do date someone who is also a musician or a writer. I feel like Mark is curious about the twin flame dynamic? He could want to feel a connection with someone on a deeper level. Telepathy? Mark is wanting a partner who could read his mind and emotions so that way he doesn't always have to explain himself. Someone who is very aware and observant. A partner that eases his anxiety or relieves him of his everyday stress. He could also like if his partner was more optimistic and looked on the bright side of things because Mark can have a more "realistic" outlook on life.

Personality

I'm ngl... Mark has a toxic taste in partners LMAO 💀 I just feel that he wants someone who keeps him on his toes and he hates predictability. Like if his partner was too "normal" or too "stable", he's gonna hate that, he's gonna feel like he's the partner with the issues, so he wants someone that can be as imperfect as him. "It's more fun that way, no?"

I'm laughing pls 😭- "I'm not saying I want my heart broken, but if she's bad then she can take it [his heart]."

Mark really does not give a fuck 😂 (btw this is the first reading I've done for a celebrity where I cannot stop giggling??? He's so funny). He also wants someone who would like call him out on his bullshit. Mark doesn't want someone who's submissive or a pushover, "😁Feistyyy." It's giving: "I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me"

Intuitively, I feel like Mark also has a lot of insecurity in his relationships as well. The partners who are healthier for him, he feels like he's not good enough for them, so instead he dates partners who are often unstable. It's okay to date someone who's more outspoken and dominant, but it seems like he's constantly attracted to partners who are too controlling towards him.

Physical traits

"Honestly I have a type. I'm not the tallest so I don't wanna date anyone who's like too tall but I don't mind the height too much. I like hair, the people I've dated their hair is pretty long and if they have short hair, it's gotta be like fluffy (voluminous is the word he was looking for)." Channeled songs: Trap Queen, 679, & Again by Fetty Wap

"I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" (Ayy)

Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go"

"Baby girl, you're so damn fine, though

I'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind, though

I'm sipping on you like some fine wine, though

And when it's over, I press rewind though, ayy

You talking bands, girl, I got it

Benjamins all in my pocket

I traded in my Trues for some Robins

He playing Batman, Fetty's gon' rob him, ayy

I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ayy

17 shots, no .38"

"I want you to be mine again, baby, ayy

I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy, ayy

But I cannot see myself without you

We call them fans, though, girl, you know how we do

I go out of my way to please you

I go out of the way to see you

I ain't playing no games, I need you"

Oh he's a giverrr 😝. Mark wants for his partner to look good, so he'd go out of his way to pamper them and spoil them. Like "oh baby you want your nails done? I got youuu 😌". He likes to show off his partner. I heard "I want that Beyoncé and Jay Z love." (😭💀 Mark go sit tf down please). I love the energy tho fr.

He's mentioned girls a lot + all 4 cards are women, so he has a obvious preference towards the female gender.

Long hair

Thick, voluminous hair

All hair textures (straight, wavy, curly, etc).

Varies from pale, medium, deep, or brown skin tones.

Girls with a "mean" expression or resting bitch face (🤨😠😒)

Feline beauty

Arched eyebrows

Horizontally wider eyes

Prominent features (big nose and big lips)

Likes lipstick or lip gloss ("Juicy lips")

Someone who plays hard to get (as in a tsundere, basically acts like they don't want him but secretly does)

Shoulders and collarbones

Pretty hands

Nice ass

Likes jewelry? Rings and earrings to be specific.

Something about fabrics is coming up, so Mark could like when women wear flowy dresses or like those sheer beach cover ups.

Instagram baddie style is very apparent here.

Soft glam makeup (U.K? Black London baddie makeup. Latina makeup coming up as well.)

Mixes luxury with casual

Long acrylic nails

High heels

Painted toes

I am being reminded of that song that goes "Ion want no barbie, I want me a bratz doll "

Bratz doll type of beauty

Celebrities/influencers who are similar to his ideal type:

Juliana Nalu, Ashley Nicole King, Kali Uchís, Camo, Jordyn Woods, Yarastargal, Mia Owens, lisajn37, amandaa_solis, Cindy Kimberly, asiaeros, bbv_g6rl, 200120_01, & bybrokelle

#mark lee #mark #nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct dream #kpop reading #kpop readings #celebrity readings #nct tarot #tarot #tarot readings #anon #ask

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chaoticgoodthief · 2 months ago

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for the stp ask game: 5, 11, 23 (Smitten)?

5. Who is your favourite Voice?

No matter how long I play, Contrarian still holds a special place in my heart. He's basically everything I want in a character. Silly little goober, now with a free serving of Trauma TM. As much as I love Hero like most people do, I've been loving the Silly Guys + Pain combo meal for ... probably a good few years.

11. Any non-canon Vessel-Voice you think is fun to see?

Hmmm tough choice. I mainly enjoy Voice-Voice dynamics personally, although I'm not really sure why. And even the Vessel-Voice interactions that I do see are usually most enjoyable when canon because they have history with each other.

But that being said, I do think Opportunist and Tower would be really fun. The Voice most prone to betrayal and the Vessel that expects nothing but submission and loyalty. Considering thow you can get Opportunist in the first place (*cough cough* let the Narrator control your body *cough cough*), it would be fun to see what plan Opportunist comes up with. Who knows? It might not even be that different to Broken's plan, even if done based on different reasoning.

23. Any first impressions regarding Smitten? How about now?

Ooooh boy, prepare for a ramble, buddy.

Surprisingly, I clocked onto the dark side of that little lovebird's deal fast. My very first impression of him was kind of... eh. That's sure a guy. But then, when he immediately sided with Opportunist when Opportunist was on team Save The Princess and started talking about "redemption". I got Burned Grey, saw how quick he was to turn against the Long Quiet when the Princess died, his well... burning hatred for Cold.

And I think that's when things clicked. This was the messed-up Paladin, who likely would hurt the people around him in the name of "doing the right thing". There seemed to be no limit to how far he could go if he thought his actions justified, no way to calm his dangerously volatile emotions other than the Princess' presence. If he and Opportunist were left to their own devices after the Thorn route, I would be more concerned for Opportunist's safety.

My impression has only been further solidified the more I learnt about him. His refusal to acknowledge the harm done by even the worst of the Princess' actions. His actions in Dams3l and the events leading up to it. All of them pointing to me being right on the money of my initial assessment of the warning signs. (so much so that I even unknowingly predicted Dams3l when writing an AU version of him, but that's a story for a different time).

...So overall, pretty consistent impression on Smitten's personality.

Thank you so much for the ask!!! This was super fun! :D

#answered #slay the princess

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midnight1nk · 3 months ago

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My dear fellows, it's time to place your final bets for this upcoming WOTFI! Only just mere days away, everyone's been curious:

How will the challenges play out?

Whose submission got accepted into the episode?

How will the crew defeat Mr Puzzles?

Will Mr Puzzles die?

Indeed, they are very valid questions. It's only reasonable that we would guess. Some speculated that Puzzles will die similarly to how One-Shot Wren did in Western Spaghetti. Others said the opposite, that Puzzles may go down a path of redemption. So on and so on.

The point is: We aren't a hundred percent sure what will happen. That includes me. Anything could happen. But that is the fun of it all, it captivated us so much that we were at the edge of our seats. Eager to find out more.

In my "Welcome to Puzzle Park" episode review, I predicted that SMG4 and Mario would have to win the mini-game challenges to save each of their friends from Mr Puzzles. And now, before the SMG4 show decides to jump-scare me with a new update, I want to share a twist on my original guess.

If SMG4 and Mario couldn't save the Crew and get controlled by Mr Puzzles, then who would?

"...Mom sure is taking a long time, huh."

THE UNEXPECTED GUESTS

⚠️ DISCLAIMER IN INTRO POST ⚠️

"To your own demise, you created your own enemy…"

RECAP

Let’s go over the episode ‘Welcome to Puzzle Park’ once again:

The SMG4 Crew, including Karen, is forced to listen to Boopkins' vacation story, beginning to wonder where Meggy is. And right on cue, Leggy pops in and lures them to Puzzle Park, a carnival built by Mr Puzzles, which they didn't know that part until the Crew got there. Unfortunately, being forced to enter the park, each one of the Crew took part of the attractions and games. One by one, they suspiciously disappeared, Three noticed this.

A whole day goes by and the park is empty except for Four, Mario, and Three. Three saw Luigi getting captured, realizing that the park was a trap, and went to warn the rest of our Star Trio. A clown head intervened, capturing Three before he could tell them to run. In his last efforts, instead of struggling, Three sent a text to Four, hoping it would be enough for the two to escape before it was too late. Four and Mario, being in the middle of their competitive water gun game, saw the text and attempted to escape.

The whole park, somehow coming to life, chased the two down until they went through a magical exit door. In there, they faced a hall of mirrors and finally face Mr Puzzles. Puzzles reveal his plans, that the Crew was “the missing pieces of Puzzle Park”. Leggy opens up a portal to the hall for Didney’s Engine Room, Four and Mario having no choice but to go through. Entering the Engine Room, they encounter a horrifying site: A grown-sized Mr Puzzles, merged with the Power source Star with wires and limbs. Mr Puzzles laughs maniacally before the doors of the Engine Room close behind the duo, ending the episode with the grayed-out credits.

Now, that is all well, set, and good. But, when I was rewatching this episode, a question popped into my mind:

"Wait, if Karen is here, then are Zack, Cody, and Katie home alone?"

As much as I could assume that they were with a babysitter or at school, Karen got captured by Mr Puzzles regardless. A whole day has gone by and her kids are left at home. Then, I fall into a rabbit hole of questions:

Would her kids notice her strange absence? Would they ask if their mom was ok? Would they try to locate her?

Wait, what about Beeg4 and Eggdog? Three and Four were also captured and didn’t tell them where they went.

And JubJub? Sure, Boopkins have other family so Jubjub isn’t technically alone but wouldn’t he wonder where his brother went?

Question after question, it all ends up having the kids missing their family members.

If the kids realize that their family is gone, what will they do?

Well, why don’t we play a game of “what if”, shall we?

Instead of Four and Mario, what if the kids save the Crew?

THINK OF THE CHILDREN

The kids, believe it or not, have been an important aspect of this WOTFI arc, ever since the very beginning. Look back at all the previous episodes:

We Must Kill Mario

Zack, Cody, and Katie get excited seeing Four on screen in a Puzzlevision episode, ‘Mario’s Mysteries’

Despite being Zack’s birthday, Four tailored each entertaining act for each kid, making them feel special

SMG4 and SMG3 come up with an episode

Three came up with the plot of Four turning into a child just so he could go on the teacup ride

Mr Puzzles’ Lowest Point

Puzzles relied on the children’s interests in brain-rot comedy just so he could be popular

In the first series of attempts, he sought Karen’s kids for their approval. The third time was successful

his videos only catered to a single demographic

Unable to satisfied the children at the convention, Mr Puzzles gets chased all around town. Zack being one of those kids who chased him

The children abandon their attention on Puzzlebox to pursue Goob4. Sure, Goob4 is not SMG4 but it is still another punch to the gut for Puzzles, that Four will keep beating him in popularity no matter what. Losing his young audience was a subtle factor that drove him to lose his mind

Mr Puzzles' Clubhouse

Didney, formerly beloved by people of all ages, has a park known as Didney Worl, dubbed as "The Happiest Place on Earth"

A flashback shows Mr Puzzles as a child wanting to own a carnival when he grows up, hoping that he could make everyone happy (similarly how Four’s goal, shown in IGBP)

These episodes all revolved around kids, so it’s possible that WOTFI would as well. Plus, it’s one of the aspects of Four and Puzzles parallels. While Puzzles tried to satisfy every kid with one show, Four made sure that each kid was happy, his acts being unique.

Well, another reason for Mr Puzzles to hate SMG4, jealous of Four being able to connect with his audience so easily.

HOW WILL IT PLAY OUT?

Technically, this is the end of the mini-theory. However, I do want to contribute to the narrative in how I would personally write it. Not that it will come true, this is just for funsies. This is how I imagine it:

Four and Mario attempt to fight off Mr Puzzles, wanting to save their friends. But Puzzles became too powerful, not even Mario of all people being able to stop him. The last scene we see them trying to dash for the exit before being grabbed by Puzzles.

We cut to Karen’s house. Zack, Cody, and Katie would be sitting around, flipping through the channels on the TV. One of them looks out the window, noticing that it is nighttime. They were told that their mom (Karen) would be visiting SMG4 for just a bit, something about welcoming Boopkins back from his vacation. It was supposed to be for a couple of hours.

“Mom sure is taking forever, huh.”

Back before dinner, she said. That she was going to make pizza. But the oven was cold, and no pizza was made. They were starting to get hungry. They loved having Mom around, she was always there for them. She loved them with all their heart. But now, something felt off.

“Hey, guys, look!”

The three looked at the screen to see an advertisement of Puzzle Park, an incredible carnival with exciting attractions and games, having its grand opening today. It’s so much fun that you wouldn’t want to leave.

Right there on the screen, they see SMG4, in a new outfit with a top hat and twirling cane, performing an act. They cheered, of course, they recognized their favorite YouTuber. Wow, who knew Four was part of this.

Then, they saw their mom on the screen, exactly as Four is with the new outfit and act. They were a bit surprised by this, Mom didn’t tell them she was part of this. Why? Wouldn’t she have invited them to join her at the carnival? Still, they were happy to see their mom.

Just then, a knock on the door. They open to see Beeg4, Eggdog, and JubJub on the other side, they looked worried. They were let in and through Cody’s translating, they were worried that something happened to their dads. Three never told Eggdog where he went and was pretty much left alone in the cafe. Beeg initially didn’t care, he got to be home alone to do whatever he wanted to do for meme’s sake, but a new meme just dropped, and was shocked to see that Four didn’t say anything about it. Not even a like on the post. For JubJub, his brother said that he was going to tell his friends about his vacation but he never came back home to the ocean.

Eggdog spots his dad on screen, dancing around in glee. That’s not my dad, Eggdog points out. The light in Three’s eyes, it was gone. As if his mind wasn’t there. Despite the theatrics the crew was doing, they looked like they didn't intend to act this way. There was no happiness. They looked like puppets.

Finally, Mr Puzzles come up on the screen, urging the viewers to come on down to Puzzle Park. Zack points out that Puzzles was the one behind Puzzlebox. They then concluded that Mr Puzzles had something to do with their family members being mind-controlled. So, they gear up and head for the carnival to confront Mr Puzzles. And soon, they learn they would have to save each Crew member one by one by completing mini-games.

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

And there you have it, the kids being Puzzles’ first audience to ultimately being the ones who will defeat him in WOTFI! It would be a nice change of pace for the show and it will come full circle if they go with this. I'm going to be honest: I didn't intend to post this today. I was hoping to wait for the trailer to drop so I could post multiple things:

one of the posts is obviously my reaction/analysis of the trailer

second, a post where you guys help me fill in the boxes on the bingo card I'm creating for WOTFI (still going to do this in the future btw)

and lastly, this mini-theory

I initially thought that it would be a silly little post, thinking that it might not come true, But the more I thought about it, it made sense in my head. It works especially with my “The Ticket” theory (excluding the shoe part) of the kids knowing some form of truth behind Puzzle Park. Again, anything could happen, my dear fellows. This isn’t out of the question. We would just have to wait and see at around October 19th!

“One can't fully understand how much a child love their family...”

And hey, that’s just a theory…

AN SMG4 (MINI) THEORY

🎶Thanks for dropping by🎶

#smg4 #smg4 theory #wotfi 2024 #wotfi 2024 predictions #smg4 wotfi #smg4 mr puzzles #smg4 karen

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sgiandubh · 5 months ago

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Hi!

Fitness Anon here…

On Friday S posted the „Hotel Highball“ video which was obviously recorded in Scotland, not in the US.

So now „Miss I know it all“ aka Marple rushed to readjust her guessing game and sources about S’s whereabouts. Until the occurrence of this video she claimed he was still in L.A., but now she tells her audience he is back since Thursday… . Because she knows and has proof and facts. Sure? 🤔 It took only a video posted by the „ King of latergrams“ to doubt her own predictions? Is she so easy to unsettle?

Hopefully right now these are better sources than the ones she claimed to have to indicate what S was up to this weekend and why he couldn’t attend the Con in Birmingham weeks ago.

But she always keeps it vague so that she can adjust depending on the actual outcome so that it fits into her made-up storyline.

So, grab your 🍿 and wait what’s up in her crystal ball next. Perhaps she will also find answers there to the still unresolved question of his IG unfollows and his hair length in order to be able to place the recording of his latest booze video more precisely in time.

Dear, poor (returning) Fitness Anon,

You must have the patience of an angel and put up with me being awfully, rudely late, here. However, and one more time: all of the above, and then some more.

Key quote being: 'But she always keeps it vague so that she can adjust depending on the actual outcome so that it fits into her made-up storyline.'

The beauty of your submission is shining through, here. You sent this to me a week ago (and I do humbly apologize, it's been crazy and yes, life-changing, down here) and yet nothing fundamentally changed, on that page. Same old, same old, not even different. BS presented as factoids, calumny and libel (different things, but they cover it all) towards people that are perceived as personal foes. In my book, to despise someone is to ignore someone, not to actively ill wish on them. Yet the person (a he? a she? doubt is allowed) never got that memo and keeps on victimizing themselves.

At the end of the day, that page reads like an umpteenth season of The Young and The Restless: you can miss I don't know how many episodes, you'll always find your way back to a stalling script.

So, dear Fitness Anon, cue in another round of obsessive talking in circles about S, mendacity on top (Ashley Anon was evidence enough of that and I have to say I was a bit surprised). This, and copying even my mannerisms - hence my complete disdain.

PS: Despina Vandi Anon, you have been waiting for a very long time and I hope you could forgive me for that. This week's audio will be for you. But now, onwards to some cookery. I always found it supremely relaxing for the brain.

#anon #fandom #shitshow

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tokoyamisstuff · 1 year ago

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Pistanthrophobia

(n.) the fear of trusting people due to past experiences

Mark Hoffman x GN! Reader

A/N: This request has been sitting in my drafts for 2 years or so, I am terribly sorry😭but kinda iconic that anon predicted the plot of SAW X

Synopsis: While John and Amanda travel to Mexico, Reader and Mark are being left behind.

Warnings: Cussing, (unspecific) mentions of intercourse, alcohol, mental breakdown, unhealthy coping mechanisms, toxic dynamics, mentions of choking, power imbalance, slight d/s elements -> all mostly mentioned, nothing graphic

Notes: Apprentice! Reader, Nurse! Reader, Enemies to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, No use of Y/N or other names

"So I'll use my voice, I'll be so fucking rude Words, they always win, but I know I'll lose And I wanna cry, I wanna learn to love But all my tears have been used up"

- Another Love by Tom Odell

"I hate you so fucking much..."

Your words were met with nothing but a derogatory laugh, Hoffman's dark voice almost tauntingly echoing through the room.

Unbothered by your remark, he calmly readjusted his pants before subtly winking at you.

"Don't hate the player - hate the game" he chuckled arrogantly, relishing in the knowledge that he was once again victorious in that little cat and mouse game the two of you were playing.

There was no denying it: Hoffman would always end up having the upper hand, this much was sure.

But oh, how much you wanted to wipe that shiteating grin from his face right now!

Slowly but steadily even the last effects of your orgasm ceased in your body, instantly being replaced with unbearable shame.

As always.

You'd love to say this was a one-time occasion, but every argument with your fellow apprentice would ultimately end up this way - with you being slammed on the next best surface, that is. Getting fucked into utter submission until you'd be reduced to a moaning and stuttering mess, begging him for more.

And mind you, but the two of you fought a lot.

You furrowed your brows at the man, a failed attempt to regain at least a fraction of your dignity. Hoffman however found your pathetic resistance rather endearing, shamelessly indulging in the sight of your ruined self.

Straightening your clothes, you intended to escape this scene as fast as possible - but after a deed this...intense, it was doomed to fail.

So as soon as you jumped from the cold working table, your legs gave up...

...just to instantly being caught in the arms of the man you so desperately wanted to get away from.

"Careful there" he mocked, and yet his breath on your ear was enough to make you shiver once again. "You might wanna take it easy after what I did to you."

"Fuck off!" you managed to regain some composure and snapped back, shoving him away and leaving as far as your still weakened legs could manage.

"Little brat" he grumbled under his breath, only to then fix his tie and continue working as if nothing ever happened. "If you want to come back for more, you know where to find me!"

The words he called after you were left unheard as you paced through the narrow hallways, trying to avoid anyone else to see you like this - runny makeup, ruined hair, the front of your shirt torn apart, skin covered in bruises.

Gladly you would cross paths with neither John nor Amanda during the walk-of-shame to your room. Not that this little 'hate-fuck-workplace-affair' - or whatever one might call it - wasn't obvious, you just couldn't bear another lecture right now.

The water in your current hideout - another run down facility - was cold and made you grateful to be vaccinated against tetanus, but it would suffice.

At least this time you actually had running water, right? A vigilantee with a secret double life shouldn't really complain about missing luxury.

You quickly got undressed and scrubbed off the black oily fingerprints Mark had left on your chest and thighs, while dwelling in self pity...

...because even though you'd rather drop dead than to admit it, you sadly enjoyed those encounters with Hoffman way too much.

And damn, that asshole was amazing when it came to making you come undone.

Couldn't even blame him for acting all high and mighty around you when you'd become wax in his hands as soon as his lips crash over yours in the heat of the moment.

Each and every. Single. Time.

Admittedly, he is handsome. Very much so, and aware of that fact in the worst way possible. Tall, more intelligent than he looked for sure. Strong and dominant - no, downright rude was more fitting.

And while usually rather the quiet type, Hoffman was very vocal about his opinion of you.

The detective thought you to not belong here, to be dull and naive - a nuisance whose mere presence managed to irritate him beyond belief.

After all, you were a mere nurse before this - on the very same station that John Kramer was once a patient on. And someone like him was aware of everything.

So it was only a matter of time until he found out you listened to some of your terminally ill patient's pleads and assisted them with their suicide. Much to his disapproval, needn't be said.

Just like Mark, you had no other choice but to join in Jigsaws schemes - yet opposite to him, you actually looked up to your blackmailer.

"Kindness is a virtue - but given to the wrong people, it can become a weakness" John once scolded you, after having interrupted a rather indecent moment between you and Hoffman.

As if you had ever been kind to him. Well, in the beginning, maybe. But he blocked every attempt to get along, and now you just mirror the way he treats you.

As the last drop of machine oil went down the drain, you couldn't help but mentally wander back to earlier - Mark roughly pounding into you, holding your struggling self in place as he once again reminded you that this was exactly where you belonged - beneath him.

Shit, you have a horrible taste in men.

Mabye you just hated yourself for allowing him to manhandle you like this, using you like some sort of toy to let out some steam on...

...or maybe you hated the fact that you still felt this odd attraction to him, despite everything.

"Did it again, huh?"

Amanda's appearance broke your reminiscing, and you stared her down as she was smugly leaning against the doorframe. God knows how long she had been back already, but with no actual doors privacy was a foreign word in here anyway.

"Please" you groaned, not bothering to dry yourself properly and instead quickly getting dressed again. "I don't wanna hear it."

"You know I'll implode if I can't at least voice my disgust for this cheap excuse of a man." Despite the initial atmosphere, both of you broke out into bright laughter at her comment.

"Seriously" she now added with a more concerned and serious tone, gently grabbing both of your shoulders so you'd properly listen. "Even John begins to think Hoffman's beyond help. Instead of listening to John's teachings, he only got a taste for blood. Who knows what happens when he snaps."

For a sheer second, your face dropped at her statement.

What did she mean with "beyond help"?

Sure, he was the epitome of toxic masculinity and a different kind of insane than the rest of you, but he gets the job done without question...

...and somehow you wanted to believe that he had preserved at least a last bit of humanity, buried deep inside of him.

A taste of blood? Certainly. But more as means of self preservance, maybe out of a twisted sense of justice too.

Soon Amanda would take over John's work and the rest of you could be active from the shadows. You couldn't imagine him continuing this afterwards, neither did you.

"Well" you crossed your arms in a defensive manner, "Tell him to keep it in his pants and I might be able to resist climbing this man like a jungle gym."

"Gross."

Gladly Amanda dropped the topic for now, practically tearing you to the main hall for some kind of 'murder staff meeting'.

You couldn't bear to see his fucking face again, but hey, that's what you get for fucking the company.

John and Mark were already waiting, and the latter immediately scowled upon seeing your fellow apprentice.

Well, if there's one person he despised even more than you it must be her - and she was an actual rival to him and not just a pastime and easy target.

"Late as always" Mark spat venom at her, "Can't expect any less from an addict and a good-for-nothing."

Ouch.

"What's with the grimace, dumbass?" she sneered right back and earned a nudge to the side from yourself. You had no nerve for this right now, especially not in front of your mentor.

Instead of biding Amanda another look, he now turned towards you with a mischievous grin on his face. "Got nothing sassy to say today, sweetheart?"

"Nope." You tried avoiding his gaze, only to be met with John's sympathetic one. "Not in the mood."

"Huh" he almost cackled at his own joke before he even said it, "You were 'in the mood' just a few minutes ago. But hey, that's the only thing you're good for."

Amanda was practicall boiling with rage by now, ready to throw hands to defend your honor. What a wonderful friend indeed...

...but all of you knew that while she surpassed him in skill with ease, he was a literal beast when it came to physical strenght.

"I liked your mouth more when it was duct-taped" you finally snapped back at the man, more to hold Amanda back than anything else. "Or even better, with the shotgun draped right in front of it. Might make that mandatory, so you'll finally think before you speak."

"Try me" he answered calm yet not less menacing, a cocky smirk decorating his face as he approached you until you were basically trapped between him and the wall. "Or do you need me to fuck that attitude right out of you again?"

"Enough already!" John then exclaimed, and immediately the room was coated with an uncomfortable silence, strained even. "You're not here to be so distasteful in my presence. Did you learn nothing at all?"

Couldn't he have intervened earlier?

Well, knowing him he probably wanted to observe whether you took his lecture to heart.

God, you couldn't help but wish to disappear right on spot...

You looked down in shame while Mark would only scoff and back away like a feral dog being tugged on it's leash, finally giving you space to breathe again.

"I called you here because Amanda and I will have to leave earlier than anticipated" John had ended the earlier topic just like that, by dropping this huge information. "Tomorrow night, to be precize."

"Only the two of you?" Mark groaned exaggerated at your question, as if the answer was the most obvious thing to figure out.

"You and the detective need to keep your civil identities upright. The preparations will take longer than anticipated, so it would be suspicious if you were to miss work for such a long period of time"

You nodded, only a little bashful at first but it worsened as John once again directed his words at you. "Did you bring the anesthesia and surgical instruments I requested of you?"

"N-not enough" you tried to explain, a little taken aback. "I thought there was more time. If I steal too much at once, my coworkers will find out..."

"It's alright" Amanda interrupted you, putting a reassuring hand on your back. "I know some people, I can get the missing rest."

Hoffman's laugh was everything but subtle, and more than enough to tell what he was thinking - that you were useless and replacable.

Maybe he was right. But you were never voluntarily a part of this in the first place!

"Both of you have envelopes with assignments on your desk, you need to get this done until my return. This is not a request, it's an order."

All of you voiced your approval, like mindless soldiers who were about to fight the war of others.

"Oh, and detective?" John then turned to look at Hoffman, raising a warning finger. "I know what you're about to do in my absence, and I'll warn you only this once: Don't."

It had been hours since John and Amanda's departure and you couldn't help but repeat this last sentence in your mind over and over again.

Those dreading questions were robbing the sleep you so desperately needed in case you'd have to actuall defend yourself.

What did he mean by that? What intentions or plans would a man like Mark Hoffman have? He seemed like a man with no real aspirations, aside from his position at work he was basically an empty shell of a human being.

You never really thought about it until now, gulping at the thought: Even the serial killer they called Jigsaw, the puppet mastermind admitted he could not control this man.

You've seen the brutality of Mark's traps first hand, the way he treated - no, abused - unconscious victims before their tests.

Compared to the rest of you he was the real homicidal maniac, or at least had the potential to become shall he fall even further astray from his path.

You got the sentiment, though. Knew it yourself - what it's like to have nothing and no one, leading a shallow and empty life.

It was apparent how tired he had grown of this corrupt city, of not being able to bring upon real justice. He had been known for his violent tendencies and immoral methods even before crossing paths with John Kramer...

...and now that he was so deep in those games, it seems there was simply no going back for him now. At least as long as there's still apprentices alive that might snitch his secrets.

You once called him "Jigsaw's Monster" to push his buttons - but to be perfectly honest, you were scared you had hit the bull's eye.

And now they had left you alone with exactly this monster.

He is definetly going to kill you...or worse.

You shuddered at the thought, then laughed at your own imagination running wild. John certainly let a lot slip with both Amanda and Mark, even death traps with no real way to win.

But John had insisted that you were to cater to his needs shall his health deteriorate. So he needed you. He would never let Mark get rid of you just like that, right?

Right?

Well, that's some motivation to get the job done and prove yourself worthy you thought, but life got other plans..

...since just when you were about to leave the hideout for your beloved apartment, the last person you wanted to see right now had magically appeared.

No wonder you thought, since both of you had taken paid time off work for several days, back when you thought you'd accompany John to Mexico.

Either way you were frozen in shock, like a deer in front of a lion. Hoffman was just standing there, staring at you wide-eyed from the dark hallway.

Exhaling deeply, you tried to become reasonable again. Dang, you were behaving ridiculous right now.

That's just Hoffman. A terrible person, but still a person and not some kind of abomination.

"Gosh" you chuckled nervously, pacing around the room to collect some blueprints. "Can't you be normal for once? At least knock or announce yourself."

No answer.

"What now? Wanna insult me again, call me a disgrace or worse? C'mon, I've had it all with you. And hey, John didn't take you with him either so don't get me started on that topic."

Still no reaction from the man, except for him entering the room all mutely, stating holes into your skill.

He was staggering, but seemingly not injured. So drunk it must be. A shame, considering he had been sober ever since he met John.

"D-Detective? You there? Did you hear me?" His sheer presence alone could be intimidating at times, but this was downright creepy.

Slowly coming closer, like so many times the proximity between you became too much to bear. But not with annoying banter or sexual tension like usual.

It was different this time, worse.

A million thoughts at once spiraled in your head.

Should you make a run for it? Nah, he's faster anyway and it would only wear you down.

Fight? Haha, nope. Maybe seduce him and hope for the best? Gosh, pathetic.

Before you even realized, you were cornered once again. Mark built himself up, towering over you like a beast in front of his prey. Then he slammed both of his hands on either side of your head, making you jump.

You were trapped. He harshly tugged on your hair, forcing you to look at his devastated self. Squinting your eyes open, your whole body was shaking violently as you glanced up to the man.

Mark was panting heavily, his breath strongly smelling of liquor. Eyes bordering on a dangerous mixture of hurt and pure madness.

God, he was actually going to murder you.

You felt a hand on your throat, one last desperate attempt of his to ward off those feelings. To remain the one in control over the situation...

...and yet, in the end his lips would meet yours.

Detective Hoffman had kissed you many times before. Always rough, sloppy, demanding. Taking what he needed without ever giving back.

But this...this was new.

It felt almost genuine, with his gloved hand now securely holding the back of your neck in place. Unusually tender as his shaky lips laid on yours, careful like you were a fragile piece of art that could easily be tainted or shatter.

It felt like an eternity, until his lips softly brushed alongside the skin of your cheek before completely pulling back, finally allowing you to breathe again.

You were almost temptated to kiss him back, but were still too confused and afraid, sucking in fresh air and staring at him dumbfounded.

"Hoffman, what the-"

Before you could finish your question, the man pulled you into a bonecrushing embrace.

With your ear against his thorso, you could hear the way his heart was practically hammering against his chest. Much to your surprise he was shaking as well, and you could've sworn to perceive some strangled sobs as well.

"Hey, big guy..." Trapped in his muscular arms you couldn't move an inch, no matter how you tried to writhe yourself out. "This isn't much better than the choking. You're squeezing me here, seriously."

Instead of a proper reaction, you felt him press your much smaller body even firmer against his own, desperate to not let you see him this vulnerable...

...however when you felt something wetten the top of your head you understood.

He was crying. Mark fucking Hoffman, the most menacing and cold person was currently bawling his eyes out.

"Mark?" You had never called him by his first name until now, but it felt right at the moment. "What's wrong? Can I help you somehow? Talk to me..."

That was the last straw.

Not even Hoffman himself knew why he came to you of all people in this state of being...

...but all things aside, you were the only person he could call a constant pleasure in his life - even when he was actively making yours worse in the process.

After everything he's said and done, you should be the last person on earth to care. He had expected you to laugh, spit insults his way, maybe even lash out at him. He deserved it all and way worse...

...yet here you are, offering him your support.

Mark broke down, falling on his knees and weeping openly as he was now unable to hold back anymore.

Or maybe it was because your presence made him feel safe enough to open up, who knows.

"Heya there..." you shushed him, hesistantly sinking down to the floor in front of him. "It's okay. Let it all out."

All of your suspicion, all of your grudges had been shoved back into your head at that moment.

Eery person deserved a second chance - that was one of John's lessions you wholeheartedly wanted to believe in.

Well, sadly just like Jigsaws traps, healing always involved hurt in the process.

"I'm here, Mark. I'm not going anywhere."

And you kept your word, keeping him company as long as needed.

It took you some time and convincing, but eventually you got this drunk and utterly exhausted mess of a man into your bed. Staying by his side, with him clinging to you as if you were his lifeline.

However he never spoke a word that night...

...and when you woke up the next morning, he was gone.

You found him not much later, slouched on a run down sofa at Jigsaw's workshop and drinking his hangover away.

Geeze, this guy is incorrigible.

"You look awful" you greeted him, looking at the clock just to see that it was only 9am.

"Yeah no shit sherlock" he croaked back, voice still hoarse from crying before. "Want a job at my department with your great observation skills?"

"Depends" you snickered, "Do I get a promotion for turning you in?"

There, at the corner of his mouth, his lips were twitching into an almost-smile. He let out an amused huff, before taking another sip from the cheap liquor. "Touché."

"So..." you plummeted down on the other end of the sofa, enough distance to not be uncomfortable for either of you. "Want to talk about it?"

Hoffman leaned forwards, a slouched position that made him appear so much less intimidating than he could be at times. "Rather not."

He looked so sad and tired, or rather tired of being sad.

You almost felt pity for him, but would never dare to say that aloud. He didn't seem like the type of person to take people caring for him positively.

"You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?" Hoffman almost cackled at your choice of wording, making you roll your eyes. "You're making this way too easy sometimes. "

This playful banter made you wonder why it couldn't always be like this - just exchanging some silly jabs, instead of getting at each other's throat whenever you'd meet.

"C'mon, stay focused." You now had both hands at your hips, trying to make an authorative impression. "I seriously thought you came to kill me last night. I think I deserve to know what's going on."

"Kill you?" That seemingly catched him off guard, as he rose a surprised, almost offended eyebrow at you. "Why the hell would I do that?"

"I-I don't know, I...we're all alone, I'm defenseless without the others." A little embarassed at your paranoia, you fondled with your fingers in your lap. "You loathe me, and you've killed people for less."

Your mind went back and forth to his colleagues who he killed in cold blood. People he worked with for so many years, probably went through so much together...

...until he slaughtered them in inhumane ways, without so much as feeling remorse.

"Ah damn it, yesterday was the death day of my sister, okay? You happy now?" He gritted, and suddenly you felt a tidal wave of guilt hit you head first.

How could you not have thought about this?!?

"John didn't want me to relapse with the alcohol" he added, "That's what he meant. But here we are."

This said, he took another sip. And then one more, and another...

In a fit of rage, he threw the empty bottle across the room where it scattered into pieces. As he pulled out another one from his secret storage, you tried to snatch it out of his hand - but his reaction was surprisingly unaffected.

You wanted to drown your embarassment just as much as he did his grief. "We've exchanged all kinds of bodily fluids, a shared bottle won't do any harm."

"...weirdo" he mumbled, hiccuping before involuntarily giving you the bottle.

"Takes one to know one" you shrugged and almost emptied it in one go, ignoring both the burning in your mouth and your companion's pleas to take it easy.

While you continued getting to his niveau of intoxication, Mark seemed to be buried deeply in thought, brows knitted together as he tried to find the courage for the following words.

Sighing deeply, looking anywhere but your eyes, he almost mutely uttered "...and I don't hate you."

"Huh?" You blinked frantically, trying to process what he had just said.

"I don't hate you" he repeated his confession, now firmly and with a stern expression as he scanned your face for a reaction.

"Well, your words and actions certainly don't match." Your mind was alread fogged by the alcohol, and you began to wonder how he could even sit upright with that much running through his system. Well, was certainly not the first time he numbed out his feelings like this.

Not wanting to push him too much, you shuffled closer until your legs would touch. Mark had his face buried in his hands, and you timidly reached out to pat his shoulder...

...only for him to catch your wrist, making you yelp in pain.

Seeing your startled expression, his wild eyes softened immediately, letting go off of you again. "Sorry...bad habit."

"Oh, so you do know how to apologize" you nervously giggled as you rubbed your sore wrist, detecting a glint of self-loathing in his eyes you knew just too well.

Being filled with so much pent up anger and hatred, you thought them to be the only emotions Mark Hoffman was still capable to feel.

Seems like you couldn't have been more wrong.

But it was easier this way, easier to endure his neverending abuse when you imagined him to be some kind of dangerous sociopath and not a mere broken hero.

"Listen, Detective-"

"Just Mark is okay. We're way beyond that."

"Okay...Mark." You gave him a pained yet hopeful smile, and much to your surprise he'd mirror it - not even minding when you cupped his way taller hand with yours. "I'm gonna be blunt: Supressing your emotions won't make them disappear. This is obviously eating you up from the inside, and I'm...worried."

Every sympathetic word of yours made his heart clench.

It was one thing to help a lost soul as a matter of exception, just like yesterday's emergency, but after everything you witnessed not running away, and instead of using it against him still determined to help him?

Why are you making it so damn hard for him to stay away for your own good?

"...I really was right. You don't belong here" he chuckled sadly, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the back of your hand without even noticing it himself. "You're kind. You deserve better."

Mark's intention had always been to scare you away, make sure you won't continue or even associate yourself with Jigsaw's work after his death.

That's why he manipulated the traps you made, took all tasks from you and led you to believe you were not fit for the job - just so your hands stayed free from blood.

At least you should be free from all of this. One person he could help, but to him it'd mean the world.

"I don't like to get attached" he blurted out, licking his dry lips. "It hurts less."

And yet he couldn't resist the temptation, the bliss that he felt whenever he could have you close, if only temporarily.

Even though he wasn't a man of many words, you understood everything - the unspoken ones as well.

Out of a whim, you straddled his waist, intensely staring at the man in front of you.

Now at last, you saw him in a whole different light.

It wouldn't redeem anything, but understanding his behavior might pave a way for him to make up for what he's done.

Mark's eyes widened in shock when you cupped his face in your hands, his subtle beard tickling the skin of your palms. But soon you felt his hands roaming your body, holding you firmly in place and observing you like you were a myth yet to unfold.

He says something, mutely, but the way he looked at you with sheer admiration gave away his thoughts.

Your touch would not falter, instead your eyes dropped to get stuck on his mouth whose taste you knew inside and out.

A weak "Please..." escaped his throat, almost whining at the sensation of your lips only ghosting across his.

In this moment neither the games nor the past would matter...

...and as soon as your lips met, you knew whatever would happen, together you will figure out the future as well.

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