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sp4ceboo · 1 year ago

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Atonement: Feyd-Rautha x Reader

A/N: fic i wrote with @triluvial 's lovely idea

tw: 18+, smut but pretty soft, oral (f recieving), so so so so much angst, fluff after tho dw, swearing, hints of sa and pedophilia from the baron, baron is also creepy to reader but not explicitly, u gotta bear with my yapping in the beginning but it gets good i promise, inkpie

wc: 3.9k

headcanons for this universe

When you married Feyd-Rautha, you were warned of many things. His cruelty, both in and out of the bedroom, his bloodlust, his uncontrollable rage, his violence, his complete and utter lack of mercy. They told you he was psychotic, he was a cold blooded murderer, he was insatiable and that you’d be lucky to last a year with him, and yet, they never cautioned you of his sheer, unerring indifference.

Before your marriage, you fancied that he’d be like fire; raging, searing to touch. You went as far as to wish to tame his inferno. Late at night, when you could not sleep and doubt wreathed your thoughts, you also considered that he’d be like ice, like the colour of his piercing eyes, glacial and cold, devoid of anything soft or sweet.

As a child, you saw him fight in the arena. There he blazed with passion, his victor’s smile a cruel curve upon his face, his knife blade stained dark with fresh blood: he was mesmerising. At that time you were beginning to understand that your future had been sold to this violent man, and you resented your parents for it - now you realise that it went deeper than that, that it was rooted in generations of religion, of whisperings of the Bene Gesserit. Still, even then, you found the way he burned intriguing, and you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

But you were wrong. He turned out to be neither fire nor ice, just stingingly, dismissively apathetic. His eyes slide right over you when he happens to pass you in the corridors, as if you’re lower than a servant, lower than the rare rats that survive Giedi Prime’s conditions. You suspected your marriage would be painful, wedded to a man such as he was, but you didn’t think it would be this damn lonely.

You wished he hated you.

That way, at least you’d mean something to your husband. At least then vehement, savage emotion would rise within his gaze whenever he looked at you, not that horrible, polarising blankness. You wish you disgusted him, because then he’d at least he’d speak his mind - you had learnt that he spoke with brutal honesty, uncaring of the consequences.

Maybe to him, that’s all you are. A consequence of being high born, of being the na-Baron. You mean nothing to him, and he treats you as such; to him, you are less than the speck of dust on the floor, less than a grain of sand in his beloved arena.

It’s not that you wish for him to dote on you, nor love you or devote himself to you. You just wish he would look you in the eye and feel something; you’d rather him stare at you in revulsion and call you names that you can’t even think up yourself than the dead, lifeless detachment that clouds his face when he sees you in your shared chambers.

Feyd-Rautha has never laid a hand on you in violence; in fact he rarely touches you at all. The last, and only time he kissed you was during the wedding day, and he makes no moves to be in bodily contact with you any more than he has to be. You are obliged to produce an heir from him, yet even in these infrequent encounters it seems as if it is a chore for him - he takes no pleasure in your body nor does he try to pleasure you, and he makes no sound when he takes you, staying as long as it takes for his seed to fill your womb before leaving without a word. On those nights, your thighs tremble as you stumble to the bathroom, only allowing your tears to fall once the shower water is searing on your skin.

During the first month of your marriage, you did everything in your power to please him. You thought maybe you weren’t pretty enough for him, maybe you were not desirable as a wife, so you always smiled at him, made an effort to fill the silence that pervaded the air around him, bringing up topics you knew he would enjoy, like the arena, like his love for knives and duels. To even that he would not reply, rebutting your questions with monosyllables or simply ignoring you. You stopped once he began to leave the room while you were mid sentence.

It is now your fourth month locked in this marriage with an uncaring man, and all you feel is bleak, crushing resignation. Somehow, Feyd-Rautha seems to take more interest in conversing with his brother than you.

You wonder if he has forgotten your name. He addresses you simply as ‘wife’ - that, and nothing more, the title leaving his lips like an accusatory curse, reminding you that if you did not serve a purpose to him, and if decorum did not restrain him, he’d have disposed of you by now, either by slitting your throat or simply abandoning you outside the palace grounds, not even bothering to end you himself.

The palace in question is lonely, but you feel the loneliest when you lay awake at night, shivering on your side of the bed as Feyd-Rautha slumbers to your right. Tears always prick your eyes during those moments, but you stifle them, afraid that you’ll rouse him with your crying; you do not know what you’ve done to garner his mistrust, but many times you’ve glimpsed the knife he keeps beneath his pillow, the cold blade glinting in the moonlight.

Often you wonder if he has a secret lover, and that is why he does not bother with you. You wake up sometimes and he is gone, but soon you realised that he would visit his concubines, especially after he had bred you. You would finish your shower, unable to wash off the feel that you were dirty, you were just an animal, a mindless thing to produce an heir for him, and he would be lounging in the antechambers of your quarters, ignoring your presence with the three harpies wrapped around him, whispering in his ears and caressing his moonlight skin. They accompanied him everywhere he wished, even in public, and to begin with, you felt humiliated that he would so explicitly show that you were not to his satisfaction.

Now, it just makes the solitude even worse.

You find solace in no one. More than once, you have walked in on the servants laughing behind your back, and as it became evident your husband was uninterested in you, they did not hide their mocking. The Baron’s other nephew you hardly saw, and the Baron himself terrified you: there was something in the way that he stared at you, his beady eyes glittering from where they were set deep within his putrid flesh, that made you feel more soiled than even after Feyd-Rautha took you.

So you remain isolated, speaking only when spoken to, drifting through the palace’s wide, dark hallways like a ghoul, a mourning spectre. You can barely remember your life before, just wisps and fleeting flashes of colour that ridicule rather than comfort you.

To Feyd, it is obvious who you are. A spy, commanded by his uncle to report every single one of his doings to you; he cannot slip up once around you, cannot reveal his weaknesses, that he is desperate to be loved, to be seen as someone whose only use is not war. He sees the way his uncle looks at you, hungry for information you do not have because he does not impart it, the way the Baron comments on you and the way you flinch at his words, pretending that you do not report to him.

Feyd is determined in his resolve to give nothing away. His uncle has held power over him since he was young, he refuses to give him even an inch over him now. He still has nightmares of it, which he wakes up from with his pale skin sheened in clammy sweat, clammy like the hands of his uncle.

Sometimes, he sees the tears in your eyes after he fucks you. The first time, he almost stopped, almost asked you where it hurt, but you turned away before he could, acting, always acting; acting when you smile graciously at him, acting when you ask him what his favourite type of blade is, what his favourite form of swordsmanship is. You are good at pretending, but of course you are - his uncle is the Baron, a man who bathes in power. No doubt he would get only the best of spies.

Tonight, you are not where you normally are. At this hour, you are usually asleep, or feigning it in the very least, curled up small on your side of the mattress, yet the bed is still made, the sheets unrumpled and smoothed down as they were this morning. Feyd thinks that maybe he might catch you reporting to his uncle, so he strides out of your shared chambers, pausing in the doorway to listen carefully; as a boy, he hunted in forests that have now been chopped down and industrialised, but he has maintained his keen ears long after the last wild plant on Giedi Prime’s surface choked on the fumes of pollution.

There’s a soft noise, barely perceptible, that echoes down the corridor to his right. Silently, he tracks it down the labyrinthine passages of the palace, servants scurrying out of his warpath, bowing their heads to him - he wonders if they too report to his uncle, if they travel now to his quarters to inform him of his beloved nephew’s whereabouts.

Feyd wishes he and Rabban were brothers first before rivals. Then he could have someone to rely on, someone who he trusted in this palace built on lies.

Pausing, Feyd cocks his head. You huddle in a crumpled heap at the end of the corridor, your knees hugged tightly to your chest, head low as if under a crushing weight. It occurs to him that maybe the Baron was displeased with your efforts to gain information and made it known to you - a pang of pity tugs at him, for he knows what his uncle’s wrath is like. At least you have been spared from the sole thing worse than that - the Baron’s thirst.

"What are you doing, wife?"

Your head snaps up, Feyd-Rautha’s unfeeling voice kindling a rare burst of temper from you. Is it not evident to him what you are doing? Or is he just too blind to see the tears streaking down your cheeks? Your words are injected with venom when you speak, and you hope that it stings him for leaving you alone in this cold, dark place.

"So now I am of concern to you?"

Feyd is taken aback by the indignant arch of your brows, the resentment displayed in your eyes. It takes him a moment to register the harshness lacing your voice - you have never addressed him in this way - and another to digest your words. There’s a bleakness in your wet, tear stained face as you stare up at him, and shock too, as if you did not expect yourself to speak against him this way.

Something clicks into place.

Feyd recognises that look in your eyes. He recognises it, because he’s seen it in the mirror a hundred times before; haunted, harrowed, lonely. He remembers nights when he trembled beneath the cold sheets of his bed, when he was small enough that he felt like he was drowning in the black satin, his eyes wide as the fabric seemed to wend around his limbs, tying him there as he lay fearful of everyone, fearful that his uncle would summon him. Even young, he was so terribly aware of not knowing who he could trust and who would turn to the Baron, bearing information like knives to split open his childish skin and spill his guts on the freezing stone floor.

It broke him. He is barely a shell of a sentient being, repressed emotions wreathing like ghosts around his frame, his eyes hollow, his heart decaying. In his fear, he was blinded, and he pushed you to the place where he had been all those years ago, so terribly, terribly alone - you are stronger than him, for lasting this long.

Sharp, plunging, dread sinks in his stomach, weighs down his soul; he has done unspeakable things to you, treated you like a dog, like a whore - worse. How can you look at him without hatred in your eyes, spite?

Bile rises in his throat, his heart seized by a dark, burning anger. He has done this to you, he has slashed your skin and left you bleeding, and yet all you did was try to please him. In an effort to save himself, he trampled you under foot; in order to keep you out, he left you surrounded by shadows. Feyd has never hated himself so much, has never despised who he has become with this much furor.

Slowly, he crouches before you. Eyes wide, you shrink away, misreading the direction of his rage, flinching when he reaches out a hand. Pressing your back against the wall behind you, you turn your head away from him, fear causing tears to spill down your cheeks: he sees the way you will the stone to swallow you up, knows the feeling.

"Please don’t hurt me," you choke out, hands trembling uncontrollably.

Something deep within Feyd’s soul withers and dies at your words. Forcing his jaw to unclench, his hands to release the fists they held, he shoves down his anger. The fury is for later, for when he has made things right - for now it is you that is his priority. Too late, a voice whispers in his ears, too late, too late, too late -

Gods, he deserves to burn at the fucking stake for this. He deserves eternal hell for this, he deserves worse. He is a fool: a blind, blundering fool, stuffed to the brim with paranoia and cynicism.

He sucks in a breath. "I will not hurt you. You have my word, whatever it is worth to you. I - I have made an irredeemable mistake, I - "

After his first sentence, you have not heard him. Tears of relief soak your face, and you whisper needless apologies for them; it is an arrow through his heart that you fear him so - yet the pain is where it is due, justifiable for the way he has shamed you, belittled you.

"May I - may I touch you, my wife?"

You do not know why you nod in reply of your husband’s strange request, but the moment you do, strong arms pull you into a solid chest, and a sob leaves you - he is so warm, warm enough to banish the seeping cold embedded in your bones, warm enough to let your sorrow flow anew, soaking his shirt as your hands bunch in its fabric, so that if he is cruel enough to leave you here, at least he will have to fight to do so. You have not been held in a long time.

Each of your shuddering sobs is a knife blade twisting in Feyd’s spirit. He lets the pain wash over him, clings to the way you burrow into his arms, a kind creature in the embrace of a monster. At one point, in the throes of your crying, you beat at his chest, telling him that you hate him, and he takes it with a bowed head, stroking your hair and holding you tighter once you exhaust yourself; this is only a fraction of his atonement.

You fall asleep in his arms. He carries you back to your quarters, and only once the door is closed behind him does he let his tears mingle with yours. Keeping you cradled to his chest like a child, he pours a glass of water for you to drink in the morning, knowing you will be dehydrated; he sets it on your bedside table before laying you down on the mattress.

You don’t let go of him, even in your sleep. His heart clenches, tight in his chest, and he drops a kiss in your hair before lying down beside you.

He believes he will love you, if you will let him.

Consciousness leaks slowly into your mind, and you blink, squinting through the beam of light that filters in through the curtains. From your months spent here, you’ve realised that Giedi Prime’s atmosphere is normally churned up with violent storms and choked with pollution, so this ray of sun that falls against your pillow, warming your face is far from unwanted - nor is the pale forearm tucked around your waist, firmly so, but not trapping you either.

Your husband’s chest fits snugly against your back, his breath warm and steady against your skin; his fingers splay out across your stomach, gentle, communicating so many things that were left unsaid. Vaguely, you remember falling asleep, nestled against his chest, tears drying on your cheeks.

When you roll over, you’re unsurprised that he’s already awake. With blue eyes softened by the sunlight, he regards you, fingers settled at the small of your waist. Something clouds his gaze, and he shifts, propping himself up on his elbows.

"I owe you an explanation."

You wait silently, unperturbed by the way he clenches his jaw. He vowed to you last night that he would not hurt you, and you trust that. Wordlessly, his lips open, then close, and you patiently watch him, far too well acquainted with how this man struggles to let down his guard - even now, you cannot read the twisting of his features, the way his eyes squint as he looks at you.

"I - I thought you were a spy sent by my uncle," he finally confesses. "My uncle… when I was younger, he,"

Reaching out, you cup his jaw in your hand, running your thumb along his cheekbone until he relaxes. You see the battle in his eyes, to let go, to tell you the knowledge that he thinks you deserve, but you see with it the years of hurt, of solitude. Something hopeful, something beautiful blossoms within you - the realisation that this wounded beast before you is someone that you could grow to love; you want him to bare his scars to you, those that are long healed and those that still seep with blood.

"All in good time, Feyd," you assure him quietly.

He sighs, touches his lips against your palm. "I am sorry, my wife."

Slipping your hand down to grip his shoulder, you lean closer towards him so you can kiss him. An anguished sound leaves him, and you see clearly how he realises that he has wronged you, how it pains him, and yet how the taste of you awakens something tender within him - you marvel at it, that it has survived, buried within him for so long. Perhaps he will let you love him.

Feyd is neither forward nor insatiable in the way he kisses you. In fact, he pulls away first, moving to get up from the bed despite the way your hands grip his shoulders, and you almost doubt that he wants you before you glimpse the longing in his eyes that lingers before he pushes it down. You wonder if this man knows how to make love or if he just knows how to fuck, you wonder if he feels the same molten feeling in his stomach that you feel and that is why his movements are tinged with nerves as he gently escapes your grasp. It is clear to you: he does not want to scare you.

"Must you go?" You ask, tugging at his fingers.

He tilts his head. "I don’t know if you want me here, after what I have inflicted upon you."

A streak of bravery takes ahold of you. "Please, Feyd, I want you."

You delight at the fire that ignites in his eyes upon your words. He wastes no time in returning to your side, dropping a sweet tasting kiss to your lips before taking your chin in his hand, eyes searching yours as he sits between your thighs.

"Tell me if you want to stop," he says. "Yes?"

"Yes," you echo, blood heating your cheeks.

Feyd kisses you again, giving you time to rescind your reply if you want, but you just tug at the hem of his shirt, drinking in his sculpted chest when he pulls the black cloth over his head. Delicately, he trails his lips down your skin as he undresses you, his broad hands warm where they encircle your waist, holding you flush to him as his calloused palms explore your body, skimming over your spine and caressing your breasts before settling on your thighs and pulling them open.

You’re terribly aware of how wet you are when his eyes settle on your pussy. Instinctively, your knees tip inwards, your face growing hot at the hunger in his gaze, but his broad shoulders block your legs from closing, followed closely by his hands which gently push them back open. He smiles at the blush high on your cheeks, rubbing his thumb over your ankle in order to put you at ease.

The sound you make when he pushes his fingers into your cunt and curls them almost makes Feyd moan. You tremble for him, bashful, and he can feel himself rock hard against the mattress, aching for the tight clamp of your velvet walls. He wants to bury himself between your thighs, and so he does, your sweet slick exquisite on his tongue - he presses kisses like butterflies to your thighs, your hips, worshipping you as his fingers pump in and out of you to the same pace as your heaving chest.

You look beautiful, gilded by the sunlight, lower lip trapped between your teeth, but he doesn’t miss the way you grip the sheets with one hand, the other clapped over your mouth, panting as he pleases you. Stroking your thigh, he pauses, licking your slick off his lips.

"Let me hear you," he bids.

You blush again but obey him, tremors wracking your body as he sucks on your clit, laving his tongue over it until you throw your head back, eyes rolling as you come, your honeyed moans and hot release exquisite upon his senses. He wants more, needs more of the taste of you, but you tug at his shoulders, whining for his cock, and he’d rather die than deny you.

The way you say his name when he buries himself inside you sets his soul on fire. You look beautiful beneath him, shaking and whimpering from the hot pulse of his length, clawing at his shoulders until he wears red marks that he’s proud to bear, moaning into his mouth when he kisses you. It seems you cannot get enough of him, and Feyd is more than fine with that because he finds himself addicted to the feel of you under his hands, begging him for more.

Feyd remains entranced long after he comes inside you, with you, your cunt spasming around him. You draw close to him, intertwining your legs with his as he kisses your face, your neck, your chest, making sure he has not hurt you, making sure you are sated. Curling your fingers under his jaw, stopping him, you look him in the eye and smile before kissing him, and he finds himself mesmerised again by you.

He is certain you will let him love you. He is yours.

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lumentears · 3 months ago

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okay since I recently found out that me and literally 5 other kids in my choir had a phase where we made serious plans to run away and become a 9th penitent - is this an 8th House thing or are teens just like that

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BONE CULTISTS? ON MY HELLSITE?

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It's more likely than you think.

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i was dropping off the kids at the cohort seminar and the 2nd house recruiter saw my wheelchair and asked if I was a veteran ... like aye cap they gave me ms in the war

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she asked me what front i served at and I said "the big one". she gasped

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WHEN I CAME BACK TO FETCH THE SQUIRTS SHE HAD A VETERAN'S DISCOUNT STAMP READY FOR ME there were tears in her eyes i swear

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Why do milking stools only have 3 legs

Because the cow has the udder.

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username checks out man you fell off. tf does that even mean

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fuck off back to deaddit. john has been trying to get an ARG off the ground for so long, let him cook. That ancient colour of the sky post was a banger

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TIL that weird baby blue sky post came from the bad jokes guy

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feeling so aenemic today...

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it's the year of our lord 10000, can we leave consumptioncore in the fucking dust where it belongs?! It's not cute, you're not giving Duchess of Rhodes, you're giving none of my friends want to spend time outside with me

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some sad news for y'all today. once again two of my shinglers, "pounded in the butt by the realisation that none of us will live to see a time of peace" and its sequel, "pounded in the butt by the realisation that the previous realisation must have occurred to dozens of my ancenstors and still we fight on", have been placed on the eighth house index of heresies. OH WELL! i will continue to write as long as there is one person waiting to read, and that person is ME!

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aw shucks that sucks! at least your works are in good company among other works of art on the index (or so i hear)

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dude we can all look up the index. "saint of seduction" "cavaliers off the leash" "pounded in the butt by a chainsmoking saint that remains otherwise unspecified and could belong to any fictional religion"

is that the good company you're speaking off? or are you just sad you can't jerk it to pervert porn anymore

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Nice try. Among erotic works, several priceless artifacts with immense cultural and scientific value have been indexed by the Eighth. E.g. the collected letters of General Duodecim to his spouses in the year of 3097, being one of the only firsthand accounts of the establishment of the first shepherd worlds. That's so long ago they still called them colonies! It's from before the divine edict of 4001!

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general duodecim was a weirdo who wrote self insert fanfic about himself getting his guts rearranged by the saint of duty TO HIS SPOUSES

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Psychometrists from the Sixth have affirmed the authenticity of the texts again and again. The Saint of Duty fucks nasty and raw, die mad about it <3

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I'm sad I can't jerk it to pervert porn anymore :(

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the good news: they're letting me go out tonight!

the bad news: it's for my great-uncle's funeral.

the secret good news: I met him twice and those were two times too many. Odious man!

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worse news: they've sat me next to Captain Deuteros I hate it here

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looooord undying she's talking about the weather. Nice yellow we're having tonight! Lemon, with a hint of cadmium - or is it cadmium with a hint of lemon?

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her shuttle journey was uneventful, if you were wondering. heaven forbid she experience two consecutive seconds of excitement.

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she saw me using necrumblr under the table and tutted at me. L-O-L!

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Maybe I should faint. I haven't fainted in ages!

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IMPORTANT UPDATE. The Crown Princess of Ida struck up a conversation with her from across the table and the captain dropped a dumpling into her lap.

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it's been five minutes. the Princess is still talking to her and the window in which she could have picked the dumpling up with minimal embarrassment has passed ages ago.

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dumplingwatch: it's still there. waiting. cooling. soaking through her trousers.

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RIP DUMPLING! The Princess is giving a speech and the captain kicked it under the table. She thinks nobody noticed

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WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THE WEATHER AGAIN I NEED THE CANCER TO GET ITS SHIT TOGETHER RIGHT NOW

#dashboard simulator #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #unreality #tw terminal illness #shitpost #getting back to my roots with weirdly elaborate shitposts i hope this doesn't flop

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moriitis · 23 days ago

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𝔘𝔫𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰.

🗡⊱ Knight!Toby Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary ⊱ When taking some time to pray in the chapel, Toby has other plans that make you question your faith.

WC ⊱ 6.7k.

Warning(s) ⊱ 18+, unsafe sex, AUs, explicit, dubious consent elements, mentions of murder, strangulation, sex, head, eating out, bruising, swearing, mentions of death, questions of faith, heavy talk of religion, questioning of faith, religion, orgasm, light asphyxiation, biting, kissing, fluids, in public, sexual content, vaginal, sexual inexperience, sexual overstimulation, denying of an orgasm, edging, virginity, taking of virginity, purity, losing your purity.

Art credit ⊱ pahatao (ig)

The church, a place of calm, peace, serenity and yet Toby couldn't understand why. Perhaps this was why he was always the odd one out, the pagan, the non-believer. Why should he? After everything he had gone through, everything he had fought, the men who had died in his arms? There was no afterlife, no God or Maker, there was just death and nothingness. So, when he found you praying in the church, he couldn't understand as to why you believed in this bullshit. Was it for approval, for guilt of a deadly sin you kept hidden from him? Though as his curiosity nipped at him, eager for some kind of answer, he didn't want to disturb your peace because you looked so beautiful under that stained glass. The colours danced on your pale skin, etching every frame, casting shadows along each bosom on your chest. Dare he look, not in a church, it's just seeing you on your knees in such a way ignited something within him. Toby couldn't deny himself of you, he couldn't deny those feelings of longing, you were too perfect and if there were a God - if he did pray - then he prayed each day and night to not give into his temptations. The urges, the feelings - the king would have his damned head. Still, the idea of seeing your virgin skin, of having your legs wrapped around his frame, of feeling the plumpness of your tits flush against his chest - fuck, he was getting hard.

Shuffling from one foot to another, the knight lowered his chin so that it met his chest, glancing at his growing cock as he exchanged another glance up from under his lashes toward you. The chapel was so eerily quiet, so much so that he could hear his own blood rushing and have mercy, it was not rushing to his head. You were quietly uttering soft prayers, though he couldn't make out much of what was being said. Perhaps you were hoping to be rid of the current plague that tormented your townsfolk or to rid the lingering fear of war. Whatever it was, he couldn't find himself caring because right now, he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock within you, holding you sharply against these chapel walls and taking your virginity before God himself. It must be an ego thing because the thought made Toby shiver; the idea of ruining you so that no other man dared to touch you. Toby knew there were something wrong with him, not because taking the life of another man makes him shiver in ecstasy, but because he knows that his cock is perfect for you - you just don't know it yet.

With a stifled groan, he lifted his head back up and shot a cautious glance toward the wooden doors of the church. It was too early in the morning for any other people to join for the mass and though the risk excited him more, he had to play this dangerous game safe. You were a princess, destined for the throne, for marriage for fucks sake! What was he thinking? Well, it certainly wasn't with his head, but his cock. Before he could rest his eyes for a moment, letting his mind wander, the sudden uttering of your prayers ceased and he raised a brow in interest. You were looking over toward him and he wasn't sure if he were reading too deep into it; but you wanted to say something. Not wanting to delay, he quickly stepped over toward the wooden pew.

"My Lady," he spoke softly, his voice bouncing back at him as it echoed in the empty hall of the chapel. "Is there something you need?" Though before he could throw out a hand for you, you simply turned back away, your gaze meeting with the cross that sat atop a stone slab before the two of you. The cross was mighty in size and it loomed over the frame of you two, the significance not meaning much to the knight but the shadow weighing heavy on you.

"I want you to pray with me, will you?" you asked, voice so soft and gentle Toby could've melted right there and then. Almost as soft as butter, god, something he wanted in his mouth. Your question stunned him for a moment, his brows twisting from concern, confusion and then raising in a questioning manner. You knew his stance on religion, he made that very prominent with the amount of times he interrupted the mass, the amount of scoffs he gave whenever the mention of 'God' came up in a conversation. Toby knew you knew and now a part of him questioned whether you were trying to get under his skin, not that you could anyway. Of course, it wasn't a personal attack, it's just you were so riddled in anxiety that the thought of not getting an extra prayer here or there sent a crushing feeling of nausea to swim throughout your very being. A part of you just hoping that perhaps if you made Toby of all people to drop to his knees and utter a prayer, which followed with an 'amen', perhaps God will be a little more forgiving in the future of your Kingdom. Honestly, you were hopeful that he would do it until he suddenly barked a soft scoff from under his breath. Toby was careful to tiptoe around your feelings when it came to religion, he knew how much this meant to you and how little he was being a pagan himself.

"I don't pray," he grumbled from under his breath, following your gaze momentarily toward before turning back to your frame. You looked so pretty on your knees before him; it was hard to not reach out and gently caress your cheek. "You should know this, Lady, you of all people," there was a tone of ridicule to his voice, not wanting to start a pointless argument and ruin your precious peace. Your sudden hopefulness vanished and a frown crossed your features for a moment, finding your gaze lowering to find the right words before glancing back up at him.

Deep down, there was no denying your feelings toward your personal knight, the secret training in-arms he gave you beneath the castle, down in the dungeon, where his hands would graze along your curves or rest on your hips or perhaps the feeling you felt when he looked at you a certain way. Like that night with the ball, where he stood just staring at you the entire night, like a predator hungry for its pray. A part of you began to wonder if you were reading it wrong, that perhaps you were just falling hopelessly in love with this brunette and that he was just here on duty - but surely he felt it too? Because why is he looking at you like this? Your brow creased and quickly, you disrupted your thoughts with a gentle shake of your head.

"What if I tell you, as your Lady, that you have to."

There was a tension in the air, a tension that was palpable and Toby shifted, feeling what you felt too and it was obvious by the look in his eye. Being commanded around was usual for him, but there was something in your sentence that ignited a flame within him, a flame that desperately wanted to be fuelled by more. Raising a challenging eyebrow, a soft smirk crept at the corner of his lip and he sighed, a sigh of defeat. Everything in his being was screaming at him to disobey this one order, to remain stood - mostly because it gave him a good angle of your cleavage that was becoming increasingly hard to not look at.

"I do not pray," there was a sternness in his voice and honestly, his disobedience shocked you. It wasn't often Toby rebelled, he was good at what he did and mercy, you knew this because of the vows he took when he pledged himself to you! Frankly, you were speechless, unsure on how to approach this and hesitantly, you glanced at him up and down.

Of course, you had power, a power that he did not possess and nothing would stop you from threatening him, banishing him from the kingdom! However, as if he had read your mind, Toby stepped forward and he was close. Closer than he had ever been before, so close that you could feel the warmth radiate off his skin. You were, and you hated to admit it, you were intimidated. This man towered over you, you could feel his breath tickle the hairs on the back of your neck, you could feel his stare and instinctively, you glanced down. You cowered, like a dog, with your tail between your legs and you wanted to step back, feeling your body already move before his gloved hand suddenly came onto your wrist. His grip was hard and unforgiving, leaving a gentle sting on the tenderness of your skin as you wiggled against his grip, feeling your heart race and a sickening twist in your stomach.

"Toby-" You spoke through gritted teeth, a warning as you craned your head up to glance at him, brows so furrowed that it hurt. He'd never touched you in this way before, he'd never made you feel unsafe and yet now; you were trembling. A part of you were unsure as to why. Perhaps it were because of the rumours that surrounded him, perhaps because it were the mere thought of knowing that he had killed men with his own hands? Maybe because deep down, you knew your odds of overpowering him were little to none. It seemed your warning only ignited something within him though, something that his gut was screaming at him to not do and before he could withdraw his hand, his other came toward your cleavage and promptly pulled down the clothing to reveal your breasts. There was little care in the action, little to non decency and he knew that doing something like this would kill him. The cold air hit your tits and in response, your nipples immediately began to perk, the attention, the confusion and the suddenness of it made you gasp. You felt.. betrayed, exposed and as much as you wanted to cover yourself, you didn't.

You knew Toby knew. You knew he knew how you felt. He knew that you knew that he watches you undress in front of your window while he watches outside while on his patrol. He knows because you do it in front of the window on purpose, he knows you do it to tease and lure him in because coincidentally, it's always on the same time he has to stride past. So, when you hesitated to cover yourself, it was more of an invitation.

His gloved hand moved to cup your breast, folding the size and feeling it in the palm of his hand. There was a sense of pride in the way he touched you, a smug smirk that just wanted to tug at the corner of his lips. The feeling of having you right where he wanted you, the idea of knowing how wrong this was and just how right it felt. Toby thrilled in the idea of a priest walking in, seeing you naked before him and before God.

"Tut, tut, tut," he shook his head in rhythm to his disapproval, scolding you as if you had a choice in the matter. "What would you s-ss-ss-- stupid God think now?" he revelled in your embarrassment, relished in the way you squirmed underneath his thumb as he toyed with your nipple playfully. His gaze exchanged between your flustered face and the cross that stood in the chapel, watching over your sinned acts, judging you heavily and the weight of it baring heavily on your shoulders. There was so much you wanted to do, to say; but you couldn't. Fuck, you just couldn't because the amount of times you finger fucked your clit at the idea of giving yourself to Toby, the idea of letting him taking your purity. It was blasphemy, it was enough to get him publicly hung.

Words of encouragement and disapproval lingered on your tongue, mind tearing between the two and the idea of your knees suddenly buckling beneath you becoming a heavy burden. So, you only whimpered, your whimper echoing in the empty chapel, allowing you to hear how pathetic you sounded. His other hand, that once held you hostage, now moved up your spine. Caressing the curve of your buttocks, appreciating the length of your spine before letting his fingers enclose around the back of your neck. Such a small, pretty neck, so petite. His whole palm and length of his fingers stretched with ease around your neck. So precious, so delightful and Toby couldn't contain his thoughts. Without much thought, he leant forward and let the roughness of his lips attack your neck. With your already trembling knees, you stumbled back and collided with the cold, stone wall behind you. Which allowed Toby to pin you right where he wanted you, right where he fantasised of taking you. His lips, though rough, danced gracefully along your neck. Nipping and licking you with a hunger he couldn't contain much longer, you were so sweet, so inviting and fuck, did he want you to warm his cock.

"Do you know-" his tongue grazed over your skin, warming it for just a moment before letting the cold send shivers along your skin, prickling at the mere touch alone. "Verdammt-" he was a stuttering, spluttering mess, his thoughts nothing but a haze of lust. It was only a moment his lips paid your neck attention before he leant down, allowing his tongue to run a slick, wet pattern down to your other nipple - giving it the attention it deserved. His tongue wet the bud clean, running circles around it and letting his teeth graze it in a way that made your hips squirm before pulling away to utter against your flesh. "Do you even know how bad I've w-wanted you-?" he uttered, words and look dangerous as he slowly dropped to his knees. "Meine kleine maus.." Those words, the way he whispered his mother tongue, a language you had yet to understand, it sent you into a spiral. A spiral that made you desperately rub your thighs together, your clit aching for attention as you rested the back of your skull against the stone, mouth agape as you gasped unsteady breaths. You wanted to protest, you wanted to push him away, repent your sins, but now he was on his knees, his hands removing themselves off your bosom and slowly to the hem of your dress, all the while keeping his eyes interlocked with your own.

"Lord have mercy.." you uttered, a sweet whisper of ecstasy, a whisper that encouraged him. Toby chuckled, it was so deep and hoarse that you could barely recognise it as his own. His unforgiving hands moved further, revealing your soft skin from beneath the dress, revealing your legs and thighs. The knight crept his head forward, his lips ghosting your inner leg as he sucked in your scent, as his nose tickled your legs and his lips left sloppy, messy kisses in his wake. You could feel him grinning against your skin.

"There is no God here," Toby uttered against your skin. "And here I th-thought I was the dirty s-sinner," he jest, stifling a little chuckle as his hands moved around your thighs and up to your buttocks. Taking in the warmth of each cheek, he gave them a squeeze, hard enough to bruise and embarrassingly, your hips bucked in an eagerness you couldn't control. Every day, Toby bent a knee to you, his hand on his heart, his gaze on you dangerous and strong from underneath his lashes, devoting his life to you but now, here? This was an entirely different meaning.

His kisses trailed up your inner thigh, higher and higher until he met the lining of your underwear; his fingers tickling around to pull the fabric aside and it was there he buried his nose deep in your pubic hair.

Honestly, you were stunned as he inhaled your scent, an animalistic groan escaping from his lips as his tongue darted out to wet his mouth. Despite the serenity the church provided, the sudden tension around the two of you changed. The air becoming thick and you could barely focus with your heart practically being in your mouth. There was so much you wanted to say - you wanted to do; but you were frozen at the event that was suddenly unfolding before you. This took the meaning of your own personal knight to a whole other level and what made it worst is that Toby knew you so well, so well in a way that you couldn't admit. Like he had taken the time to analyse your every move, emotion; he knows you inside and out - well, just about inside. With your mind being nothing but a dizzy haze of confusion and lust, you broke the eye contact for a mere moment to glance over at the cross before you. For all you know, Toby could be right; maybe there was no God and Toby was the devil all along - uttering sweet nothings in your ear.

Before you could ponder any further, a warmth began to wet your lips and clit and immediately you gasped. The man knelt before you lapping hungrily at your cunt, groaning and grunting soft noises of approval at how rich you tasted; at how hard you made him. He could've sworn, if there were some God, then he put all his power into making you and your pussy divine, because in all the whores he'd spent his coin on - you were heavenly. Was it your purity? Your virginity that made you so sweet that he practically sunk deeper, his shoulders dropping in delight as his tongue worked on focusing on your clit; giving you the attention any future queen deserved. You couldn't contain yourself, your cunt becoming nothing but a bundle of excited nerves and without haste, your hand and fingers entangled in the brown mess of hair on his head. Your cunt was unbearably sensitive, so much so that the urge to pull his head away was crossing your mind but his tongue flicked and lapped in a way that made you melt against the wall. His tongue moved in precision, with experiance as he continued to seep every stifled groan and whine from you, drinking it in like a fine wine that had been well preserved for years. Toby couldn't fathom how good you tasted, how good you were, a part of him seriously beginning to question whether this just be another one of his dreams. No, he was here, he was here and he was sucking on your clit so well that you could practically see stars.

His fingers twitched against your skin, eager to indulge a finger within your walls though hesitant to save the purity for his cock instead. He'd simply have to comply with your taste for now, with how wet and slick you already were, with how his saliva mixed perfectly with your own juices. This was better than anything he had done, this was better than taking a mans life. Toby's experiance with women were demonstrated well, especially with how well his tongue seemingly knew you already. He knew how to get your hips buckling, he knew how to steal that one moan that you were so desperately hiding from within the depths of your chest. With a hungry groan, he began to suckle softly on the plumpness of your clit, letting his lips envelope the flesh perfectly before releasing it with a little 'pop!' that echoed throughout the chapel. As each second ticked by, Toby explored every depth and crease of your cunt, leaving nothing dry and leaving your cunt nothing but an eager mess, throbbing and leaving it desperate to be touched. As much as his body was screaming at him to make you cum, he fought the urge and continued to play with you until you were nothing but a little trembling, whiny mess in the chapel of the church. Wie eine arme kleine maus.

The warmth of his tongue travelled in circles around your clit, suckling on it a moment before focusing his attention down your slit and lapping at the juices that were practically seeping out of you like an open wound. Each time his tongue came and grazed by your clit, you could feel your hips buck out in joy, aching for him to suckle away at your mound until you were practically riding his face and coming undone on his tongue. There were many times where he took the joy in your desperation, where there was a glint in his eye each time you pleaded down at him with a look of want. There was something about bringing you close, so close that he could feel your legs tremble, where he could hear your breath catch and he'll quickly abandon your cunt; leaving you to calm from your high. Your body ached for an orgasm you had never received and you were on the verge of seeing stars; he just had to push you or perhaps, he was just waiting for your signal. Something, anything and within a moment, he'd shove his cock into your tight little cunt and fuck you until you were nothing but a limp mess in his arms.

With a shake, one hand removed itself from his locks and slowly trailed down his face. Your fingers took time to appreciate the curve of his cheekbone, to feel the muscle in his temple, to tenderly touch his earlobe before taking his chin in your hands and forcing his head up to look at you. It was a signal, one that said nothing and everything all at the same time and Toby didn't want to waste time. His cock throbbed, fuck, it hurt in the restraints of his own breeches and he couldn't wait any longer than he had done already.

So, he wasted no time, standing and scooping you up in his arms until you were pressed firmly against the cold wall behind you. His own torso kept you pinned, his hands that once appreciatingly soaked in the tenderness of your thighs now digging deep and lifting your legs to expose your cunt further to him. Toby ensured he kept you right where he wanted you, horny and needy; with nowhere to run. He helped aid your legs around his waist, his hips grinding up against your own in desperation. While one of his hands busied itself with retrieving his cock out, he kept his nose buried in the crook of your neck, feeling the line of your collarbone and soaking in your scent as he freed his cock. If he could've; he would've been sweating already. Occasionally, his mouth would open, nipping at your skin and leaving hot, heavy kisses in its wake as he let his hand pump his shaft slowly; teasingly. The head of his cock was already coated in a wet sheen of precum and his fingers lovingly caressed the tip of his cock, coating his gloved fingers in his own juices before smearing it down the shaft of his cock. The motion was enough to make him grunt against your skin, leaving a hot and heavy breath in its wake. It wasn't like he needed to wet his cock for you because he knew how wet you already were, but Toby knew the experiance would be.. far from pleasant at first.

"You can still ss-stop m-me-" he uttered, like a part of him was actually hesitating because he knew how wrong this was. Honestly, you were in too deep to stop him and there was no denying how badly you ached for him. With a soft squeeze of encouragement on his shoulder, you could only whisper - afraid that some priest nearby would catch you both in the act.

"I can repent-" you choked out, your faith still being the top priority on the back of your mind. How, despite it all, despite losing your purity in God's house, nothing would make you lose your lack in faith. You could pray for forgiveness, you could go to the nunnery for some advice and worship until you were clean once more.

Then he chuckled, enough for it to echo once again and he shook his head. Toby didn't understand it, he didn't understand religion at all. Perhaps because these lands were foreign to him or maybe because God had done nothing for him, so why should he do anything in return? It was pathetic, a waste of time and the fact that you were so firm in believing honestly baffled him. It wasn't that he didn't want you to not be happy, no, it's just.. he didn't see the whole point in it all. Here you were, practically naked with your legs spread for him and you were still convinced that this 'Almighty God' would grant you.. what?

"I don't understand you, Hasenfürzchen.." he chuckled, his Germanic accent apparent with each word he spoke. All these names he called you and he had no idea what they meant, whether they were good, bad? You wanted to protest, to question what he had just remarked you as but before you could, he moved his hips and it was there he guided the head of his cock up to your swollen clit. He used the slickness of the wet combined on his cock and on your clit to gently rub soft, little circles on your mound, leaving you in a wiggly, groaning mess. Your hips bucked instinctively, eager for more touch but the sensitivity caused you to quickly withdraw away; your body battling for more but unable to handle it. With one hand giving his shoulder soft little squeezes, the other tangling in the locks of his brown hair - thankful that they had already grown back. Honestly, a part of you wasn't sure what to expect as you felt the head of his cock ghost the lips of your cunt, sending little shivers of bliss starting up your neck and trailing down your spine. Has being pure all these years been worth it? Now you were starting to question what the whole point was.. were you just saving yourself for somebody? Or had Toby just been that someone all along? You hated to think, you hated to let your mind wander but now it just made sense - that perhaps Toby were destined to be in your life, to be your knight. Now, suddenly, you were starting to doubt all traditions.

Despite your racing mind, it seemed his was empty - his body and choices being led by nothing but his cock as he slowly slid into your aching cunt. It was nothing compared to what he had fucked, it was enough to make him choke back a gasp, pressing his forehead against your collarbone as your walls hugged his cock eagerly. Your cunt was worth it all, the vows, being a knight, his patience, fuck right now, it was worth it all. He could barely control himself, your little whines of discomfort being muffled by the ecstasy he found himself in and slowly, his hips began to thrust upward into your own. Soft little beats, testing your worth essentially as he fucked your walls gently. It was a pain you had never felt before, not like a monthly pain, something else, just pure discomfort that made you bite back a soft hiss. Taking you here, now, in these holy walls; it encouraged him more than he could ever know and his kindness he shared for only a moment faded into nothing as he began to helplessly thrust up into you. Filling you all, stretching you out so that no other man could claim you for his own. Your purity, your virginity, gone before you could even protest to stop him - not that you wanted to. No, because now the pain began to mix wonderfully with how well he fucked your walls, his size and length alone hitting areas that had never been touched, leaving you with nothing but a clouded vision of lust.

Skin hit skin as he continued to smack his hips up into your own, your thighs rippling with each thrust as he grunted softly against your skin, revelling in how good you felt, savouring the taste you left on his tongue, appreciating every part of you until he had left nothing untouched.

The sound of wet, 'plap, plap, plap!' echoed throughout the chapel, his cocking becoming wet and sticky with your mess as he continued to bury himself within you. Nothing could disturb his thought process as he kept a secure grip on your thighs, his fingers deep enough to leave soft, subtle bruises on your skin. Toby loved the way his cock fit, he loved the way you took him, how your pussy seemed to grip around him desperately and how he fucked you full. His own lower torso rubbed against your clit, leaving you practically drooling for more as he focused on every part of you like you were some painting.

It was all getting too overwhelming for you though and Toby could sense this, he could see it in your flustered face, he could see how he was tipping you over the edge and his own selfish desires didn't want this to end - not yet. So, his pace slowed for a moment, taking the moment for his cock to slowly and appreciatingly stroke your insides. It sent you into a dizzy spiral and he pulled away from the crook of your neck for a moment to watch you, admiring how well you took him, falling in love hopelessly at how beautiful you looked under the light of the stained glass. It was a moment he never wanted to end and slowly, he helped guide your hips down onto your cock as he began to bounce you softly on his shaft. It felt criminal for this to feel so good, soft little moans of praise escaping your parted lips as you felt each vein of his cock stoke your wall, his tip poking and prodding you in ways that made your lower abdomen twist. Even if he slowed the pace, you were on the verge of reaching the height of your orgasm and Toby acted with haste. He couldn't deny you of an orgasm, even if he wanted the moment to last - so he'll just make you cum. It won't stop him from fucking you until you couldn't walk.

Though just as you felt your back begin to arch, he used his strength to peel you off the wall and it was there, he held you in his arms before stepping out from beside the pews and stepping toward the stone slab within the chapel. The slab that held the cross. You knew what he was doing, you knew what kind of sick, twisted game he was playing at and you could see the glint of mischief in his eye as he sprawled you out onto the slab beneath him, leaning back for a moment to appreciate the view.

"You're beautiful," the knight uttered, moving one hand from your thigh to touch your nipple lovingly, soaking in the way it immediately perked to his attention. His words and the gruffness in his voice fuelled your desire, heightened your senses and as much as you hated to admit it, you were falling so deeply in love with this man. This.. criminal, murderer. Oh, what a sinner you are and how much you found yourself enjoying it. Slowly, his hips began to thrust again, sending your body to jerk with each move as he continued to fuck you relentlessly against the cold slab of stone. Each thrust sent your tits bouncing, his mouth hung agape as he watched with joy at the scene below him. In this moment, you looked nothing like royalty but more like a common whore. Of course, he'd never say that to you and of course, you were not a common whore - you were something else and verdammt you felt amazing.

This time, Toby was unforgiving in his thrusts and the way he fucked you, one hand on your hip as the other slithered to your neck. His cock fucked you with ease, slick with your wet that allowed it to glide with no difficulty. His fingers squeezed gingerly on your neck, restricting your air flow for just a moment before he released, allowing you to gasp for breath. There was something sinister in the touch, something that was more than trying to arouse you.

Your own fingernails dug into the skin of his wrist as he continued to pound into you with relentless mercy, feeling every nerve in your body tingle at the way he fucked you. Your whole body rocked in rhythm to his thrusts and as you felt your mind become nothing but a haze, you reached out in desperation to grab onto anything. The corner of the stone slab, his wrist and finally, your fingers grazed the cross above you. Your fingers wrapped around the wooden shaft of the cross, holding onto it for life. Only, the motion of Toby's unforgiving thrusts made you lose grip and it was there, the wooden cross slipped from your grasp and fell onto the floor with a loud clatter. The noise made him freeze and rightfully, you froze too - the air filled with nothing but soft little gasps of air as Toby took a moment to crane his head over his shoulder. He eyed the wooden door suspiciously and slowly, you leant up on your elbows to peek a view too; heart racing in anxiety as you nibbled on some skin on the bottom of your lip.

It seemed Toby's trained ears caught something you had not because in one quick move, he lifted you and hauled you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, legs around his hips as he quickly ushered the both of you away from the slab and into the darkness of a doorway not far. It was right at the back of the church and was prominently the doorway to reach the bell tower, the same bell that always annoyingly woke him up far too early for his liking. The darkness hid you both well as Toby pinned you back to the wall, letting his ears be his eyes for a moment as he clamped a hand firmly over your mouth. You could feel your heart in your throat and his cock throbbed, along with your own cunt at the risk of this all. You daren't admit it, but this whole situation only aroused you more.

Before you could even exchange a questioning glance toward Toby, the doors of the church opened with a creak and your whole body stiffened. This is it, somebody was going to catch the two of you, Toby would be beheaded, hung! You would have to beg for forgiveness, your father might never crown you and now you were panicking in his arms, becoming a sweaty mess as you tried to compose your breathing; which was hard with Toby's hand securely over your mouth. You wanted to reach out and tug the collar of his linen shirt but honestly? You were too frightened.

"Is there anyone here?" A voice called out, sending prickles down your skin as Toby could only grin. This was too fun and he wasn't sure why you were so afraid. It was probably just a priest, then again; at times they made him uncomfortable too. The being hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, his soft steps echoing in the church as he approached the slab and bent over with a soft grunt to pick up the cross, placing it back atop the stone with delicacy. There was a beat of silence as the priest glanced around before mumbling something to himself and turning on his heel to leave. You wanted to breath a soft breathe of relief at the sound of him leaving before more footsteps approached. Now Toby's smug grin disappeared, his face twisting into annoyance as a conversation between two priests erupted within the church's walls. Frankly, he had no time for this and the throbbing in his cock was becoming increasingly painful as he took a moment to lean down beside your ear.

"Be quiet, mm?" he whispered, his breath hot and it was there his hips continued to thrust up into you again. He was cautious to be quiet and slow, yet still ensuring he was at a good enough pace to satisfy his hunger as you felt your throat run dry. Just when you thought the whole thing was bad enough, it just about gets worse.

Your fingers wrapped around the linen of his collar as you tugged helplessly on his clothing, trying so hard to squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to deafen yourself from suddenly moaning or gasping out. This was torture, a whole other kind of torture you had not yet discovered and you were falling deeper and deeper in love with the risk of it all. It brought life to your boring, endless days of stitching, cooking and dancing. Despite the shakiness in your legs, you squeezed his hips and pulled him closer, feeling yourself grind up against his torso again for that sweet touch on your aching clit. The conversation that happened mere inches away from the both of you seemed to drown out as you suddenly reached a height you had never felt before, your entire body seizing for a moment as your hips bucked at each shock of your orgasm that rattled your frame. Your cunt squeezed his cock with each vibration of pleasure, making it hard for Toby himself to swallow back his grunts as he nestled one final thrust into your frame. His hot seed spilled within you, his cock twitching in pleasure as you both took a moment to calm from the high. Your whole face felt red, your body sweaty as you lids suddenly become heavy with sleep.

The knight nestled a few final thrusts into your core, relishing in the way your cunt wrapped around him and finally, his body stilled - though keeping you pinned as he sucked in some breaths through the gaps of his teeth. Your pussy was so warm and he hated the idea of having to pull himself out, so he remained buried within you, taking a moment to press his nose back against your collarbone to smell your sweet scent. Was this lavender? Either way, it drove him crazy.

Soon enough, the priests dispersed and left the church, leaving the two of you alone once again. Despite the ache in his scrotum, Toby finally pulled his cock out with a little shiver and slowly, he set you down back onto the floor; though you had to hold onto the wall for support as the tremble in your legs remained. You took a moment to make yourself look half decent, brushing out the creases in your dress, hiding your tits back beneath the wool of your clothing (much to Toby's displeasure.) Of course, Toby did the same, pushing his semi-hard cock back into his breeches before pushing some hair back away from his eyes, almost casually as if he had no idea of the events that had just unfolded between the two of you. The tension and air was thick with awkwardness, a silence becoming deafening between the two of you until he finally shifted out from the shadows of the doorway to step back into the light of the stained glass. Cautiously, you eyed him as he glanced up out the window for a moment before turning to you.

"I'll leave you to repent, My Lady," he motioned a gloved hand to the cross, that was now back on the slab of stone; almost as if it were untouched. "Don't forgot of our.. arrangements later." Then with a curt nod of his head, a little bow with his hand to his heart, he turned and stepped down the hall of the church, passing each pew with a sense of pride in his step.

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v-arbellanaris · 4 months ago

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"waow i agree except for all those people who miss being called a dirty knife ear in game" i am one of those people!!! i wish someone had called me a fereldan dog lord or a knife ear or a spellbind or a maleficar or SOMETHING because none of those slurs MEAN ANYTHING outside of dragon age! it would mean this was an intentional allegory to real life racism being made ON PURPOSE to get you to think and explore (since so many of you have the media literacy of a six year old at the age of 25+) Complex Themes and Ideas around politics and systemic oppression and fascism.

i also get called slurs in real life. often. i've had bricks thrown at me, i've had people threatening to rape me as they drive by. i've been stalked, i've been harassed - at school, in the workplace, on public transport - i've been microaggressed, ive been denied opportunities at work for the colour of my skin, for my religion. i experience REAL LIFE systemic oppression. and i can tell you these two situations - being called a slur in a video game and being called a slur in real life are not even remotely the same things, nor do they evoke the same emotions in me.

portrayals of fantasy racism do not make me uncomfortable - the word "knife-ear" and "spellbind" mean literally NOTHING outside of the context of dragon age. if they do make you uncomfortable, especially as a white person, maybe you should try and interrogate why you're perfectly fine with the game pretending racism against you as a player character doesn't exist, but its perfectly fine to double down on the racist and islamophobic portrayal of the qun as a mindless borg entity that you can just slaughter en masse without really thinking about it. and why you, in fact, feel like there's suddenly no racism in veilguard because suddenly you don't experience it or perceive it.

#why do i need to explain this using more words. you guys piss me off fr.

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gh0st-t0wn3 · 1 year ago

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I finally had time to make proper designs for the Trio!

Redson: Ver 1

Ver 2

I couldn't decide on if I liked it better with the braids or not so I just posted both, but anyways!

I gotta admit, I used to not like the idea of redson having Bull features (except for a small pair of horn maybe) but the concept really grew on me and now I really love it and wanted to try making my own design and I'm really proud with how it turned out.

I would've added more scars, since Guanyins throne pierced his entire body, but there came a point where it just looked like there was too much going on so I had to get rid of a few scars to tone it down, so we're just gonna say they faded over time, okay? Okay.

I also made him Miao (one of the largest ethnic minorities in southwest China) on PIF's side, and Mongolian on DBK's.

The Miao ethnicity of China has a long history, rich culture, and an ancient folk religion. Adorned in beautiful traditional clothes, possessing natural talent for singing and dancing, they live in uniquely designed indigenous architecture, which I think fits perfectly with how I imagined Princess Iron Fan and with her; Redson.

As for DBK being Mongolian, I saw someone else talking about this headcanon and I just liked it so I decided to use it, I don't really have a specific reason for it, I just thought it fit, not sure why though, it's just one of those things that makes sense even if you don't know why, you know?

Mei:

I made her taller and gave her a long dragon tail (like really long, it drags along the floor if she's not holding it up), though her scales are pretty much everywhere across her body they're most noticeable on her shoulders, thighs, and face (they're a bit hard to see in this photo because they're kinda hidden behind her hair, but I did give her scales beside her eyes)

I also gave her horns these little spiral designs around them, gave her sharper nails, and designed her ears to look like coral, since she's a water dragon and I thought they looked cool.

Honestly idk what else to say about her design, I didn't have anything specific in mind when designing her, I kinda just had to wing it, but I'm happy with how it turned out :)

(I also made her Bengali, on her dad's side, but it's not really important or has any reason behind it, just a headcanon I've had for a while, don't know where it came from though)

MK:

Alot of people have speculated that the monkey form we see during the fight against Azure in season 4 isn't MK's full form yet, that we're just seeing a fraction of what he's yet to become, based on the fact that while he has the weird side burns, the tail and the face marking, he also lacks a natural skin tone, they didn't give him a proper nose etc, so I wanted to play with the idea.

I decided to make him this strange mix between human and monkey, leaving him pretty much human with the addition of his tail(s), and weird li'l monkey feet.

(I was also gonna give MK more arm/leg hair, it was in my first sketch, but I forgot to add them when I was doing the line art and didn't realize until after I saved it as a jpeg, so that's my bad, but I'm gonna add it in to any other art I make)

It's also a bit hard to see in this, but I designed his staff with more details, specifically adding dragon-esque imagery to the Golden ends, this is because (for anyone who's new to the fandom/hasn't read JTTW) Wukong's staff was originally one of the several pillars that held up the sea in the dragon palace, until he stole it and shrunk it down to use as his weapon.

I also did MK's clones :)

Porty MK:

I gave him stripes of coloured hair and gave his tails all different colours, though I don't think he would actually dye it, instead I like to think that he would use that really crappy dollar store spray in hair dye (or hair chalk). I kept the fishnet clothes that I added in my originally design of him for my headcanons post, and decided to give him striped elbow length fingerless gloves.

I also gave him a cropped shirt, ripped shorts and these weird fingerless glove-esque shoes for convenience, since regular shows seem like they would be uncomfortable.

Edit: my dumbass forgot Porty's stupid print jacket 😭

Artist MK:

For Artist MK I gave him overalls and a jacket over it, which he wears specifically for when he's doing paintings so he doesn't ruin too many of his actual clothes (I know I said that this was inspod by Circusapple, which it still is, but this is almost exactly what I wear when I'm painting too, just in different colours).

I also gave him those gloves that digital artists wear so they're hands don't accidently trigger something on the screen because everyone knows that every artist just walks around with their art glove on even when it's not necessary.

Delivery MK:

I have to admit, I was never a big fan of MK's work uniform just being his regular clothes with a work jacket thrown over it so I wanted to try and make him look a little more professional and decided to instead give him a chef coat (similar to the one Pigsy wears on the show as well), with a logo for the restaurant on the chest, along with it I gave him plain black pants, since casual red jeans didn't seem very professional (I know he's just a delivery person, but if you were to look at pretty much any food corporation, even people who do deliveries have to wear uniform, so it's always been kinda strange to me that he's just in regular clothes).

The shoes were harder to make professional given the whole "half-monkey" thing so I opted to give him the same strange fingerless glove-esque shoes for comfort and convenience, but made them plain black as well.

#lego monkie kid #fanart #lego monkie kid red son #monkie kid red son #lego monkey kid fanart #red son #lego monkie kid mk #lmk spicynoodles #lmk mk #hong hai'er #lmk mei #lego monkie kid mei #monkie kid mei #long xiaojiao #qi xiaotian

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punkpandapatrixk · 3 months ago

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Full Worm Moon in Virgo ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

Behold—the last Full Moon of the aenergetic year 2024🥎🎲🍑The Full Worm Moon in Virgo on 14 March enters the axis of 'love and sacrifice' (Virgo) and 'self-undoing' (Pisces). It's also a total lunar eclipse! It's also accompanied by Uranus transiting Taurus, which has been shouting to me: FOOD🍡FOOD🍭FOOD🍢

Virgo being the ruler of the 6H actually talks a lot about our relationship with food and how that affects our sense of body image. Since it's ruled by Mercury—the planet of short-term thinking—there's something in the air with this FM that nudges us to rethink our eating and exercising habits. You may inexplicably, or intuitively, feel an urge towards moving your body more, eating more cleanly or lightly, or even meditating and resting more🧘‍♀️

Virgo is also a sign that's all about Mortal Femininity (I dunno if that's a good enough term to describe the opposite of Divine Femininity (Pisces)) so this Full Moon also carries a theme revolving our girlhood👒Some of us may be experiencing a pull towards nostalgia what would in turn help us redefine our sense of girlhood outside of what the patriarchy has defined for us🤢In turn, feeling more comfortable in our own expression of the Self.

'Can't a pretty girl be cringe in peace?!'🤣

This FM in Virgo as the true last Full Moon of the 2024 aenergetic year is inviting us to prepare our bodies and minds for a healthy, productive and abundant aenergetic year of 2025!🍾Take care of your body in all of its feminine glory. Return to a feeling of being 'safe in your own skin' as a liberated being💐

With this Mercury aenergy—Virgo’s ruling planet—affirm to yourself:

I THINK, THEREFORE, I AM. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱‧₊˚

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Pile 1 – First of All, My God, I Come First

redefining my girlhood – VI The Lovers Rx

Yo, in your case, I feel it was your 'immediate environment' or 'family members' who gave you a distorted view of what your girlhood was allowed to be. Maybe you grew up in a culture where women are very much oppressed, suppressed, or perhaps it was something to do with religion™️. Some of you may have allowed those views to rule over your mind but deep down, being the intelligent one that you are, you always knew you wanted, and are meant for, more! There was always a rebel inside who thought up more colours and expressions than what was allowed...💖

At any rate, I see that you've fought for the liberation of your mind, for the most part. Your Destiny is changing, babe. The script is flippin' is what's going on. Maybe you're at an age near your First Saturn Return, in it, or just about to get out of it. You've begun to get really clear about what your girlhood is supposed to look like and you're going to prioritise your own aesthetics, ideas and career choices! Some of you may resonate with getting clearer about what you want out of marriage as well~🎎

Or, getting really clear that you don't want to be married~🎈

self-empathy – 3 of Cups Rx

That being said, this FM seems to also be inviting you to cut off people whose influences aren't serving your highest good. If not 'cut off' at least limit your interactions with them. This seems to apply to social media content and the kinds of information you consume both online and offline, too. Any substance, mindset, way of thinking, idea, or logic that doesn't serve your feeling authentic and 'safe in your own skin and mind' needs to be limited, to such a degree that it can eventually be eliminated from your Reality✂️

Sooner than later, you'll see just how much you've developed a courage to be happy just by yourself. This FM will culminate an awareness deep within your psyche of just how important it is to have the ability to enjoy your own company, first and foremost, in your small globule of inner world; to feel happy and content with oneself, at least for the time being, before you are reunited with your Soul Tribe🪆Everybody always meets their Soul Tribe in the end~✨

service to the One and All – 4 of Pentacles Rx

Moving forward, I see that you're going to feel financially more abundant as well. From this elevated sense of freedom and self-love, you're going to share in good times with people who are actually good for you. People who do actually wish well for you, for whom you feel the same. Even some of you who really don't have anybody about you will feel a greater sense of being OK in your 'internet friendships', if you have them✒️

Generally speaking, there is a lot of 'beautification' going on in your mind with this Full Worm Moon in Virgo. As a result of that, I see you moving into Spring Equinox with a lighter heart and more faith in your future trajectory. Some of you may not be all too sure yet what this year is meant to bring to your doorstep, but you don't really care—you're just glad that right now, things are really lighter, easier and sweeter💕

full moon self-care🔻🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘

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Pile 2 – I've Fought for My Place, My Peace

redefining my girlhood – 10 of Wands Rx

Girlhood to you was always marred by a sense of being responsible for everybody's wellbeing and still responsible when things go wrong. You may have gotten blamed for everything or maybe you saw a mother, sister or every other woman in your society get blamed for even men's misconducts simply because they're female. This either caused you to develop hyper-caution or you became very angry about the mistreatment of women but couldn't necessarily do anything about it👿

This Full Worm Moon in Virgo is inviting you to either rebel against this bullshite, or if you were already doing it nevertheless, this FM is strengthening your resolve for rebellion. This could translate into you finally leaving a situation for good, leaving some losers to learn and be responsible for themselves. This could also translate as you stopping making an effort to fix a situation for someone else. Basically, the whole summary is that you're gaining a new perspective on what you're worth as a Human being yourself🫀

This then helps you realise that you're actually SO capable of creating a paradise of your own~🌈

self-empathy – 6 of Swords Rx

And so, that's what you've decided to focus upon instead of helping putting out fires in other people's lives. When you finally leave that situation or person, I see you leaving with such a glad heart! You know that where you are headed is going to be so much better, so you have no qualms whatsoever. If anything, I believe that deep within you're thinking: 'I'm fighting for my place, my peace, so I'm staying right on track!' This could speak of the track towards your better, brighter, lighter future🔥

But for some of you who have actually made this move, I see that some disturbances from the past could be revisiting you, maybe asking for help whatsoever, and so this could speak of 'staying on track' of living a separate Reality from them. 'I've fought for this liberation. I'm staying with my decision!' Though leaving/ignoring what may have felt important can be painful, you know you love yourself too much to go back to what was choking you out of oxygen🐢

service to the One and All – 10 of Cups

Maybe some of you reading this already have children of your own, but even if not, I get that you're thinking about the future of your unborn children, too. You've fought this hard, this much, for your place and peace in the world because you want to create a paradise for your children, too. Seems like you knew that your previous situation/environment wouldn't be good in the long run for yourself or your children. And if you haven't got a child now, you've surely thought about their future, when you have them in the future🦘

Your Spirit is one that urges you to become a good parent, a good spouse, too. Were you aware of this? There was always this toxicity that you simply did not wish to pass down your bloodline. Your heart really is noble and full of self-sacrifice; but that's exactly why you should be selective with who you consider worthy of those sacrifices🦜You really are a warrior of Love~🌛And for that alone, know that your happy-ever-after is ALREADY here aenergetically~ Bask in this frequency!💖

full moon self-care🔻🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘

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Pile 3 – 'I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.'

redefining my girlhood – 8 of Cups

If this is your main pile, out of the others, you're probably just about to embark on a spiritual journey of your own. There is 'travel' or 'moving away' into the unknown indicated here, but this could translate as either you 'spiritually moving' to studying something new or you could be moving to a different geographical location to study in a whole new environment. At any rate, you're changing landscapes whether tangibly or intangibly🖼

This has most likely been a rumination of yours for months on end at this point. You've been wanting a change of scenery, you've been craving for a higher sense of sweetness or excitement to Life itself. You've been bored to death. There's nothing emotionally satisfying anymore in your current Reality or environment. Something, anything, needs to change🥽

And this Full Worm Moon in Virgo is sending you intuitive guidance as to what small steps you can take to changing your landscape...🎨

self-empathy – 4 of Cups Rx

You're most likely the type of person who's afraid of the known... Have you noticed that? While most other human beings fear the unknown, you fear predictability, and in a stranger manner still, you dread the idea of 'knowing' that all you've ever wanted is within reach. Some of you may unknowingly (pun intended) have been delaying your own manifestations because you're still 'comfortably' swimming in uncertainty...🏊‍♀️

'Because the unknown is what’s exciting. Keep me guessing, bitch,' you say to the Universe🎰

Much of Life's recent chaos has got you mastering navigating Life with so much uncertainty that now you can only feel 'comfortable' when things are chaos and unpredictable. The moment you feel like Life's kind again, the moment you think you've got the next step figured out, you begin to panic internally🌰Cold sweats, maybe.

service to the One and All – 6 of Cups

When you were growing up, you probably faced many instances where you felt like your whole society was judging you, condescending you about every little thing that you liked or were into. All of your hobbies or interests were denied or frowned upon by most everybody. Do you realise how this caused your brains to develop a penchant for running away from what's meant for you? In some ways I guess we call this 'self-sabotage'🧘‍♀️

This Full Worm Moon in Virgo is inviting you to rewire your brains—realise now that you're so much bigger and freer than how it was when you were (probably) really, really small and helpless. Now, you've got the mental power to select and decide what you want to have in your Reality. What's meant to be there, let it stay and enjoy yourself~🎠No more running away from what you like just to fit society's boring, drab selections.

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lancedoncrimsonwings · 2 months ago

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Get to know your mutuals Game

Oooohh thank you for the tag @holy3cake

No pressure tagging @gwalch-mei @beginning-writer + OPEN TAG FOR ALL to answer these 27 random questions, I'll put a blank version in the comments!

What's the origin of your blog title?

Originally, "OnCrimsonWings" is my Ao3 username, which was a poetic kinda reference to Dante from Devil May Cry because his demon form has red wings. When I made this blog I knew I wanted it to include a reference to Lancelot/The Weeping Monk, so I just added "Lanced" to the Ao3 name.

It works on so many levels- as I also like winged Whumpees as a trope in general, and the name to me brings an image of a winged creature or person pinned by something sharp through the wing. It also works more as a poetic angel metaphor for Lancelot, as he's referred to as a dark/avenging angel in the role he's been molded into by the Church in Cursed, a role which is ultimately his downfall, like a fallen angel with crimson, or bloodied wings...

OTP(s) + Their shipname;

Lancewain; Lancelot (The Weeping Monk) x Gawain (The Green Knight) from Cursed

Melvik; Mel x Viktor from Arcane (also Jayvik; Jayce x Viktor, and Meljayvik; Mel x Jayce x Viktor)

Zaundads/Vanco; Vander x Silco from Arcane

BuckyNat/WinterWidow; Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) x Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) Marvel

Gwaenyra (Gwayne x Rhaenyra; House of the Dragon)

Colonel Everett Young x Dr. Nicholas Rush; Stargate Universe - I actually never really saw a shipname for these guys or I've forgotten it if I did know one

There's a bunch of others but that will do for now lmao

Favourite colour?

Purple!

Favourite game/s?

The Witcher 3, Skyrim, currently enjoying Monster Hunter, though the thing I have most hours in might actually be Fall Guys...

What song is currently stuck in your head?

In Maidjan by Heilung, I'm excited to see them live again soon!

Weirdest habit/trait?

I sit like a goblin in any and all chairs. (Except for when I'm physically tattooing, or in a formal meeting. Otherwise? If there is a chair I will be perched on it like a bisexual ass Goblin 100% of the time).

Uhhh and I can bend the first knuckle (closest to the fingertips) on my fingers whilst keeping the second/middle knuckles perfectly straight/locked.

Hobbies:

Playing piano, making cosplays, making chainmail, listening to music, playing D&D, keeping snakes and also doing Archery, as of late!

If you work, what's your profession?

Tattooing- for the next two weeks anyway. I also volunteer at my local zoo and do commission pet portraits!

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically?

Tattooing but at a studio with a working toilet, repaired roof and decent non falling apart floors, where I am NOT the sole member of the studio 😂

Otherwise, doing something arty like making things or running my small buisness full time. Or if all goes well with this insane Uni plan I have, then working with snakes in some way shape or form. Not sure how, yet but. I dunno, it might be cool.

Something you're good at:

I'm a really creative person and I come up with a lot of really cool ideas!

Something you're bad at:

Maths, I mean I just struggle with numbers in general. And telling my left from right 😂

Something you love:

Daniel Sharman. I mean. Look at him man's stunning

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

Snakes! And I did that when I took the snakes in to Scouts and taught them about snakes with not much prep time at all 😂

Something you hate:

People trying to control other people or put their views on them. (Eg. Very religious people that try and force you to believe their religion. Or Antis that hate on a fictional trope or ship or theme and think no one is allowed to read or write it. That sort of thing)

Something you collect:

Books! I have several hundered, at this point, and that's after having to bin about 300 due to severe damp in a previous house.

Something you forget:

I dunno. I forgot

What's your love language?

Giving gifts, I think, but I also like touching/leaning on people who I love (only when my skin doesn't feel bruised, which is basically always, and honestly most of the time I'm touch averse lmao). I'm not really sure.

Favourite movie/show:

Movie; Labyrinth, Lost Boys, Avatar I & Avatar II: the way of water, LOTR Trilogy

Show; Arcane, The Witcher and Cursed

Favourite food:

I really like homemade stew and mash, but I can't make it (thanks fatigue) so I haven't actually had it in years. I love roasties (roasted potatoes) with copious amounts of butter on.

Favourite animal:

Snakes! Specifically I love Dumeril's Boas, Madagascan Ground Boas- and have one of each myself- and I have a soft spot for Boelen's Pythons and European Adders!

What were you like as a child?

Always daydreaming in my own little world, shy, but also I had anger issues at the age of 4... so a bit of a shitbag lmao.

Favourite subject at school?

Art or Science, though I also liked music!

Least favourite subject:

Maths. I always used to get yelled at for refusing to do homework, and for drawing in my book and putting my headphones in to listen to music. (It was actually helping me focus, but the fact I had ADHD was completely missed so I just got yelled at for it. I still got a B in my GCSEs though so fuck em!)

What's your best character trait?

I'm incredibly organised (because if I wasn't my life would be an absolute shambles as my memory is shit), and I'm very good at problem solving! If character trait more means "personality" then it would probably be that I am a very caring person.

What's your worst character trait?

I can be very stubborn and headstrong paired with the fact I am a control freak and like things organised, then that tends to frustrate both the people around me and myself...

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

I'd cure my disabilities. Just so I could continue tattooing and take on the studio- or just open my own elsewhere, or I'd go get a career out in the field with snakes and not have to worry about fatigue, collapse, pain or dietary issues wherever I went!

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

Chester Bennington, 100%. I miss him. It's one of the biggest regrets of my life that I was meant to go and see him live on that final tour and I couldn't afford the tickets thanks to an unexpected bill. He was, and still is my hero.

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bithcisweartogod · 5 months ago

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something something possible symbolism of the characters’ assigned chess pieces

i’m not that big of a chess player though, so if you are and have something to add/correct PLEASE DO 🙏🏻

xia fei - a pawn. most commonly met as a metaphor to a person who’s being used by others. but if we consider the pawn’s importance in the game of chess, they’re far from weak. pawns remind us not to underestimate those who wield less power. after all, if the pawn manages to reach the end of the chess board, it can turn into any chess piece, even a queen. and honestly that really correlates with my perception of him so far. xia fei seems way less threatening than vein and liu xiao, but i think he has his own motivation to be with them, and this image of a nice cool popular guy might be helping him in his pursuit. no one expects anything dangerous from him. maybe they should.

lu guang - the knight. knights are unpredictable. they’re the only chess pieces that move in an L-shape, even the queen can’t do that. because of their small range of movement, they have to be thoughtful and tactical. they are not limited by colour. knights are also the only ones who can pose a threat to the queen without putting themselves at risk. all this adds up with lu guang’s character so perfectly. he’s literally a walking unpredictable mystery. his own power is limited - he can only see 12 hours into a picture. he’s tactical and calculating, he quite literally writes down all his steps. he’s quick to come up with new ideas and thinks several steps ahead, like when he put a phone in cheng xiaoshi’s pocket to make a photo of vivian. [lu guang’s also a convincing actor, as it was noted by cheng xiaoshi, so i’d assume he’s good at lying and (reaching omg) maybe he’d even be able to control his heartbeat 🤭]

cheng xiaoshi and vein - the rooks. brute force. they move in a straight line, forward and backward and are not limited by colour. they are the second strongest piece after the queen, but they are way more predictable than knights and bishops. and yeah, that does sound like cheng xiaoshi. in times of danger he acts really quickly - jumping in front of lu guang to shield him from a bullet, or how he acted in that fight with liu min. he’s quick, and sometimes marches forward without thinking. his power is so influential that it is even desirable by others - remember how li tianchen wanted to “try it” for himself. i’d assume vein to be somewhat the same. we see that he also isn’t the type to try and escape a fight, the exact opposite. and if cheng xiaoshi’s goal seems to be more defensive - protecting those he loves, then vein is (seems to be for now at least) full on offence. bold, brutal, unrelenting, moving forward and getting rid of those who stand on his way. liu xiao - the bishop. they own the diagonal lines. they also have to create strategies and need other chess pieces to protect them. they can only move on one colour though, so in that aspect they’re limited. but as the board gets emptier their power grows - they can move a long distance. that’s also how i see liu xiao so far. “mastermind stays in the dark” and all that, he prefers to have others work for him than perform the actions himself. he’s quite young and i’d think he’s generally weaker than vein and maybe even cheng xiaoshi, but he’s dangerous. he pulls the strings and no matter how strong you are, if you’re not careful - you’ll get roped into his game. one more interesting thing about the bishop is the motif of belief and religion which is, well, in the name - we see it played out in liu xiao’s trailer as well.

but the board isn’t complete. we’re missing the queen and the king. just a theory, but i’d assume the beautiful mystery lady to be the queen. in the ending her eyes SHINE just like lu guang’s, so i think she also is an ability user. and if that’s true then well…her eyes shine yellow…looks familiar…haha..;; the queen is the most powerful chess piece, moving in all directions, on all colours. so i’m really looking forward to seeing her enter the game

and the king - if i continue to theorise, i’d say it would be cheng weimin. the king’s range of movement is small - yet he’s the single most important piece on the board. and i’m sorry but if we look at this official art (oh god tumblr wtf what’s up with the quality) then we can see a black king (and i’d assume it’s a king, they’re characteristic of having a cross on top, right??) lying defeated…i’d guess papa cheng isn’t coming home :(

also while i was reading about chess and stuff, i found that bishops and knights are worth roughly the same, though the bishops are considered more powerful. if that matters at all, i’d interpret that as liu xiao and lu guang both being incredibly smart and good at creating strategies, yet liu xiao’s network of connection and influence outweigh lu guang’s. but maybe that’s also why there are several moments that point out liu xiao’s interest in him - maybe he’d think he met an equal.

#link click #时光代理人 #shiguang daili ren #lu guang #cheng xiaoshi #liu xiao #xia fei #vein #long post #ramblings ramblings

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coquettesophia · 3 months ago

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I was feeling bored so for you @joydoesathing fans who wanna join the joy-verse by making a genderbend oc here's my lil (unofficial) guide (?)

This is just how I made my characters (The gender bend Taylor Family) so this guide is unofficial, I'm willing to take any tips and tricks!

Disclaimer: this post is going to just mainly assume you don't already have an og tnmn oc from the original game, this is making a 'genderbend' character fully from scratch and when I have the time I will most likely post abt how to genderbend an already existing oc u have.

1. Pick a gender

Considering the game takes place in 1955, it's common for people to either just go by male or female but your oc's gender/pronouns are completely up to you! This is probably way easier for those people who are just gender bending an already existing TNMN oc they have from the og game.

2. Decide on a nationality

Picking a nationality for your characters is important because that can help you form other aspects of your character such as religion, behaviour and even their name. Most of the characters in Joy's au grew up in America but have originated from somewhere else (e.g; The Sverchzt twins being Russian but living in California (before the apartment))

3a. Come up with a (simplified) backstory

Coming up with a backstory can help contribute to a characters personality and behaviour, your first draft of your backstory doesn't have to be super detailed like a Taylor Swift fountain pen song (iykyk). Just keep it simple for now. Questions I like to think about first are:

1. What is your character's family like? (Family are one of the main things that can influence someone's behaviour)

2. Did they face/suffer any kind of abuse? Whether physically, mentally or emotionally (Take Frances and her abusive parents for example, because of the strict boundaries she received, when she finally found 'freedom' it changed a major aspect of her life) was your character bullied or teased at school?

3. What's their financial situation like? Did your character grow up in poverty or were they privileged? How's their financial situation now compared to when they were younger?

3b. Decide on a personality

Deciding on a personality is one of the most important parts of making a character! One of the things I do to help me decide a characters personality is deciding on their MBTI type (explained below)

The first thing I like to decide on an oc's personality is whether or not they are introverted or Extraverted, then I build off of that.

4. Decide on an appearance

You're probably wondering why I made this the fourth step, but for me personally, deciding on a personality/nationality/backstory is what helps me start on the designs for my characters :D! What I notice about Joy's au is that the characters appearances match their personality whilst still representing their original counterpart. For those who are a bit stuck, here's some questions that can help your character design

1. What's their hair length?

2. Do they have freckles? Birthmarks? Scars?

3. What colour are their eyes (random question ik but this question helps me)

4. What's their clothing style (keep in mind the game takes place in the 50s and fashion was different back then)

5. In case you haven't yet, decide on a name.

You're probably wondering why I left this last, and that's because sometimes you don't know what you want to name your oc if you don't already have a basic base of their character. Their name may have already came to you, but that doesn't mean it would happen to everyone else. What I like to do when I can't decide on a name is I go on Pinterest and search up name ideas.

6. Decide on a Job/occupation

There's four ways I look at this

1. Student

If your characters a student, you also gotta consider stuff such as

How are their grades?

Do they find it easy to make friends?

Are their teachers nice to them?

2. Employed

If your character is employed, I usually like to match my characters' jobs to their personality! If your character is good with kids, try make them a teacher, if they can cook/bake rlly good, make them a chef/baker! If they have good leadership skills, make them a boss! It's all up to you :D

3. Housepartner/retired

Uh the name kinda sums it up, but here are some questions to help you out :3

-Do they like staying at home all day?

-How often do they go out? Whether it's to socialise or just to get groceries?

- What do they do around the house most of the time?

4. Agnes /j

Criminal, to sum it up. I don't have any experience in this field so uhhh just search it up....

Things to look out for

- Keep in mind the game still takes place in the 1955s. Things were different back then, r@cism and s3xism were still quite common, so your oc may or may not be affected by it (e.g; Wilma being discriminated for wanting to have a scientific career because she was a woman and the Glenn having to 'stay in line' at work because he knew some people would find any excuse to get him fired/demoted due to his race.)

- Do research. Trust me, it will help. Did your character fight in WW1 or WW2? Was your character Japanese and sent to an internment camp? Was your character bullied as a child for only having one parental figure (shout-out to you Anatolii you're my 2nd fav GB TMMN character)

- again, it was the FIFTIES, fashion was different than it was today. Try doing some research to help you out, I use Pinterest.

- ALSO KEEP IN MIND THERE ARE HUMAN EATING (?) DOPPELGANGERS YALL-

#Soph #tnmn #tnmn genderbend au

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acidblum · 5 months ago

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— Яitual ²

Rockstar!Ellie Williams x Vampire!Reader (w/c: 2.5k)

DO NOT BUY TLOU

AO3 PART ¹/SERIES MAS.

⚠︎ WARNINGS +18 MINORS/MEN DNI, blood consumption, angst (kinda), mentions of infidelity, backstory chapter in a way, less dialogue, less ellie, vampire!abby anderson, references, sex, death, weapons, mentions of religion no mentions of readers skin colour or hair texture.

ⓘ A/N: i’m so sorry pretty people the second part is coming out this late :(, luv yall pls enjoy and share with me your thoughts and ideas about our cuckoo gals<3 also if there's any warning i failed to mention tell me.

The two infamous covens, a divine picture drawn to the naked eye, a unity, somewhere you could belong-at least that’s what they told everyone when they preached their sermons. Although the consequences included losing your soul for a higher connection..some might claim it was worth it.

All the pain and all the agony started with Selene for Aaron questioned why she bit into the snake when she was asked to not give into the temptation by Kanchelsis—the god of the underworld. It wasn't the apple hanging high from up the tree she was after, she had her eyes set on the shimmering green snake, she smelled the blood and tasted the flesh before she even pierced her canines into the flailing reptile.

What everyone failed to know is that the highest mother was carrying a child when she started feeding on her mortal dutiful husband for he was the only one she was allowed to feed on—as demanded by kanchelsis. bringing forth the mankind of vampires and the formation of the first ever coven to go down in the books, The Ancients. They were and still are known for their reserved nature, never seeking or raising their children to be anything other than thankful and graceful with the humankind.

Selene’s pregnancy went as smooth as it could but it was naught without losses, it seemed that her feeding off of her husband wasn’t the safest option for she killed him whilst giving birth in a moment of utter fury, she sat in the water tub in total shock and distress whilst she was encouraged to push by her maker and the servants surrounding her thrashing body in a circle

Tears well up in her eyes “i cannot bear his child..orphaned, i beg of you my lord”

He ignores her pleas, focusing on the task at hand of making her deliver a healthy child. “Push my lady” squeezing her hand in his long clawed one, her agonizing scream reverberating off the walls of the chamber and into the dark night, awakening all types of demons and creatures alike.

“I can see this head! Come on push my highest mother! Push” the shrill cries of the fragile babe with the tiniest of canines for teeth can be heard by everyone in the chamber prompting them to sigh in relief including the mother who is drenched in sweat with red emerald tears streaming down her face.

and it flew right over their heads, the intensity this child could bring and what his uproar did. Elijah grew into the most rebellious vampire known all over the world, word got out that he is a wanted man for being the deadliest of the whole lineage. That's when the second and last coven was made, in the First Republic of France.

They call themselves the La Brumes, 10 vampires always gloating about their agility and power to vanish through thin air, facing no consequences whatsoever regarding their relation to the french revolution. Elijah made sure to be close to every nobility he could ever get to know including Louis XVI. It is heard around the streets of good ol France that Louis died at the hand of a creature that tore him apart and threw him all around his humble abode..in pieces might i add. And of course the servants and whoever found his pieces had to say that he was found dead in his bed.

He rebelled against his mother Selene and shunned her to a locked palace under an alias. putting her on trial simply for refusing his request to turn even more mortals into vampires around the world—talking all about the “tremendous power” it’ll give the covens. With the help of Kanchelsis, he ensured the highest and the mother of his kind doesn’t see the sun ever again. Stupid was he for he still yet has to face you.

𓃭

The candle lit room seemed to have seen better days, clothes and undergarments strewn all over the floor and around, where your naked form is laying on the lounge chair with nothing covering your lower intimate area but a light satin shawl.

Your observer for the day who is just as equally naked as you was your companion, or maybe lover? Not quite that..even though the both of you were really really close and she was one of the few people who managed to give you a bone thrashing orgasm. not to forget that the entanglements among the coven's members were a bit frowned upon by the higher ups—and all you replied with after making love to her was..fuck the higher ups, your coven or hers can suck it just how she does on a sunday morning.

“What ails your mind now? Do we need to go for a third round??” she questions, chuckling when you snort from your place with your arm under your head. “Now wouldn’t you love that Anderson?” you ask with a raised eyebrow.

You shrug “and let’s not get this twisted, I'm always the one that dominates you.”

she tuts with a sly smile etched on her cheeks “you read me like an open book mon cher” her brush cladded hand moving in calculated strokes against the canvas, focusing on painting your crimson glinting irises.

A smug look graces your face before you exclaim. “But we’re not lovers Abigail..remember?”

she shakes her head “And do you ever let me forget”

Abigail Anderson, the history you’ve had with her extends far back into your teenagehood, when her dad was your dad’s right hand. At first she saw you as a very smug, fragile, mommy dearest type of person, waltzing around in her mothers french garden with your Ted Lapidus glasses on and a red scarf that compliments your eyes around your neck, your figure cladded in a black on black suit. you’ve kept to yourself that day—until your younger brother decided it was a good day to throw you into the Anderson’s gigantic fish pool.

and oh boy was she ready to dunk in and save your poor self from the little fishies. holding your body close to hers where she was wearing a white simple shirt with nothing underneath and some grey trousers, her nipples hardening against the shirt and her eyes never leaving yours—the intensity of her stare definitely left you aching for something more.

she carries you out where your brother snickers and laughs at your sticky and wet form with a nod. shooting him a death glare, eyes shining in pure red, he closes his mouth not uttering a word when you pass him by the door with the water dripping down your back and forming a trail behind you.

“Good luck sister” he whispers.

that day she lent you her clothes—you never returned them. which was a little bit big on your frame. “Hopefully the stench will come out when you shower, there’s a towel behind the door for you, and plenty of hot water.”

“oh you’re not coming with?” you ask, feigning innocence.

she chuckles in amusement, fangs shining underneath her pink luscious lips. taking two steps towards you. “I don't think you’re ready for this” cold icy hand reaching to cradle your equally cold chin, she rubs it once before walking out of the door, leaving you to watch her wet shirt cladded back retort into the hallway.

“you know i really wanted you” you look up at her with glossy eyes and a downturned smile. prompting her hands movement on the canvas to pause, her back going rigid from her place in front of the aisle. shaking her head, inhaling hard “you know i would’ve never been able to hold you down”

you snorted in mockery “oh yeah i was the literal face of Studio 54 wasn’t i? Still I wouldn't have minded if you showed me around instead of gawking from the other side of the dance floor.” a manic laugh spurts out of you uncontrollably “i’ve searched for your face in every mortal i could find..man or woman, i wanted them big, hard, french with a mean streak..but they never were all of that. They were never that perfect, not like you at least.”

standing up, she rests the palette and the brush on the stool beside her. stretching out her back you can hear a few cracks bellow in defiance. walking up to you in slow calculated steps before kneeling down to your level, her big body creating a shadow that looked like it could engulf yours.

“and how can I make it up to you..hm?”

“Does anyone in your coven even know that you’re here? Your partner??” a look of disdain..confusion crossing your face when she holds out the palm of your hand to her lips, light feathery kiss after the other getting plastered all over your lightly held arm. Holding her dead stare you make no effort of moving or reciprocating her advances.

“Isn’t mommy dearest gonna get upset if she knows that i've been between these lush thighs for years?? Day in and night out you’ll have me right here, ravishing you and getting ravished by you and your heavenly sex” she points out looking up at you from her kneeling spot, a vision of art that she is, maybe you should’ve been the one who made her pose for you, you’ll probably end up hanging the portrait on the wall facing your bed..and maybe using it to relieve yourself while you whisper her name, knowing that she can hear you even with thousands of miles between the both of you.

“Bite me” a knowing look crosses her face, almost proud before she does exactly that without uttering any other words. Sinking her teeth into your forearm gulping down your sweet blood, abby’s loud throaty sounds and her humming into your skin sends pure vibrations urging your back to arch in immense pleasure. “Do you know the amount of people who’d love for me to tell them that? Bite me?” you push her teeth off with a low snarl. blood gushing and then trickling down your forearm, the veins around your eyes more prominent than ever.

Sparing her a scrutinizing look while you rise to your feet, the shawl sliding down your body and onto the floor beside her thigh. “And yet you’re the one asking your supposedly sworn enemy to do it” she retorts.

You can’t help but snicker at her whilst you put on your robe “says the one sitting knees down on my floor like a good kitten” words spitting out of your mouth like venom you failed to notice that in a fast whiff of air she appears in front of you, nails digging into your waist, the shine of her eyes speaking a foreign language to you, nose flaring uncontrollably with a lustful look gracing her face. She bites into your neck after a low growl, taking slow calculated strides until your back hits the wall of your room in a loud thud, swallowing your soft moan.

𓃭

“I need my sister gone”

“Here we fucking go again, i told you i am not that capable, i can’t kill your sister. Can’t you find a Cerbera Odollam stake or whatever your kind uses to kill each other and pierce it through her heart if the idea of her walking amongst the living haunts you still? It’s been two decades and you won’t let it rest.”

Not liking what she was hearing—the harsh and painful truth from her dear witch friend she mutters. “Your great grandmother did it once on my deranged uncle”

“You said it..deranged, your dear sister is eccentric..but not like him, he went on a killing rampage and it’s literally written down in history which was exactly what he dreamt of achieving and your coven gave it to him on a golden platter when your dad wrote a ‘fictional book’ about him”

Before getting executed by order of the two covens. Your uncle, David, claimed he saw god and that the almighty asked him to form a cult, your mother tried talking him out of it but it just resulted in him killing nearly ten vampires of which are his own including his own child and thousands of humans without hiding his tracks well. He wrote in blood on every concrete wall in the streets of every country he ever stepped foot on including Persia ‘if we burn you burn with us’.

A hunt had to be put in place for him, you were the one who brought him in, bruised and hungry. “I’m sorry uncle but you gave us no choice, who do you think you are? The prophet? What. a. Joke.” a baseball bat wrapped in silver wire swinging left and right in your hand, taking calculated steps towards him.

He was dragging himself on the wet muddy ground, clothes torn, hair matted with blood, reciting verses upon verses in prayer. A sight for sore eyes. not even bearing you a look, the poor man was trying to save himself. little did he know that in front of him was you. “have mercy on me, niece! the lord will save us all through my body”

you look around “i don’t see him saving you right now”

“b-but he is with us! i can see h-“ not taking your chances you swing the bat right at the side of his head, silver wires piercing his skull, hard enough to hurt but not enough to kill his immortal corpse. “Now you’ll get to meet the lord and have some tea together. tell him i said hello.”

𓃭

Ellie’s sleepless nights persisted after that dream she had, rehearsing, eating and writing for their new album had one being in mind…she thought it was very childish, but she couldn’t shake off the presence of it, of her, the vampire.

something she never believed in and never will—that’s what she keeps telling herself. in her young years she and her sister alongside their dad used to watch horror movies of which involved vampires and other monsters. Sarah would cling to their dad whilst Ellie would snicker at her older sister.

“you’re such a pussy”

“language Ellie” Joel would retort without a glance making her sister stick her tongue out from her place cuddled up against Joel. “tch it’s not even that scary..these types of things don’t even exist and if they did they’ll get killed in seconds in the sun” she shrugs.

Ellie continued with conveying her distaste about the paranormal, even when people started accusing them of selling their soul to the devil over their written lyrics and sudden spring into the metal and nu metal scene. interviewers found it funny and had to bring it up every. single. time. she was extremely fed up, she'd nod and and shrug cause why was it surprising that a so called satanist didn't believe in all of that??.

Dina on the other side leaned into it, often times than not taking weird pictures with a drawing of 'punk jesus' that she made, facing extreme backlash on her socials while Jesse posted verses about kindness—their PR team never catches a break that's for certain.

taglist🗞️: @winkybun

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invadernei · 3 months ago

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So... A friend of mine asked me to post my analysis of Ekubo (@reigenlvr, thank you very much for the encouragement and for editing this stuff!!)

So here it is.

It includes some of my personal thoughts, canon-based speculations, and analysis of the series itself. It might be a bit messy, since it is basically my DMs combined into one post and edited. Sorry about that... Also, English is not my first language, so this analysis may contain some weird phrasing 😅

Anyways...

It all started with me complaining about how sometimes Ekubo is completely looked over (despite being the third main character of the show) or mischaracterised as being just... mean for no reason or malicious, and there's nothing behind it... Well, I believe he has a very complex and colourful personality, just like Mob and Reigen do. And in addition to this, he has HUNDREDS of years behind him, so... he is very deserving of being analyzed and understood. So here we go...

Ekubo!

His entire arc is about how human he is and how his "evil spirit" attitude is fake. He needs to uphold that image of himself because he doesn’t realize what he actually wants in life and instead plays a familiar role. Or maybe he’s so deep in denial that he has to. Anyway, even in canon, he shows how empathetic he actually is (he's quite good at reading human emotions and behaviour + his whole relationship with Mob and especially that one scene in the burning Kageyama house—ohhh, I could talk about it forever). And his whole motivation is based on a desire to make people happy?? Yeah, his methods are kinda evil-spirit-ish, but that’s about it. His first religion was created with "the most peaceful way possible" in mind (and he made that decision before he even met Mob!!). In the Broccoli arc, he directly says that everyone will be happier with the Divine Tree... and worship him as a god—yep, another evil spirit thing—but based on everything we saw before that, I doubt he would want to get to that position by any other means. He wants to be a beloved god, not a feared one, and that perfectly aligns with his final realisation: "I want to be seen and acknowledged, I want a friend." He clearly likes people very much and is fascinated by them.

I believe he did actually learn some behavioral patterns from the spirit world (which is very cruel in nature). Like how he tried to kill Mob the moment he realized Mob could be a real threat. He knows very well what the rules of power vs. weakness are. He has difficulties understanding some human concepts, like true kindness, and especially applying them to himself. I would even speculate that the idea of someone valuing him for anything other than pure power had never crossed his mind before the Divine Tree arc.

But what he learned in the spirit world mostly applies to how he reacts to his environment, not how he acts himself. He forces an evil spirit attitude onto himself, but it is hinted that he either despises other spirits or is afraid of them. He doesn’t like them. And deep down, he probably doesn’t want to act the way he does—but how could it be any other way? At least before someone truly saw him and trusted him.

A couple of side notes:

Omg, how excited he is about romance and romantic relationships!! Did you see him in the second season?? The pure teenage excitement about gossip and Mob’s love life??

And I think it’s worth mentioning that in s2e8, he messes with Mob’s bully in a rather nonviolent way... while Ritsu straight-up strangles the guy. What’s up with these middle schoolers, for real...

Anyways, back to the analysis.

Why is Ekubo different from other evil spirits? It’s definitely not just because he’s "special." The anime doesn’t appreciate the concept of "being special," and it actually has a point. So... Ekubo being simply "not like the other spirits" just because he is that way is an underwhelming idea to me. I think he gradually becomes different over the course of his existence because he’s capable of self-reflection (as we’ve seen in the Broccoli arc). He questions himself, his position in the world, and his desires. Maybe not fully consciously, since it’s shown that he only truly realizes his desires and goals during the Divine Tree arc. But some of his character traits are not typical for an evil spirit, even at the very beginning of the show. So he must have done something. It was his half-conscious choice to change himself. Intelligent spirits seem to retain some of their human personalities and emotional responses (biker spirit in s1e1, creepy spirit in s1e2, Mogami, spirit from the 2nd OVA audio additions, etc), but whether they remain more human or turn into full-blown, power-hungry monsters or creeps depends on the individual spirit.

Speaking of Ekubo's backstory, I especially like two ideas:

1. At some point in his past, Ekubo encountered a spirit who was more interested in killing people than eating other spirits. Hanging around with that spirit gave Ekubo a twisted idea of friendship and a resentment toward harming human beings.

2. Ekubo has always had hypnotic powers and spent a lot of time inside human minds, observing dreams and emotions. Instead of using that ability to increase his power or cause harm, he developed some kind of empathy and formed his goal of becoming a god—a sincere desire to make people happy, distorted by his evil-spirit nature.

But those are just my thoughts about what might have happened to him... I actually like that, in canon, his backstory is basically non-existent, leaving us to analyze his traits in the present and guess what his long journey was like. I prefer it that way.

What we can be almost sure of is that the spirit world is cruel, creepy, and unforgiving. Everything is about power there. "To eat or to be eaten" is an unbreakable law. It’s very likely that Ekubo had to deal with some really terrible things—from the raw pain of being devoured to some very messed-up betrayal (if he ever tried to connect with someone of his own kind). Also, it’s possible that he believes (at least vaguely) in some Great Force responsible for the order of the universe. Firstly, he wanted to become a god himself. Secondly, he knows (or believes) in "paradise" (where some people go after death and some do not). Thirdly, he ranted about "I don't truly understand how everything works" in the spin-off...

This is mostly speculation on my part, but I don’t think it contradicts anything in canon, and it adds some interesting layers to Ekubo as a being who is not quite dead but not quite alive. If he believes in such things to some extent, he’s most likely afraid of those powerful forces. And I suppose that this fear, combined with the dangers of the spirit world, might be part of his motivation to become a god. It’s his desire to distance himself from all of it—and finally feel safe.

All in all... Ekubo deserves all the love in the world. And all the nice things. And all the happiness. He’s as human as all of us. And I don’t think any other character in any other piece of media I know resonates so strongly with me or makes me feel such warm, tender love. He’s beautiful.

...And also, I wrote like 70 fanfics where he’s one of the main characters, so—

(and some of my Ekubo doodles in addition, i really really like him that much ☺️☺️)

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #ekubo #dimple mp100 #ekubo analysis #character analysis #long post

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