#sorry for the lack of clarity lmao

[tenrose]

My theory is that since Harrow conveniently forgetting about Gideon and can't access to her to protect her body, fight etc. , despite completing the lyctoral process in gtn, is that Gideon is obviously alive somehow. I mean so far it's not really gonna be a "omg she's alive" revelation when I get to the part that confirm that. Gtn made it very clear that Gideon is not an ordinary human and survived since childhood stuff she shouldn't have (including a literal genocide to give birth to Harrow wtf is this book) so obviously she is alive somehow. Also they conveniently didn't find her body, and every fiction enthusiast knows the rule: no body, no confirmed death (and I mean it's a necromancy book so even with a body I wouldn't be convinced lmao).

I think it has something to do with her soul... Which Harrow's parents couldn't sacrifice, Harrow can't access etc. But I can't begin to process how she's alive, where she is, and how exactly she is special. And especially I don't understand why Harrow would be falsifying her own memories, if she's doing this to herself which I believe because of the notes she left to herself. Like what is the purpose of all of this master plan? She already ascended and she got the promise from the Emperor to save the Ninth House. Let's just hope the day he learns she opened the not so well locked tomb he won't get too pissed because I can see several massive problems incoming lmfao. Also there's a lot to unpack here but right now it's not the main problem so I'll get to that later.

Also I'm starting to think the second person POV is Gideon. I'm not entirely sure, but sometimes some words or sentences just remind me of her. Especially when it comes to swords and fighting. The emphasis on the fact that Harrow knows nothing about it, but the narrator always has the right word and it seems a bit proud about it I guess? But also it severely lacks of snarky and smutty remarks so I'm not sure... But if she's supposedly somehow still connected to Harrow's body, which she should be after the lyctoral process... It would makes sense. But we're back to problem number one: if she's really into Harrow's head why can't Harrow reaches to her argghh???? It's hard to know cause we don't have other POVs but from the other Lyctors descriptions, it seems like Harrow really is alone in her brain and she doesn't have Gideon's eye colours, which seems to be the clear indicator of the lyctoral process being fully completed.

The whole problem imo really resolves around who the f is Gideon really or what is she? But how the fuck are we supposed to try and gather stuff about her to guess what the hell is happening when Harrow herself forgot about her? Like where do I start digging?

But anyway my main personal problem is that I want to see her alive, butch-y as ever, with a sword kicking ass, annoying and teasing Harrow 😭

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Sunday doodles, design is ER!ralsei from @lynxgriffin 's Eldritchrune AU (hope the tag is okay!)

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My Year In Review!

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#5

wheres my mp100/amphibia crossover

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#4

should have drawn the handcuffs

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#3

L/light is the funniest fucking pairing in the world bc it is so embarrassing for both of them like light is gripping the bathroom sink & crying like ‘he’s not even cute i don’t even like all his weird bullshit and cutting remarks and genius deductions and the way he knows me better than myself i’m straight i am straight’ meanwhile L meets a hot guy who is kind of obsessed with him and can keep up with his mind games and he’s just like shrug. he’s PROBABLY a serial killer but literally what else am i doing

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#2

i love gifs that don’t loop. they had a story to tell and now they’re done

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My #1 post of 2022

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okay okay okay von steuben questions - errrr off the top of my head

he got kicked out of prussia (prussian army) for being gay? i know that's a fact but i don't know details :p

and benjamin franklin... he denied the gay allegations or just graciously ignored them while recommending steuben to washington? i feel like these two facts lack clarity and would love to know more about steuben in the military in general.

i know he was awesome (i read this somewhere, i think it was lafayette's bio - that he would get mad and ask his aides to swear at the soldiers for him lmao)

sorry for the... rambly ask. i'll also definitely be checking out your book recommendations!!!

AAAAAAA YAYAYAYAYAA OKIE!!!!

1. Well, yes and no! He was kicked out of the Prussian army originally because Frederick the Great was cutting down his staff, like, a lot, and Von Steuben initially wasn't KICKED OUT, although he was demoted DRASTICALLY, And was in a regiment he used to command. Count Von Anhalt, who was chief of staff at the time, had beef with Steuben for, like, no reason, and so they allegedly duelled, according to some biographers, though we lack evidence. After the duel, however, Von Anhalt completely removed Steuben from the Prussian army! Thanks to his "very close friend", (wink wink lover) Prince Henry III/ Heinrich III of Prussia, Henry recommended Steuben to a major duchess, and Steuben actually lived in Prussia for 10 more years!! He served a minor role in the court of Hohenzollern-Hechigen, and got Azor during that time! Azor Azor Azor we love Azor. He probably, like, found Azor as a stray or something, and went "oo pretty dawg you're never gonna be hungry again let's get a bedazzled collar on you and now you're a poor aristocrat like me yay" or something like that. That was really off topic actually, continuing. While he served in the court of Hohenzollern-Hechigen, rumors about his sexuality and his relationship with other men spread like wildfire, mostly behind his back. Frederick the Great didn't mind that much, however, being homosexual himself. But the people were incredibly loud about their opinions, and it was clear something had to be done. In the summer of 1777, Von Steuben visited Paris to see his friend, Comte de Saint-Germaine. (Who I think is actually so awesome but that's another story for another time.) While he was visiting Saint-Germaine, Pierre Caron de Beaumarchais and Silas Deane scouted him and we're like "Yoo, you're so cool, wanna get a job with us?" And he was like "nah lol America sounds boring as heck." And then Franklin was like "yo I'm with them and istg it's so cool and I'm like famous so join me" and Von Steuben was like "ERM no I don't wanna hear anything else about this murica I'm going back to Germany" and so he did, and... Uh oh. The second he returns, it turns out while he was gone, an anonymous letter was submitted to the courts, and the princes of Hohenzollern-Hechigen, claiming that Steuben had "taken liberties with young boys", which is an EXTREMELY controversial sentence in the amrev community. They were accusing him of being a p3d0phile, basically, specifically attracted to young boys.... Supposedly? There are many interpretations. I personally believe the letter referred to men around 18 years old, considering Von Steuben's relationship with men around that age later. There has never been any evidence that Von Steuben was a pedophile, though there definitely is evidence he was homosexual, or queer at the very least. Frederick the Great didn't find any evidence he was attracted to children, either, though allegedly did officially exile the baron for charges of homosexuality, which was a federal crime, only 5 days after he returned to Prussia. Von Steuben, now broke and with nowhere to go, returned to Paris and was like "Hey Franklin, about that offer, I could use it right now" and Franklin was like "YEAHHH BOI" And so they met up at a bath house, a place homosexual men commonly met to... H**k up, and a place Von Steuben was DEFINITELY familiar with. Franklin thought everything was looking good, and the group agreed that he'd be a great general for Valley Forge. Right before they sent him, however, they found out that he was attracted to men... THE NEXT PART GOES FOR QUESTION 2 TEEHEE

So... Yeah! Details! Yeah, he was pretty much kicked out for being gay :c

2. FRANKLIN'S RESPONSE WJOWJSJSJS

Franklin, Deane, and Beaumarchais... Honestly didn't care. Beaumarchais himself was pansexual, Deane was an ally and honestly indifferent, and Franklin was a MAJOR ally, some sites even saying he was queer himself, though I, as always, lack evidence. The group actually rushed to send him to America quicker, after finding out that... By law, Von Steuben was to be prosecuted wherever he went, as long as they could find him, and he was still in Europe. That was a thing... Yup... So they basically rushed him over so he wasn't hung or something, yay!! Franklin then wrote a flowery letter to George Washington basically saying "hey man I'm sending this really cool Prussian, he was a general, an aide to the king, and allat." Von Steuben was NOT a general in Prussia, and that was likely something Franklin made up to try to make up for the damage done to Von Steuben's reputation. From what we know, it was likely that Washington actually knew Von Steuben was homosexual before he arrived, but also couldn't care less.

So, that probably makes sense, but if it doesn't, I'm 100% here to clarify, I'm so sorry I ramble a lot.

(as a wise redditor once said, "he doesn't have to BE straight, he just has to shoot straight" man, I love military redditors during pride month.)

3. Yup yup!

Von Steuben actually didn't know much English! He DEFINITELY got, like, scarily and aggressively angry, and would call over his aides, mostly his lovers actually, because his lovers served as his aides-de-camps as Frederick taught him to do, okay I'm rambling sorry, but he would say "My dear Du Ponceau/Walker, please come swear for me in English. These fellows won't do what I bid them to!"

Von Steuben would get, like, ANGRY angry, and they'd usually have to calm him down after a while :P

Du Ponceau, aide and (lover?) to the baron, said that the soldiers would laugh out loud when they heard Du Ponceau translate all these scandalous words in his calm and reserved voice.

... I'm an extremely hardcore Steuponceau shipper btw so I hope this isn't biased but it might be😬

Von Steuben also had an extremely eclectic personality and was a genuinely funny guy, even when he was simultaneously being a big scary drillmaster/inspector general.

OKAY SO UH FIRST OFF TYSMMMM FOR THE QUESTIONS AAAA I LOVE YAPPING, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED AN EVEN MORE RAMBLY ANSWER!!! IF YOU NEED ME TO DO A SECOND ONE ON SPECIFICALLY THE COOL STUFF HE DID IN AMERICA, I 100% WILL, OR IF YOU NEED ME TO CLARIFY ANYTHING OR MAKE IT CLEARER, I 1000000% WILL!

Also EEEEEEEEEEE THE BOOK RECS YAYAYAYAY :OOOO TY!?!?!! (I wasn't loved as a child in case it wasn't obvious :>>>>>)

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Dungeon Meshi Anime Review, Season 1, Episode 12 review

Red Dragon Part 2!

This one was also overall good, great performances all around, beautiful animation by Trigger. Sorry this is going up so late!

More thoughts:

They did not put in the continuation of the Namari, Kiki and Kaka resurrection office scene here like we thought they might... So why did they have the scene with Namari at all??? Instead of wasting that time to show that Namari... doesn't know Falin's age, and that Falin's body isn't in the office (we already knew this) they could have instead shown Namari interacting with Kiki and Kaka? Learning their story? Telling her own? Literally anything else. They included this scene but didn't do ANY of the most important parts (explaining details of how resurrection works) and instead left something that is mostly unimportant... So weird.

I know in the previous episode I complained about the lack of the skull shot, where Laios pulls Falin's skull out of the hair mat and it looks like a baby's head coming out of a vaginal opening… But in this episode they made the opening in the dragon's body behind Falin look like a vagina instead, so maybe they were trying to make up for it lol.

Wish they'd left in Chilchuck and Laio's brief conversation about if there's any way for them to profit off of the dragon's body. They mention Laios' savings, but it would have been nice to establish more firmly that Laios and party *make a living* off of the dungeon and that not having anything (treasure, monster bodies) to bring back is a big problem. Going into the dungeon is a JOB and they are not doing it very well!

(This will be important later to understand what the hell Kabru's deal is (ie: laios' dungeon behavior is illogical because he's not making money by going in, so why is he going into the dungeon?), so lack of clarity on the subject is unfortunate.)

I wish there was some way for them to tweak the dark elf comment because anime onlies and people who only read the manga are now going to think dark elves (drow) exist in dungeon meshi. It would be really nice if the anime added something from the extra materials explaining that Chilchuck is just being racist and ignorant lmao and that's why Marcille's annoyed about it. Alas.

Interesting how The Bath Scene was changed. They turned the original mood from slightly menacing foreshadowing to much more cute and flirtatious. Marcille is blushing and tilting her head towards Falin now, leaning in... She looks much less tired, Falin's no longer looming over her, but at the same level as she is, and Marcille is looking directly in front of herself, instead of up at Falin. Also Marcille's hand is at a lower, more natural position for hand-holding... Not up by her face, like a defensive gesture.

I don't know if this is good or bad really, just different. I personally preferred the more ominous tone from the manga, where the shadow Falin cast was more obvious, and Falin was placed higher above Marcille and Marcille looking up at her.

[fllagellant]

@ikarons :333 2/3 now … kissing is merely the tension of it . I promise the last one of this set js going to be more . Make-out centric for lack of a better term LMAO

For ‘A last kiss before one goes away’

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Two things can be true at once.

“Tell your father- Tell my father-in-law I am sorry I couldn’t make it to the celebration.”

The first is simple; They are attached at the hip. Even while Wyll was rearranging the bulk of his travel pack for the fifth time, Giilvas still hovered over his shoulder like he had never seen it before. Like he didn’t fetch everything Wyll needed in the first place.

Wyll chuckles, a melodic thing, as he tilts his head back to look up at Giilvas. He was still sat on the edge of their bed, Wyll close enough to rest the side of his head on his knee if he so wishes. But, he can’t. He knows he can’t.

“He’ll understand. In fact, I’ll bet you that he’ll find a reason to come down here and see you.”

The second is still simple, but it felt far more difficult to grapple with; They are not physically attached at the hip. They are both men who travel, men who walk the worlds and men who always will. They both have their own priorities, and, while they usually line up, they can’t always.

Wyll Ravengard was still a Ravengard, and Ulder Ravengard was still a Ravengard. And Ulder sent the letter a week past for a summons. A request (requirement) for Wyll and his betrothed to bless the Midsummer Night festival within Baldur’s Gate. The dates listed would also have them in the care of Ulder for just under a week- Always an open room at the estate for the two of them, and they knew this.

Giilvas was still a Quickfoot. The name completely ironic, now. He was many things. Graceful was not one of them.

He had tried to say it was little more than a twisted ankle. It was definitely more than just a twisted ankle.

“Just don’t tell him everything, okay? I’d like him to not think of me as a… bumbling idiot.”

Wyll was in riding gear, Giilvas was not.

Two things could be true at once.

“I don’t need him coming back around to disliking me, after all the work I put in to making him tolerate me.”

The first is simple; They are attached at the hip. Giilvas grabs his cane when Wyll rises from his knelt position on the bedroom floor. His travel pack finally, completely packed. After Wyll found as many reasons as he could to keep packing it again. And again. This home might be temporary. They might stay here a few years then move onward. But, for now, they had a little cabin. Hardly anything. It was everything.

Footsteps punctuate the still quiet, sun coming through the windows like waves. Patches of warmth and light patterning the floor, the walls. Giilvas’ cane clicked against the wood, Wyll avoids the spot on the ground that always creaks.

“He won’t think of you like that, he’ll be hard on you for getting hurt, but this won’t end his ‘tolerance’ for you.”

The second is still simple, but it felt far more difficult to grapple with; They are not physically attached at the hip. The jostling of a horse ride to Baldur’s Gate would be worse for the healing process. Giilvas wouldn’t even be able to mount the horse, even if he demands he could. He could! He just needs a minute- a few minutes- No, he won’t hurt himself again. If he’d be allowed to prove it, then-

Wyll refuses to take him along to a festival he would be miserable at. The most he would be able to do would be… drink. And that might be all he could do, the pain from the journey would be rather mind-consuming for the week. And Wyll knows his father would be accommodating. If Giilvas could make it down there, he would be in good hands. But he was healing good now, and the risk of ruining that for something like this…

“You say that. You say that. But if I was him, I think I would have a moment of clarity.”

Giilvas voice hitches, Wyll pauses in the doorway.

Three things can be true at once.

“Oh- Giilvas, come here. No need for tears, my Rose.”

The first is simple; They are attached at the hip. Wyll drops his travel bag and turns on his heel. He had been waiting for the tears, truth be told. Giilvas had been rather stoic about the whole thing, and he kept waiting for the moment it cracked. Wyll had told him, multiple times, that he’d stay. He’d stay here with Giilvas if he just asked for it.

Giilvas couldn’t accept that. Everytime it was offered, he’d shake his head. He’d say no. He wouldn’t keep Wyll trapped- ���I’m not trapped here, Giilvas.’- when his father asked for him to join him for the celebration. It’s the principle.

Wyll’s thumbs brushed a tear from his cheek, hand drifting to cup his jaw. He knows it’s worthless to ask if Giilvas was sure about this.

“I’m not trying to cry, I just- Hells, what has gotten into me?”

The second is still simple, but it felt far more difficult to grapple with; They are not physically attached at the hip. Wyll has to rise up on his tip-toes, not wanting to risk trying to pull him down to his height, and presses his lips gently against Giilvas’ own. The sun warms his back, warms Giilvas’ face. Wyll thinks he can taste the peach preserve from breakfast on his lips, or maybe it was his mind pulling from those romance books he read as a boy.

Giilvas resist the want to reach out, to grab, to hold. His hand grips the handle of his cane tighter, knowing that he was one moment away from either agitating his injury, or making Wyll change his mind at the last moment. He melts, relaxing into the loving gesture, regardless.

He tries not to linger in the kiss, it’ll only make it harder to pull away- And he has to, he knows this. Wyll knows he’s pushing the line, risking leaving too late. But, he pulls back enough to press kiss to the tip of Giilvas’ nose, the corner of his mouth. Hand slips into Giilvas’ free one, squeezing it once, twice, three times in a row.

“Promise me you’ll not do anything too foolish while I am gone.”

“I hardly think I can promise that, my Blade.”

The third is one that they both know, maybe consciously, maybe unconsciously, but they know it; They’ll always come back to each other.

[haleigh-sloth]

I know I asked this a while ago and I’m sorry to bring it up again but I’m still having trouble understanding AFO’s backstory literarily. I don’t know why Hori would give us a backstory that shows he is just as traumatized as the League if not more and then not do anything with it. Plus the way the fans interpreted it was that AFO was just born evil. I’m not sure why Hori felt the need to write this if he wasn’t going to treat AFO like a human being the same as the rest of the characters, and make it so he had zero knowledge of right and wrong same as Tenko, if he didn’t want there to be some sort of humanity there. Any guesses? I’m genuinely at a loss here.

This is a tough one, and it's understandable to feel conflicted over it.

I think the most important thing to remember is that the manga isn't over yet, AFO isn't really gone yet, and the vestiges aren't super mega confirmed gone for good yet, AND assuming they're not gone yet, they're all in the same place as AFO at this very moment.

I think Yoichi's words describe the complexity behind AFO perfectly:

He kept Yoichi alive, however, he viewed Yoichi as his property, something he was entitled to. There is definitely nuanced feeling behind that, I mean they're brothers and the ONLY constant they had their whole lives was each other. That goes for AFO too, Yoichi was the only certain thing he had. So yeah, there is some form of twisted love there, but AFO's upbringing led to that somewhat understandable/normal feeling turning into something way beyond what we would consider acceptable lmao. And I think the thing with AFO that separates him from the other villains is the lack of compassion for others that Yoichi points out. Even though I wouldn’t call the LOV’s actions compassionate toward….anyone, even if the intent is buried deep in there, they still feel for other people and are incredibly sensitive to others. It influenced their behaviors. AFO is not phased by others.

My personal guess is that AFO will disappear by the end of the manga in the vestige, but in a more refined/dignified way than the way he did in the real world. His pathetic and dramatic death after facing Bakugo kinda made it obvious he will have another exit that will look much differently. There is no point in repeating what we already saw, so I wouldn't expect it to be anything like him having a break down. Also Bakugo won't be involved since he's not in the vestige realm, so it'll be different.

I'm thinking like....closer to Nana/Kotaro except not really any love/forgiveness/sorrow involved, more just like....idk how to describe it, but some sort of peace where he and Yoichi say good bye for good together.

I can't help but think that Bakugo kind of carried out what the 2nd user couldn't (hence the visual similarity and him reminding AFO of Kudou) and then Yoichi will carry out what he needs to by finishing him off for good and disappearing with him.

This also all hinges on my assumption that OFA is going bye-bye, which I'm in hope of so I'm biased lol.

I don't think AFO is there to thwart the themes of the story. I think he's a humanized villain whose actions and influence have far surpassed his lifespan and it's just time for him to get some form of clarity and then go.

[simlit]

I wanted to make questions for the ask post for Peia, but sadly I can't find the questions prompt post anymore. So, can I ask instead 3 headcannons about Peia of your choosing instead?

Oof, sorry, I'm dumb and yeeted the post q.q I reposted it in case you still want to ask in the event my headcanons don't end up being that useful lmao, but here are three anyways!

Despite being blind on land, Peia can see with crystal clarity underwater. By contrast, he can't see well in places where there is a substantial lack of water/moisture, i.e. places with a lot of stone or synthetic materials. For this reason he prefers being outdoors to indoors. The more plantlife, the better.

He can play a variety of instruments, notably string instruments like the lyre, harp and guzheng. He can also dance very well, though would be shy to do so in front of strangers.

He's actually a very curious person, and finds life on land fascinating. He frightens easily, but when introduced to things by mentors or trusted friends, he is very happy to learn about them. He's a tactile learner and would absorb knowledge via touch. He would also enjoy to be read to, even if he may not openly ask or voice his content.

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lol i'm rewriting the club scene (mostly staying the same but adding a bit) and this little piece of dialogue made me chuckle i love making mikasa so funny she really is ruining eren's life lmao

“Hi, Eren,” she quips, the corners of her mouth upturned and the pink of her lips sparkling under the lights from her gloss, painting her words almost as pretty as she is. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” she adds innocently after in between absentminded stirs of her drink. It’s clear Eren’s presence poses no threat to her; she knows her fun is soon to come to an end, but it’s clear she’s enjoying this little tryst of hers. 

Eren can feel his eye twitch at her lack of gravity for the situation, he struggles to hold onto the last remaining bit of sanity he has within him. As someone who feels almost painfully apathetic about almost everything, he can’t remember the last time he’d felt so intensely about anything, but in this moment, Mikasa had him particularly vexed. In the week since meeting her, Mikasa had quickly become an expert in just exactly how to get under his skin, something few could truly do. 

Eren takes a deep breath before he speaks, trying not to let his jaw clench through every word—he had no desire to waste any more time for her silly games. “We’re leaving, Mikasa,” he orders, any previous trace of empathy within him nowhere to be found. 

Her face falls, eyes going a bit wide and her mouth forming into a pout—it makes Eren sick to himself how he almost wants to succumb to her petty wishes, too. “You’re no fun, don’t you wanna stay a while?” She muses. Her free hand runs along the curve of his bicep as she continues speaking, her eyes sultry, asking for him to cave in—she really is the devil. “C’mon, Eren, loosen up a bit. I think you could use a break.” 

Eren can feel the chills run down his spine at her touch, but he wouldn’t fall for her act a second time, no matter how pretty she may be. He shakes his head, attempting to regain clarity and remember why he’s here in the first place—she drugged him—the anger within him begins to resurface at the thought.

“You really think I want to just loosen up? You have a lot of fucking audacity trying to play these little games with me still, Mikasa,” he scoffs. “First, you spend the entire week insulting me and treating me like absolute shit. Next, you pretend to be nice to me, even bothering to give me a sorry ass apology, and then you drug me? And you couldn’t even bother to use something useful? Benadryl?” He says trying to be heard over the music, his words starting off in anger, but quickly transitioning almost into that of disbelief, an angry chuckle emitting from his lips.

“What? You didn’t want to be visited by the Hat Man? Heard it’s kind of fun actually,” she jests, clearly amused at his outburst. “Did he tell you anything funny? Or are you just still seeing all the black spots?”

He stares at her in disbelief, if he wasn’t so angry, he might’ve laughed at her joke, but the rage continues to push through due to her sheer level of audacity. “Not only are you terrible, but your parents are drowning in money, and you decided to knock me out with over-the-counter drugs? I guess I wasn’t worth the effort of seeking out actual drugs?” Eren says, clearly taken aback.

Rather than dispute him, Mikasa simply rolls her eyes before finally setting her drink onto the counter behind her, seemingly finally growing tired of her game and their petty back and forth. “Sorry for being considerate and not drugging you with actual drugs, Eren. Next time, I’ll remember to go for the hard stuff—don’t you worry.”

“Glad you’re so sweet, Mikasa. I should be so thankful to have a boss as considerate as you,” he pipes back, glaring down at her. “Now, let’s go.”

[aphrostarot]

Hi hope you’re doing well! I just wanted to ask a question in regards to financial success and stability. What in our chart helps us find those things and how can we implement it into our lives? 🩷🌸

If I’m being honest my way of managing money in terms of spending isn’t the best but I’m trying to learn because I know with habits like mine I’ll be in situations where I don’t want to be like right now. I did secure an internship but due to travel and financial reasons I wasn’t able to commit to it and now I don’t have a job and I have responsibilities which require paying bills and loans so it’s tuff at the moment especially as a college student😭

I’m a hard worker and the career aspect of my life is usually where I do well compared to my love life lmao but I still wanna know how I can gain success and stability in my life cause I truly need it like others do, thank you💗

Hi! I’m sorry to hear about what you’re going through. There are a few things in your birth chart that show how you are with finances and success. Jupiter, Pluto, Saturn, Mars, the 2nd house, 8th house, 10th house, and the 11th house all deal with money and success.

Jupiter and Money:

Jupiter is the planet of wealth. It brings expansion, growth, and abundance to anything it touches. The aspects to your Jupiter can tell you a great deal about which planetary energy you should focus on to grow and find your good fortune. For example, Jupiter trine Uranus, shows success in science, technology, and engineering.

The house that your Jupiter is in can also show you the area in your life where money and success flow easily into your life. The sign that your Jupiter is in will tell you how to activate this.

Pluto and Money:

Pluto is the planet of extremes. Whatever this planet touches in your chart will be scaled up 1000x. If you have Jupiter aspecting Pluto in your chart, this is a great indicator of success and wealth. This planet has a tendency to maximize darker areas of your life, and it may make things more difficult for you in the long run if you let it run rampant in your life. Learning how to heal the darker parts of this planet will help you garner success and wealth in your life.

Saturn and Money:

Traditionally, Saturn does not deal with money, it deals more with longevity and dedication. This is the planet of hard work, so it teaches you to hold on when things get tough. If you learn how to deal with the energy of this planet correctly, it could lead to great success. Saturn in the second house is often said to be an indicator of poverty in the birth chart, but this doesn’t have to be true. A nice Saturn in the birth chart gives self-discipline, persistence, structure, and an effective way to achieve your goals. Without Saturn, you can get rich, but it is hard to stay rich.

Mars and Money:

Mars is not typically associated with money, however, it provides the drive to be successful. People with a strong Mars are extremely ambitious. Mars in aspect to Jupiter or conjunct the Moon or Mercury is a frequent indicator of success in what you do.

The Second House and Money:

This house is the house of resources in the astrological chart. Everything that supports you belongs to this house: your savings, possessions, the food you eat. The second house is associated with money and finances.

Planets in the 2nd house are an indicator of an inner drive to become financially successful. The Sun, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Pluto here all point into this direction. The Moon, Uranus, and Neptune can bring a lack of stability and clarity when it comes to finances. Saturn in this house is an infamous placement, but it doesn’t have to mean poverty, it can suggest money earned through persistent work and conservative money management. People with their Saturn here are frugal and know how to save. While with Jupiter in this house, money seems to come to you almost on its own, but you tend to spend carelessly too.

Planets in this house show you how you generate income.

The Eighth House and Money:

This house is one of the most complex houses. It governs quite a few life areas, but let’s focus on its connection with money. The eighth house is directly opposite the second house, and it is the second house (resources) from the seventh (partners). It governs other people’s money you have access to. Here you rely on others, as opposed to the second house, where you work for what you have.

This is an important house for all kinds of partnerships, including business partnerships, too. The eighth house governs banks, loans, investing, tax, accountants too, so it is a rather significant house for extraordinary finances.

The 8th house is also associated with inheritance, your spouse’s money, money you make through investments. In the birth charts of people who have inherited larger sums of money, there seems to be a connection between the rulers of their 8th house and the 2nd house.

A nice Venus or Jupiter in the eighth house can indicate luck in these life areas.

The Tenth House and Money:

The 10th house rules the things that we are known for in the world: our career choices, social status, achievement, and prestige. The 10th house is one of the three “earth houses” of material matters and shares similar traits to Capricorn, the tenth zodiac sign. This is where we leave a legacy and provide for our families. If you want to cultivate yourself as a boss, study your 10th house for clues on your leadership style. As the sector of career achievement, there’s competitive quality to the 10th house.

The Eleventh House and Money:

Also called the house of hopes and dreams, the eleventh house is the house of support you receive from the world. It is also the house of the personal assets you accumulate through your career and social status. As the natural house of Aquarius, the eleventh house leads you to new ways of doing things and achieving your goals with the help of others. People who live in the public eye often have a full eleventh house. An emphasized eleventh house in the birth chart indicates a lot of helpers on your journey. This house is the house of groups, organizations, your social circle, networking. It is how other people help you level up.

[tworegimesof]

It’s me again, your biggest spammer atp lmao.

One of the reasons I love your stories so much is because you write relationships, romantic or otherwise, so beautifully. I loved your depiction of Aoba and Anko’s friendship in On a Distant Star - their bond transcends the usual human connection. That’s very rare to find, especially in a male-female friendship in writing.

It’s glorious to read about the messiness and complexity of interpersonal relationships in all their twisty beauty - especially when done by an author who knows the ins and outs of humanity. You can make a reader love even the most random background character who’s appeared for, what, a page? Their idiosyncrasies, their flaws, and their passions all shine through in your writing.

Not to mention that I LOVE your rarepairs. As for Raidō and Kurenai??? Hoooo boi I never thought I’d ship it more than her and Asuma 😂 (seeing the three of them and how they interacted in Storms, being so beautifully in character, was a treat. I wanna ramble more because there is SO MUCH). I didn’t even know sai/tenten existed until I discovered one of your fics and that sent me down a rabbit hole asw ahshshshs.

I’m so sorry for the long-winded essay I just wrote you 😂 I’m running on three hours of sleep and am jet-lagged as fuck. Not to mention I had to sit at my laptop for the better part of a day and hammer out two assignments due on the same day. So I apologise for any lack of clarity herein.

Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day! ☺️

Ah, it's not spam! I have Tumblr because I know readers sometimes feel more comfortable connecting here rather than leaving a kudos or comment.

I think I'm kind of a boring writer. My best stories don't have a lot in terms of plot, and mostly I just write what I want to read because I like so many rare pairs. I think we all want to feel a deep connection, platonic or romantic, and for some characters, like Aoba and Anko, I think them being very close friends makes more sense than a traditional romantic entanglement.

I think you're giving me too much credit lol I have just read a lot of books and seen messy people in action. I feel like I abuse the man versus self trope all the time, but that's what I'm really interested in, is how we lie to ourselves and betray ourselves to our own detriment. And the background characters are easier because there's more room to play around with them, and potential readers aren't invested in them the same was as they are with popular characters. Writing Kakashi puts my stomach in knots, but characters like Asuma and Raidou are easy peasy, because I know enough to make guesses and can be creative.

LOL Raidou and Kurenai only started because I thought it was lame for Kakashi and Asuma to be her two options. Raidou was just cute enough and you could see the leap between him to Asuma. LOL I'm never getting away from Storms. It's a mess in a lot of ways and there are things I would change, but from some of the comments I also feel like the people who needed to read it found it, so it stays. I just think that Lovesickness will be better, and a fuller picture of what could've happened.

I will maintain, until my dying day, that Sai and Tenten aren't a huge leap at all lol.

I don't mind the essays! And I definitely know what it means to be jetlagged and a student. I most certainly do not miss either. Thank you so much for reading and leaving such a sweet comment, take care!

(And find time away from you computer, learn from my mistakes and save your eyes and posture lol).

[mythgirlimagines]

Lol, same anon from the Remnant!Ash Neo World ask. Sorry for the lack of clarity, I meant like the one we say in the canon game... >:3

lmao o7s to a bad-ish ending ig XD

At first, the world Ash found himself in seemed relatively normal. He did realize that there were some inconsistencies with his memory, but he did enjoy meeting everyone else that was there.

When it was announced that a killing game was going to happen, Ash was beside himself. He never wanted to hurt anyone, and he was sure nobody else wanted to, either.

…At least, that was what he thought. Ash knew he was lucky at times, and a bit too brash at others, but even then, he didn’t really play it safe. He wanted to make sure everyone else was.

Somehow, maybe because of that brashness, he wasn’t chosen as a target by the more murderous of them. Which meant he had to work hard to figure out everything that happened.

Honestly, a lot of what he pulled together was by his own logic, but with the help of others solving the mystery, he ended up revealing key information each time, saving them from execution.

[riseofthecommonwoodpile]

advice for someone looking for a dom, tips for first irl meet or anything? i think the way you openly share about your sex life inspired me to get on fetlife lol

so, sorry to take a long time responding to this, i was mulling it over in my mind for a while to see if i have anything much useful to say. i don't know that i do, but here's something, at least:

the best thing you can do, in my view, is to go to local munches and sloshes, meet people, get to know the community around you. as someone with terrrrrible social anxiety, i know that can be a terrifying prospect, but if you're looking for something longer term than a one or two night thing, even if you aren't looking for something romantic, you'll want to actually like any dom you're playing with as a person and not just as a kink dispenser, and making friends in the community makes it easier to meet additional people anyways. it's the difference between going on a date with someone you've met a few times irl and know you have a rapport with versus someone off tinder where you have no idea how you'll vibe, and i personally much prefer the former (though i do still meet plenty of people on tinder or grindr, so hey)

if your anxiety is too much to do something like that, then look at local groups on fet and see if there's any personal ads that strike your fancy, or post your own. talk to people for at least a few messages before meeting up, and always meet in public first and let someone know where you're going and when they should expect you back or to hear from you. weird tip, but relevant i think: masturbate and cum before you agree to meeting anyone or doing anything, so you know it's something you are actively interested and not just horny for at the moment. may sound dumb, but i've definitely almost made some very bad decisions while super horny that i avoided by just jerking off and getting that post-nut clarity of like "oh wait, that's a bad idea and i don't want to do it".

additionally, i would highly, *highly* recommend not doing any play involving restraints the first time doing a scene with someone in private. any type of kink play involves a lot of trust and some inherent degree of risk, but being able to get away or fight back if something bad starts happening is super important. risk mitigation, especially early on when you're still learning, is crucial shit. in general, if there's any kink clubs near you, i would really recommend playing there first, because if someone is going wrong or if the person you're with is ignoring you safewording and saying no, there will (at every public space i've been to) be people whose job for the night is monitoring the dungeon and intervening if need be.

no matter which method you choose or how you meet someone, be clear and honest about any experience or lack of experience you have, both for your safety and theirs, mental and physical. if you've only done something to yourself, say that explicitly and not "i've done X", because those are very different situations. there's nothing wrong with being a beginner in something, as long as you are honest and direct about it, and you'll have a much healthier and more enjoyable experience versus being thrown into the deep end because you fudged your experience level with X or Y or Z. also: aftercare is important for almost everyone, and even if you find you don't need it, which is very unlikely (i used to think i didn't need aftercare, but it turns out i was just ignoring sub drop because i was so depressed generally it didn't seem abnormal lmao), the other person very likely does, even if they're the top or dom in the scene. common trick is also have some dark chocolate in the fridge for the day or two afterwards lol, it sounds silly but it has genuinely helped me with sub drop.

uhhhh i mean there's a lot more i could get into, but it gets into a lot of things that require knowing specifics on your situation, and you're much better off meeting people in the community IRL and learning from those with more experience, asking for help and answers to questions when you don't know things or even just need clarification. hopefully that's at least somewhat helpful though

(also brought up in mentions, there are people who offer classes on kink 101 stuff and there's books as well [Screw the Roses Send Me the Thorns is a common rec i feel], but i personally don't love them [at least for beginner stuff, i have done and loved plenty of classes on more specific subjects], and a lot of "you should do this in a kink relationship" advice is incredibly specific to the personal outlook and experience of the person writing, and not usually something that can be easily universalized)

[dearkyeom]

thoughts of the album after a few relistens:

eyes on you: love house genre seventeen need more of it i'm always super into their electropop songs (shoutout to network love) so i'm like. very obsessed with this. the synths are perfectly balanced, super polished and work as the perfect complement to their voices. the post (?) chorus FUCKS!!! the vocal chop omg scratches such a specific itch in my brain. i could listen to the instrumental for hours. love the clarity of their voices in this. i can hear dk smiling through his lines and that makes me so happy.

love money fame: hate this fucking feature dude, can't emphasize that enough. anyway. super happy mingyu got more sung lines i've always been really fond of his singing voice. he brings a unique, husky vocal color that complements that crystal clear timbre that most of the boys have. i just don't feel like this is really title track worthy though. the bridge was kind of a let down, i wanted smth more since the song is already so mid-tempo. (but this is also a biased take coming from a dk stan you know i love a good baby u are my angel moment.) it's a fine song..! i just have always been a bigger fan of svt's more explosive songs (hot, all the freshteen titles, clap, etc.) not my particular wheelhouse but it's not bad.

1 to 13: a much needed tempo increase from love money fame. the synths are bouncy and light which makes for a satisfying, head bobbing vibe. clenches fist at the chorus. love the call back to ymmd... a very fond era of mine. the echo (beat, day, dawn) is very good and keeps the song bouncing. once again yay love mingyu's sung lines. i know he doesn't exactly have a lisp but that like slight lack of clarity in his pronunciation is just so good for me. the bridge is [chef's kiss] pretty much what i wanted from it. instrumentals pull back a bit then come back in as it goes which is always a good way to do a bridge. wish the bridge was longer but well. that's not what makes money now does it.

candy: sorry vocal unit i love you but this ballad is not one i will re-listen to. it's fine, it's pretty, love the lounge piano break. someone on reddit said that they can see themselves coming back to this during the holidays, which i totally understand, it's definitely kinda holiday ballad-y. i don't dislike it, i just have to be in a really specific mood for this type of ballad.

rain: mm that bass is tasty. love the little guitar riff (lowkey reminds me of the sample in infinite's come back again lmao) that repeats through the song and the electronic keyboard flourishes. that beat of silence after "don't stop the rain" is really satisfying. there's something that's super 2nd/3rd gen (positive) about this for me. i guess it's the genre that was just popular for the time? though it's funny bc it seems like ppl on reddit are saying this sounds like smth key or taemin would do and i have to agree. this is like an objectively well structured pop song that really suits the sultry vocal color of performance unit. hands down the best unit song of this batch for me.

water: not my favorite hhu track mostly bc the chorus doesn't really do it for me. i'm actually lowkey a fan of the autotune idk guys is m age showing LMAO love mingyu's opening verse, i am obsessed when idols specifically go for a slurred delivery it just exudes a cheeky confidence. scoups' part in verse 2 is sooo fucking good i love it so bad when they give him parts that change the texture of the song (his whispered part in cheers will forever be that bitch to me). once again i'm bummed that their tracks have gotten shorter. i'm actually a firm believer that a song does NOT need to be above 3 minutes to be good, but i wanted a bridge and i didn't get one... bummer. this feels more like an interlude/spotify track to me than a full song. probably goes off in a concert tho.

my tentative ranking (in terms of replayability): eyes on you > 1 to 13 > rain > love money fame > water > candy

despite my absolute bitterness going into the album, it was overall enjoyable! not my favorite mini, but i think eyes on you, 1 to 13, and rain are standouts that i would rank higher than a lot of other b-sides in svt's discography. as a cuties gathering and just general vocalist enjoyer, i do selfishly wish there were more standout moments for dk (and seungkwan for that matter.) he's fully in the album but i feel like i was missing him through it. this album is generally an easy, safe listen and i think they accomplished that cohesion (that i assume they were going for) even with hhu's song having its usual grungy misfit vibe. i'm guessing the thought process was that maestro/17 is right here era had a lot of energy so they decided to go with smth chiller.

overall, like a 6.5/10 or 7/10. if we threw out dj kh*led and gave dk and seungkwan some crazy high notes or adlibs, then 8/10.

finally listening to spill the feels. just finished love money fame. hey guys? why the fuck did we need dj kh*led on that track? guys? why did i need to hear his voice at the beginning and end of the track? he contributed nothing to the track?? guys??? what was the point of that.

[tls123]

i know this is just me but i so don't understand posts that go "i love jiang cheng as a character but i know if he were real and i were to meet him it'd be on sight"...... like.... he's just a guy?

[rapturously]

Hi! Love your stuff and I've been binging it a lottt!! Saw that requests were open so I wanted to send one.

I've been having a brainrot over Eddie Gluskin meeting a virgin!reader that has always wanted to be a wife (and a mother 😳).

┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — one-shot.

┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — eddie gluskin x afab!reader.

┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — SMUT/18+! abduction, dubious consent, virgin!reader, eddie is his own warning lmao, descriptions of gore, breeding kink, choking, dirty talk, slight degradation, vaginal sex/rough sex, biting. not a nice character.

┊ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 5,020.

┊ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — thank you so much for your request & I apologize that I took awhile! I actually went back and played some of whistleblower for this lmao ,, I remember when I was obsessed with this character (you have reinvigorated the outlast spark, anon !!! ❣️) if you aren’t familiar with outlast (taglist) that’s totally fine! I hope y’all enjoy! ❤️

┊ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — @peachygothgirl ; @mrs-heelshire ; @slasherfantasy ; @loraxlola ; @the-wordis-bird ; @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better ; @iamcautiouslyoptimistic ; @dootys ; @mehidktbh ; @darklylucid ; @lttlegore ; @the-anxious-youth ; @callmemeelah ; @comicalrage ; @horrorstories123 ; @krakersy ; @bloodwithpeachmilk ; @suguruswife

“Did I frighten you? I’m awfully sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to.”

Pinned between a table and the splintered, dilapidated hardwood, you were biting into your palm to keep from making any noise. Perspiration built up upon your back, sending cold shivers up your spine as echoed footfalls began to stalk closer and closer, weaving their way through the numerous shelves and sewing units. You could hear your heart, hear your blood pumping, ringing within your ears.

Mount Massive Asylum had become your personal hell — your own dimension bent on tormenting you. You were only there for what seemed like less than an hour, desperately hoping to visit your brother, a patient at the facility, but the carnage began with you inside of the building.

You’d been beaten and thrown, chased and maimed, but you were far more resilient than you’d ever let on. Your brother was the only remaining family you had left, and you had a sick feeling that he might not have lived through whatever disturbed carnival this place had turned into. There was gore everywhere you turned, countless corpses, maniacs running everywhere.

If your brother was alive, you prayed that he wasn’t like them, that he hadn’t succumbed to whatever nightmares these people dreamed. You weren’t going to be allowed to see him whatsoever until you threatened to slam them with a lawsuit, but of course, something terrible always intercepted something good.

There was a stranger prowling around within this room, you were locked in with a murderer. One of the patients that had chased you down here called him Mr. Gluskin. To your complete bewilderment, he spoke with a clarity that many others in the facility lacked, a suave, debonair charm that almost coaxed you out from underneath the table, at first.

And then you saw the bloody knife and the corpses — the absolute strength of the man, dressed as if he’d come straight from a vintage bridal magazine, a groom complete with a bow tie and a patchwork vest. He was moving about the tables, humming to himself as if this were commonplace for him.

His appearance happened to remind you of your own engagement, called off a few weeks ago. You were keen on being a wife and finding your happy ending, so to speak, but after you found out about the vast amount of lies fed to you by your fiancé, you backed out. Even then, you were young — early twenties with plenty of time to try again.

It all hinged upon whether or not you would survive, of course. There was the mounting possibility that you would die here, and this would be your final resting place, some hellscape of an asylum crawling with horrors beyond your wildest imagination. Your chest tightened, and you swallowed hard, fighting back the onslaught of anguished tears.

As the bulky man crouched down to inspect the table across the room from you, you could barely make out your disheveled, terrified expression within the reflection of his knife. Your breath hitched, and you fought hard to stay quiet, pushing any and all thoughts aside, shoving lamenting to the recesses of your brain.

“Hm, quite a recluse, aren’t we?” He sighed, exaggerated and exasperated, growing tired with your state of hiding. He knew that you were close, that you were here in the room with him. One of the shelving units happened to obscure you from sight, but not for much longer.

The man clicked his tongue, tapping the blade of his knife against the top of the table. His movements were akin to a seasoned predator, searching for his prey, eerie-blue eyes fluttering over his surroundings. You couldn’t stay hidden forever, and as much as he thought about waiting you out, he was growing impatient.

He stalked forward, standing only a few inches away from the shelving unit and table you were huddled underneath, and it allowed you a closer look at him, even if it was dark. Moonlight pooled inside of the room, pale slivers dancing across his pale skin, one side of his face marred and riddled with scars.

You almost let out a squeak of terror, shoving yourself as far back into the table as you could go, your legs beginning to shake. He was so close, and if you were to reach out, you might’ve been able to touch him with enough straining. Your teeth were sinking into the flesh of your palm to keep from making noise, no matter how much it might’ve hurt.

“Where could you be, darling?” He hummed, gaze flickering toward the shelves and tables on his left. There was something terrifying about his glower, laced with sinister intent, intermingled with a misplaced adoration. Placing the knife back into his belt for now, he walked forward, giving you the illusion that he was searching elsewhere.

With an indomitable amount of strength, he wrenched backwards, gripping the table you were hiding underneath, and practically tossed it to one side, watching it fly across the splintered floorboards. He heard you scream, paralyzed and trembling where you sat, clad in the jumpsuit of a patient.

“There you are, my love.” He purred, standing tall above you, clasping his hands together. There was nowhere for you to go — you were trapped, pinned within the jaws of this man. “Not such a recluse now, I see.” The man grabbed you by the back of the jumpsuit, hauling you forward.

“P—Please don’t kill me!” You wailed, whimpering when he jerked you forward with an inhuman amount of strength. He dragged you from the darkness and into the vast stretch of moonlight upon the floor, and it hurt to feel some of the splinters catching upon your skin. “Please!” You begged.

The man was quick to crouch down on top of you, so much bigger and much, much stronger. In such close proximity, he was more human than the rest of them in appearance, save for that tangled web of livid scars on the right side of his face. His eyes were bloodshot, a sea of red around cerulean irises. A snarl left him when you wriggled underneath him, hands tangled into the front of your jumpsuit.

You were no patient — not at all, he realized.

You were clever enough to disguise yourself as one, for whatever purpose, but he wasn’t blind, and he wasn’t stupid. There were no female patients at Mount Massive Asylum — at least, none that he hadn’t created himself. Wherever you were from, whatever you were doing in this place, he took it as a sign that you were placed here just for him.

Why else would you be here?

Grasping your chin within his hand, he inspected you, your pretty face and doe-like stare, the small cut you’d endured along your jaw — nothing that he couldn’t fix for you before the wedding. You became quiet, letting out the occasional whimper, and you didn’t struggle nearly as much as he thought you would. The pad of his thumb stroked across your skin, brows furrowing together.

“So beautiful,” He uttered, lips curling into a lovesick grin. “It seems that I won’t have to do any sort of alterations this time.” You were perfect — at last, had he found his true love? Confusion permeated your gaze, accompanied by a furrowed brow yourself as you were completely still underneath him. No use in fighting to make it worse, you figured. “Marvelous.”

Alterations? You were baffled — this man was caught within his own nightmarish fantasy, just like the rest of the patients. You shivered when he caressed your cheek, your chest rising and falling with your quick, labored breathing. He terrified you, but not nearly as much as some of the patients you’d encountered here.

“So very quiet, aren’t we?” His thumb trailed across your lower lip, head cocked to one side. “You do speak, don’t you darling? It would be a shame if I couldn’t hear you,” His sigh was exaggerated, dramatic. He clicked his tongue, reveling in your softness. You were the silkiest thing he’d touched in ages. “Especially on our wedding night.”

Trapped underneath him, you didn’t even know what to say — words coagulated within the back of your throat, unable to force themselves out. Your breathing was sporadic and panicked; you were a canary caught within the jaws of a cat. He held your face with a strong grip, one that was demanding and not entirely gentle, commanding your attention.

“Wh—What are you going to do to me?” You gushed, swallowing hard as the man released your face, gloved hand falling to your sternum. The way he towered over you and enveloped you was wholly intimidating, and you wouldn’t dare try and fight this man, no matter how he presented himself. You ogled the knife on his belt, instead.

“What you were made for,” He uttered, palm finally coming to rest across your belly. “To be my beloved bride,” He leaned in toward your face, inhaling a gust of your saccharine scent. “To bear my children.” You couldn’t tell if he was serious, but his tone indicated that this was what he planned to do to you.

It sounded insane, but it was ultimately better than dying. Your head told you to run, to scream and flee, but you were fighting against all rationale. If you could subdue him, maybe it would be easier to get away. You couldn’t tell if he was toying with you, but it didn’t seem that way. You remembered the hand-stitched wedding dresses you saw when you’d first escaped downstairs.

You said nothing — maybe it was shock, the words coagulating within the back of your throat, or maybe you were unwilling to speak. Your chest rose and fell at a panicked pace, heart hammering so hard that it rang out within your ears. This man was glowering down upon you with a twisted smile, trapped within fantasy and not reality.

“Use your words, darling. I would hate to pry that mouth of yours open,” His words took on some frightening edge, dark and dangerous as he squeezed your chin so hard that you whimpered, and you opened your mouth right then. “Such beauty.” He sighed, petting your side with his other hand.

Tears pricked your eyes, and you reluctantly spoke, your tone kept sickeningly sweet in an attempt to subdue him. “Marriage?” You breathed, swallowing hard as you put on some sort of facade. “Ar—Aren’t you going to propose?” You inquired, and that seemed to delight your future “husband”.

He hummed, hastily removing something from one of the breast pockets of his crudely-made vest. “Of course,” He purred, and sure enough, he presented you with a tarnished, silver ring, topped in tiny diamonds and crusted crimson. You wondered whose finger he cut off to obtain the trinket. “There we are.”

Snatching ahold of your hand, he practically jammed it onto your left ring finger, no matter how ill-fitted it happened to be. You gulped, hand trembling throughout the whole ordeal as he managed to get it onto your hand. The ring would’ve been pretty if it weren’t for the environment, the dingy blood, or the man forcing it onto your hand.

“Now it’s official.” You squeaked, your finger throbbing with pain as you let your palm settle next to you. There was a tremulous tremor within the bottom of your throat, making your voice quiver whenever you spoke. It was some conscious response to fear, to the amount of stress you were feeling in that very moment.

Sweeping you off of your feet, your newfound groom held you like a blushing bride, squeezing you against his wide chest. His countenance was contorted into a lovesick grin, glittering eyes glowering down at you, but there was some unhinged malevolence behind it, lingering beneath the surface.

He carried you through his labyrinth of sewing machines and wreckage, humming to himself as he made his way toward the torture table. You almost gasped when you saw one of the patients bound and wailing on the wooden surface, completely stripped bare. His skin was mottled and strange, like the rest of the patients here.

You looked away, breath hitching within your throat, and your new companion seemed to notice your immediate discomfort. “If his screams bother you, darling, I will get rid of the little whore.” He murmured, and you shook your head. You weren’t about to have anymore blood on your hands.

You had no idea where he was hauling you off to — you could barely remember the way out, if there was any getting out at all. This man seemed far more cunning and more intelligent than most of the patients here, just as brutal and crazed as the rest of them. You intended on playing the long game, making him as docile as possible first.

“Oh, my love,” He sighed, pressing his lips against the top of your head, “I am so fortunate to have found you. I certainly hope that none of those filthy creatures have laid their hands upon you.” It was all said with such sincerity that you knew, for him, it was completely real — but delusional, all the same. “I will take such good care of you, I swear it.”

This was insanity — you should’ve run when you had the chance, try to find your way out of this hellish labyrinth, but it was too late now, wasn’t it? Tears pricked at your eyes, but you worked swiftly to blink them away, pressing your tongue against the inside of your cheek. You didn’t know what to say or how to respond to whatever left this man’s mouth.

Even if it all sounded outlandish and strange, you needed to keep up the facade, you needed to subdue him, get him to trust you. Playing along was the only way that you knew how. “Thank you,” Your voice seemed much steadier than you thought it would. “For taking care of me, Mr. Gluskin.” Despite the anxiousness wrought within your tone, he paid it no mind.

This was a maze — a horrible, bloody maze. The more this man winded through corridors, marked by crimson stains and the stench of decay, the more your heart sank into the pit of your stomach. You were involuntarily clutching onto him out of fear, attempting to suppress your shudder as he passed by a set of doors — you swore you saw hanging bodies.

“How formal,” He uttered, lifting an eyebrow before shaking his head. “It’s Eddie, darling.” Eddie Gluskin — the man downstairs. You nodded several times over, terrified of upsetting the man. As Gluskin took you deeper into the depraved clutches of his own personal hell, you subtly searched for exits, for windows, any shred of potential escape.

At last, he arrived at a room at the very end of a corridor — a dead-end, of course. Wherever you were, it looked like a wing for a handful of patients. Moonlight pooled within the confines of Gluskin’s quarters, windows barred by wrought-iron bars, the pounding of rain reverberating against bulletproof glass. He locked the door behind him, unceremoniously depositing you onto his unkempt bed.

Scrambling to gather yourself, your gaze tore away from the macabre scenery of his room and toward the crazed man himself, eyes glistening like pinpoints of bright light. Gluskin only stood a few feet away from you, but the distance seemed so thin, as if he were pressed against you, weighing you down with his indomitable presence.

The sinful, hungry sheen within his stare only solidified why he’d brought you here — your stomach sloshed with a turbulent worry, goosebumps collecting themselves at the base of your spine. An equivocal tension built between the both of you, marked with your mounting awareness and Eddie’s violent lust. The gleam of the knife caught upon silvery rays — you knew you needed to tread carefully.

“Irresistible you,” Eddie crooned, his voice emerging as that familiar husky lull he’d used with you upon your first encounter. “I must admit to my vulgarities, darling.” He hesitated, breathing uneven and tight with excitement as he stalked closer, akin to that of a fearsome predator. “I don’t think that I can wait until our wedding night.”

Swallowing hard, you felt the knot within your gut, words coagulating within the bottom of your throat, unable to emerge to the surface. Your digits wrenched themselves into the sheets beneath you, heart hammering so hard that it threatened to burst from your chest. You were afraid, you were nervous — but you knew better.

Rejecting Gluskin would only spell your doom, and so you played along, played right into his hand, into his maddening delusions of lust and of eternal matrimony. Your lips parted, and only a stuttering breath emerged, your eyes fluttering between his grinning visage and the bloodstained knife hanging from his hip.

“You know how a man gets when he wants a woman.”

Eddie’s voice was nothing more than some seductive purr, and admittedly, you found it alluring, deep down. It was vile to come to the conclusion that you were getting some sliver of enjoyment out of this, and you wanted to vomit, but you steeled yourself instead. The closer he stepped, the more you crumbled underneath the lascivious ogling he gave you.

You’ve never done this before — you’ve never been in this situation. It certainly wasn’t playing out how you expected it to be within your mind, but that's besides the point. “I’ve — I’ve never …” You left your sentence vague, but your implications ignited something dark and deadly within Gluskin.

“Oh?”

At last, there was nowhere left to go, the Groom looming directly in front of you, a malignant shadow that refused to depart. You caught the pearlescent sheen of his teeth through the caliginous room, feeling unnerved at the sight of his countenance. His grin was wolfish, chilling — it sank right into your bones, making you shiver.

“Saving yourself for me,” Eddie hummed, gaze raking across your form before he motioned toward your threadbare, bloodied garments. “Remove your clothes.” He stepped back enough to allow you proper room, but he wanted to watch for his own enjoyment, watch you unwrap before his very eyes.

Your hands trembled as you sheepishly unfastened the buttons at the top of the patient’s jumpsuit, attempting to suppress your nervousness. Your obedience was enthralling to Gluskin, whose hands tightened into fists in order to restrain himself, knuckles white underneath his gloves. He watched you like a predator would watch prey — obsessed, ravenous.

Sucking in a sharp breath, tears pricked at your eyes, but you fought against them, quivering as you peeled off the top of your jumpsuit, letting the tarnished fabric collect around your hips. Sheepishly, you adjusted yourself enough to wriggle the jumpsuit past your thighs, discarding it in a pile onto the splintered floorboards.

Instinct told you to shield yourself from this man’s grotesque stare, but you didn’t, sitting in your undergarments with skin so hot that you felt completely feverish. Laid bare before your newfound ‘husband’, his breath hitched, surveying your flesh, the canvas of perfection set before him.

“You must lack proper hearing, darling,” Eddie rasped, taking one step forward, “I didn’t say to stop, did I? It would be unwise to keep your beloved waiting.” He reveled in your doe-eyed stare, throat tensing, jaw tightening as you nodded, fingers clamoring toward the metal hooks at the center of your back.

Shrinking underneath his stare, you hastily removed your brassiere, terrified of the consequences if you went any slower. However, your mind bristled with an idea — your mouth began to move before you could make a rational decision. “Maybe you could remove the last piece?” You asked, bewildered by the sultriness that permeated your tone.

Christ, you were so fucked — you’ve never been looked at in the way that Gluskin stared at you, as if you were the incarnation of perfection, living and breathing, placed before him. You despised yourself, hated that you reveled in the way he worshipped you through eyes alone.

Foaming at the mouth, Eddie swarmed forward, brazenly stepping in between your legs, absentmindedly licking at his lower lip. “You’ve found your voice,” He purred, inhaling a gust of your saccharine scent. “Such a little whore, aren’t you? I find myself unsurprised,” Those strong hands curled into the waistband of your panties. “Always the quiet ones.”

You nearly choked, hands flying toward his biceps, thick and taut underneath the dirtied fabric of his dress shirt. You hoped that you weren’t thinking straight, prepared to excuse this all away by means of fear and intimidation, but you couldn’t — desire crept into your mind, poisoning all sense of coherency.

He kissed you then and there, devouring your mouth with a sloppy passion, if one could call it that. It was domineering, hellbent on making you fully succumb, but to your chagrin, you were reciprocating his kiss, clutching onto him for dear life. You were cursing yourself tenfold for this — maybe it didn’t matter now.

A sonorous groan fell upon your lips, and Gluskin didn’t remain static for very long. Wandering hands wrenched your panties aside, just enough for his fingers to deftly stroke at your slit. You gasped, hips involuntarily jolting into the sensation of his hand. It ignited a fire within the pit of your belly, a fire that now demanded to be extinguished.

“Darling,” Eddie hummed, brazenly licking at the corner of your mouth, “So soft, so …” He kissed you again, famished and in desperate need of your embrace, rutting his fingers into your clit. A grunt ripped past his throat when you ground yourself into his hand again. “So very needy, aren’t we? I’d like to remedy that.”

You wanted to beg so bad — you couldn’t. It would leave you stranded with nothing but regret if you did, but he touched you with such want that it sent you spiraling. You were going to surrender your virtue to this man — this monster, this deranged killer.

So be it, then. You were tossing caution to the wind.

After he stroked at your soaked cunt, he brought his fingers to his mouth, greedily sucking on glistening digits before he let out some strangled noise. “You taste divine,” He panted, clicking his tongue. “If you behave, perhaps your husband will reward you.” Gluskin growled, pressing a palm into your chest as he pushed you down.

Squirming and writhing atop the mattress, you listened to the unbuckling of his belt, watching him wrench his vest open, buttons ripping from their sockets. He was deliciously toned, some bulky mass of musculature, some of the scarring having made its way down his collarbone. You wanted to hate him, and you couldn’t.

You couldn’t.

“You are going to make an excellent mother,” Gluskin husked, hunching over you, animalistic and tangled up within his own fervor and fantasies. He spread your legs apart, teeth gnashing together as he freed his cock, unbearably hard and slathered with precum. “Swollen with my seed,” He groaned, guiding himself to your cunt. “A gift to be savored.”

He was going to break you in half — you had no idea of what to expect, but your lovesick paramour was very well-endowed. Gluskin was cunning enough to pick up upon the momentary terror that settled within your gaze, and he grunted, callously pushing his cock inside of you without much warning at all.

You whimpered, crying out in both shock and uncertainty, but after pain, came pleasure. It was all rushed — it lacked tact, it lacked any shred of romanticism, all falsified within the twisted mind of Gluskin. He set an uneven, sporadic pace from the very beginning, pent-up and needing you.

“Let me,” Each word was enunciated with the brutal thrust of his hips, cock driving into your tight cunt with no amount of gentleness. “Let me fill you up.” Eddie snarled, growing somewhat impatient as he attempted to find some sort of rhythm. One hand settled against the swell of your hips, thumb caressing along the side of your stomach.

A wanton moan tore past your lips as you held onto him for dear life, eyes squeezed shut, your stomach flooding with a rush of relief. Warmth pooled between your thighs, and the more your arousal grew, the easier it became for Gluskin to fuck you without much hindrance. It wasn’t perfect — it was a little uncomfortable, his pace, but you didn’t care.

Grunts and snarls emerged from the man above you, voice strained with exertion as he let his other hand tangle around your throat. His grasp wasn’t exactly suffocating, but it was far from tender, thumb pressing just above your pulse point. Wisps of air were stolen from your lungs, but not enough to draw concern.

Gluskin rutted into you like a man possessed, groaning all the while, wanting to cum inside of you so very terribly. He fantasized about what you might look like, doting and full with his child, providing him with the family he’d always craved. Lacking the proper upbringing, he would replace such neglect with you — with a new life, with his aspirations.

His mind turned salacious very quickly, beginning to focus on now — on stuffing you with his seed, fucking you until every shred of energy was expended. Your cunt clenched around his cock, and you sang to him with your symphony of needy whimpers and mewls, panting his name as if it were the only word you knew.

“You like this, don’t you?” Eddie rumbled, pervious to your arousal — your subdued demeanor had only given way to the festering desire inside of you as he destroyed your walls. “Oh, you whorish madonna,” An amorous chuckle escaped him, followed by a breathy growl. He didn’t pause, no stopping him as his cock battered your poor, abused cunt. “I want to hear you say it.” He snapped.

Gluskin had flipped a switch inside of you — you wanted this so badly. The life you desired had been stolen from you when your engagement broke into a thousand pieces, and now, he was giving you everything. Albeit, he went about it in such horrible ways, but you couldn’t keep lying. You loved this.

“I—I want you so bad,” You whimpered, unable to stop yourself, now. “Please,” Doing the one thing you wouldn’t do — beg. “Eddie, please, please,” He was filling you up, cock pumping inside of you over and over again, pulsating with heat, fucking you ragged. “Cum inside of me.” The rational side of you cried out in dismay, in disappointment — you elected to ignore it entirely.

The noise that Gluskin made sent shockwaves right into the pit of your stomach, soaked slit giving way to the brutality of his thrusts. He stooped down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss, biting at the thin flesh, tasting a swarm of copper during the exchange. Eddie was frenzied, face burying itself into your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin, marking what now belonged to him.

With a strangled moan, you rolled your hips into his, feeling his cock pound into you until it could go no further, stretching your cunt with his size. Stinging bruises and bloodied marks were littered across both neck and collarbone, accompanying your myriad of injuries received from the rest of the Asylum. His hand held your throat, pressing underneath your jaw.

“Darling,” Eddie nearly moaned, using whatever wave of strength he had left to obliterate you, fucking you so hard that you swore you saw stars. His cock lewdly slapped into your womb, aiming to fill you up, carrying out his goal of breeding you. “Such a sin, you filthy,” He panted, sticking two fingers into your mouth, “Filthy little slut.” He rasped.

Sputtering and choking around his fingers, you felt them press toward the back of your throat, and you wanted to fly off the edge. Gluskin’s cock didn’t stop, not for a second, fucking you into oblivion, pulsating with heat, making sure each thrust reached for your insides. The tension was climbing, the coil threatening to burst for the both of you.

The sight of you gagging and sucking on his fingers was what really did it — Gluskin saw right through you like a thin, threadbare veil. You were just as desperate as he was, and his lips curled into some devilish grin, throwing you off-guard. “You’ll be perfect,” He grunted, purring next to the shell of your ear, “I am going to make you perfect.” Eddie snarled, and that’s when you came undone.

You felt weightless, floating — you made a mess all over his cock, tendrils of drool leaking from the corners of your mouth as he kept his fingers lodged into your mouth. Tears stung at your eyes, and instead of fighting them off as you had for so long, you let yourself sob from the pleasure.

Eddie’s hips finally lost their unyielding brutality, stuttering as he came inside of you, buried so deep that you thought he’d snap you into two. Rope after rope of hot, virile seed pumped inside of you, coating your insides, leaving you unbelievably full. He rasped and grunted, hunched in above you as he bred you.

He was staring at you again, slowly drawing his fingers out of your mouth before wrenching his hand around your chin. The suddenness of his gesture took you by surprise, but this hold wasn’t nearly as painful as the one he’d executed earlier.

Gluskin kept himself inside of you, ensuring that his attempt at a legacy be sealed, thumb tracing across your bloodied lower lip. His countenance contorted into one of pure delusions, an unrestrained obsession, the swell of possessiveness that threatened to swallow you whole. He wrapped an arm underneath you, pressing you close to his chest, lips lingering next to the shell of your ear.

“In sickness and in health.”