#stay a while starchild

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Today's song is Stay a While, Starchild by Sati featuring the Vocaloid Kaito

[bongsuvn]

Art by Not A Starchild

HỒ XUÂN HƯƠNG WAS A BISEXUAL?

(Tiếng Việt ở dưới)

Hồ Xuân Hương 胡春香 (1772 – 1822) was one of the greatest poets in Vietnamese history, nicknamed Lady of Nôm Poetry. Most of Hồ Xuân Hương’s works were able to escape the constrained restrictions of traditional literature to reveal her own voice; many called her distinctive language as “serenely profane.” Her poems were famous for their bold sensuality, especially her direct yet flowery depictions of sexual intercourse, completely different from the folk poems of similar motifs by Vietnamese women.

“Congratulations to whoever, skillfully Planted the four posts of the swing, beautifully. Some people climb aboard to swing, while others Are just quiet onlookers, observing and smiling. Curving his knees, the boy arches his back. Twisting her wasp waist, the girl pushes her bosom. Four pink pant-tails are flapping in the wind. Two pairs of jade legs stretch side by side. For these spring games, how many know its true meaning? Once the posts are removed, lie deserted holes!” (The Swing)

However, Hồ Xuân Hương not only liked to describe copulation between men and women, but she also enjoyed detailing the female form through sensuous imagery, as if she herself were being enchanted by her own words.

“My body is both white and round, In water and hills, I now swim, now sink. Whether I be soft or hard, depends on your playful hand, But I still shall keep my true red heart.” (The Floating Cake, Copy of Xuân Hương Poetry version)

“A gorge, a gorge, and yet, the same old gorge. Praise to whoever has gouged out this scene: A lurid red cave with a bushy arch, And rich green boulders covered with algae. Now the stiff wind blows, shaking pine branches. Dewdrops dripping from willow leaves. You who are virtuous, or saintly, who hasn’t tried, Even with weak knees, exhausted feet, to mount it?” (Ode to Ba Dội Gorge, Recorded Collection of National Literature version)

“Summer breeze gently flows from the east, A girl lies to rest but she slips into a deep sleep. Her bamboo comb is loosely attached to her hair, Her pink undergarment drops low on her waist. Virgin dew still veils her two fairy mounts, Water has yet flown through her garden of paradise. Upon noticing, a gentleman hesitates to pass by, Much difficult to leave but troubled if he stays.” (Ode to Sleep, Recorded Collection of National Literature version)

Normally, these poems were analyzed through heteronormative lens, in which Hồ Xuân Hương saw herself as the women in her works, displaying the feminine sexual power under Vietnam’s patriarchal oppression. However, when applying queer theory, these works could be viewed from a different perspective: Hồ Xuân Hương might’ve been writing from the man’s point of view. This was merely a hypothesis, but if the phenomenon of feminized Confucian scholars existed, then there could also exist a masculinized female scholar. Under queer theory, if Hồ Xuân Hương was indeed writing under a male gaze, her works would explode in homoerotic sensuality, particularly of sapphic nature.

Furthermore, Hồ Xuân Hương also had a poem addressed to a woman named Mộng Lan (literally “orchid dream”). There were many theories to explain this work: maybe Mộng Lan was the nickname of a certain man; maybe Mộng Lan was a close friend of hers. But once the poem’s atmosphere was clearly displayed, one could feel the evocation of romance.

“The wind already blows orchid breeze, But the air grows cooler as we meet. The ode to snow continues to echo, My unfinished wine cup still awaits the moon. Chariots, cannons, and horses fight bravely on the chessboard, The instrument strings in twangs and twings, To whoever dreams of my soulmate, Please don’t hesitate to speak.” (To the Flirtatious Lady Mộng Lan, Collection of Unwanted Weed version)

Did the Lady of Nôm Poetry not only write to undermine the Confucian patriarchy, to challenge the oppression of female sexual expression, but also to break the standard of sexuality and gender identity? Could she not only like men, but also women? Could she be bisexual?

In the 17th and 18th centuries, Vietnamese society suffered greatly under the ravaging wars between Cochinchina and Tonkin. While Cochinchina of the south was more relaxed in ideologies, the northern Tonkin was restricted greatly due to Confucianism. According to historian Tạ Chí Đại Trường, due to political and moral suppression, many northern Vietnamese authors would borrow the perspectives and words of women, essentially hiding under a feminine shadow, writing metaphors through another gender. They became known as feminized Confucian scholars. He also noted that many scholars also hid under the pen name of Hồ Xuân Hương.

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HỒ XUÂN HƯƠNG LÀ SONG TÍNH LUYẾN ÁI?

Hồ Xuân Hương 胡春香 (1772 – 1822) là một đại thi hào của Việt Nam, được mệnh danh là Bà chúa thơ Nôm 婆主詩喃. Hầu hết thi ca Hồ Xuân Hương theo dòng chảy chung đã thoát được các quan niệm sáng tác cố hữu vốn đề cao niêm luật chặt chẽ để bộc lộ được tiếng nói của thời đại mình; có nhiều người cho rằng đặc sắc của thơ bà là “thanh thanh tục tục 清清俗俗.” Thơ của Hồ Xuân Hương nổi tiếng táo bạo, đầy gợi cảm, đặc biệt là các bài miêu tả giao hợp rất chân thật, bạch hoá tình dục một cách khác hoàn toàn các thơ ca dao cùng mô típ của phụ nữ Việt Nam.

“Bốn cột khen ai khéo khéo trồng, Người thì lên đánh kẻ ngồi trông. Trai co gối hạc khom khom cật, Gái uốn lưng ong ngửa ngửa lòng. Bốn mảnh quần hồng bay phấp phới, Hai hàng chân ngọc duỗi song song. Chơi xuân đã biết xuân chăng tá, Cọc nhổ đi rồi, lỗ bỏ không!” (Đánh đu)

Thế nhưng, Hồ Xuân Hương không chỉ thích miêu tả tình dục giữa trai với gái, mà còn thích diễn tả thân thể phụ nữ một cách mê hoặc gợi tình, như thể bà cũng đang bị từng chữ của mình hấp dẫn vào.

“Thân em vừa trắng lại vừa tròn, Bảy nổi ba chìm mấy nước non. Mềm rắn nhờ tay quân tử vọc, Khăng khăng vẫn giữ tấm lòng son.” (Bánh trôi nước, bản Xuân Hương thi sao 春香詩抄)

“Một đèo một đèo lại một đèo, Khen ai khéo đặt cảnh cheo leo. Cửa son đỏ hoét tùm um móc, Hòn đá xanh rì lún phún rêu. Lắt lẻo cành thông cơn gió thốc, Đầm đìa lá liễu giọt sương gieo. Hiền nhân quân tử ai là chẳng, Mỏi gối chồn chân vẫn muốn trèo.” (Vịnh đèo Ba Dội, bản Quốc văn tùng kí 國文叢記)

“Mùa hè hây hẩy gió nồm đông, Tiên nữ nằm chơi quá giấc nồng. Lược trúc chải cài trên mái tóc, Yếm đào trễ xuống dưới nương long. Ðôi gò Bồng Đảo sương còn ngậm, Một lạch Đào Nguyên suối chửa thông. Quân tử dùng dằng đi chẳng dứt, Đi thì cũng dở ở sao xong.” (Vịnh nằm ngủ, bản Quốc văn tùng kí 國文叢記)

Bình thường thì những câu thơ này đều được phân tích theo định chuẩn hoá dị tính, là bà xem mình trong quan điểm của các cô gái trong thơ, hiển thị sức mạnh tình dục của đàn bà dưới áp chế của phụ hệ. Thế nhưng, nếu ứng dụng thuyết lệch pha, thì có thể xem các loạt thơ này dưới ánh nhìn khác: Hồ Xuân Hương có thể đang viết dưới quan điểm của các quân tử. Đây chỉ là giả thuyết, nhưng nếu đã có hiện tượng nhà Nho lại cái, thì không việc gì cái không thể lại nhà Nho. Nếu đọc các câu thơ dưới thuyết lệch pha, là bà thơ Nôm đang viết dưới ánh nhìn của đàn ông, thì thơ sẽ biểu lộ rạch ròi những miêu tả gợi cảm hướng tới cảm quan đồng tính, cụ thể là đồng tính nữ.

Không chỉ thế, Hồ Xuân Hương còn có một bài thơ gửi một nữ sĩ tên Mộng Lan. Có nhiều thuyết để giải thích thơ: có thể Mộng Lan là biệt danh của một chàng trai nào đó; có thể Mộng Lan là bạn thân thiết của bà. Nhưng nếu diễn lại cảnh trong thơ, thì cũng có thể gợi ra các yếu tố lãng mạn.

“Gió thổi hơi Lan đã mát lừng, Tự nhiên gặp gỡ cũng vì chưng. Câu thơ Vịnh tuyết còn văng vẳng, Chén rượu chờ trăng vẫn ngấn lưng. Cờ muốn thi gan xe pháo mã, Đàn còn lựa gảy tính tình tưng. Nhắn ai mơ kẻ tri âm đó, Xin ngỏ lời ra chớ ngập ngừng.” (Gởi tao nương Mộng Lan 寄騷娘夢蘭, bản Tạp thảo tập 雜草集)

Phải chăng Hồ Xuân Hương đương thời viết thơ không chỉ để đá xéo chế độ phụ hệ Nho giáo, đập tan sự áp bức của chuẩn mực tình dục, mà còn vượt rào tiêu chuẩn của tính dục và giới tính? Phải chăng bà không chỉ thích nam giới, mà còn thích nữ giới? Phải chăng bà là song tính luyến ái?

Vào thế kỉ 17 đến 18, xã hội Việt Nam có nhiều biến động với sự chia cắt Đàng Trong và Đàng Ngoài. Khi Đàng Trong có vẻ phóng khoáng hơn, thì Đàng Ngoài, những Nho sĩ bị cấm đoán nhiều hơn. Theo lí giải của nhà sử học Tạ Chí Đại Trường 謝志大長, chính sự đè nén về chính trị và đạo đức đã khiến một bộ phận tác giả mượn lời người nữ, núp bóng đàn bà, chuyển giới tưởng tượng để thác lời, sáng tác; họ trở thành những nhà Nho lại cái. Ông cũng cho rằng đã có vài Nho gia núp bóng dưới cái tên của Hồ Xuân Hương.

__________ Tham khảo: talawas.org/talaDB/showFile.php?res=10067&rb=0102 thivien.net/Hồ-Xuân-Hương/author-PBy92bBuBMMs53v9tc9E0A tienve.org/home/literature/viewLiterature.do?action=viewArtwork&artworkId=3830

__________ *Định chuẩn hoá dị tính (heteronormativity): niềm tin dị tính xác định qua chuẩn mực hệ nhị phân giới để áp đặt lên lối sống, suy nghĩ, lịch sử, văn hoá của con người lẫn động vật, xem những thứ không chuẩn mực với hệ nhị phân giới là bất thường, không tự nhiên

*Hệ nhị phân giới (gender binary): sự phân loại giới thành hai thái cực đối lập nhau, hoặc là nam, hoặc là nữ, thường theo hệ thống xã hội hoặc theo từng vùng văn hoá

*Thuyết lệch pha (queer theory): một lí thuyết phê bình văn học chuyên quan tâm đến giới tính, tính dục, và tình dục; mục tiêu bao trùm là để giải cấu trúc các chuẩn mực trong xã hội, cụ thể là định chuẩn hoá dị tính, đồng thời điều tra cách thức và lí do chúng ra đời

*Cảm quan đồng tính (homoerotism): nhận thức và cảm nhận hướng tới đồng tính luyến ái

*Đồng tính nữ (lesbian): người phụ nữ bị lôi cuốn trên phương diện tình dục hoặc tình yêu bởi những người phụ nữ khác

*Song tính luyến ái (bisexuality): mối quan hệ hay chỉ sự hấp dẫn tình cảm hoặc tình dục của một người với hai giới tính, nam và nữ, hoặc là nhiều hơn một phái tính hay giới tính

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hi I'm looking for this fic and I couldn't find it in the library but in the fic I think Blaine is older and is siblings with Rachel (anderberry) and Kurt is friends with Rachel and Kurt is obsessed with star child and there's a concert happening where Blaine lives but Mercedes and Tina can't make it so Blaine agrees to take Kurt and let's him stay over at his house for a few days with Burt's permission and Blaine has a tattoo of Kurt's name on his chest or something? And I think there's a continuation of the story where Blaine has to move in with Kurt and Rachel after a while for some reason and at that point they had already broken up and all this happened without Rachel knowing.

That's all I remember

Hello! That is -

The Underneath verse by @little-escapist

Part 1 - Soundcheck

Before a concert, there's a soundcheck to make sure that everything works as it should.

In high school, Kurt Hummel makes friends. Those friends lead him to new music, which in turn leads him to accepting himself. Somewhere along the way he meets his friend's big brother, Blaine - and that, more than anything else, changes everything.

Or, the AU where Adam Lambert is Elliott Starchild is Adam Lambert.

Part 2 - The Concert

The concert, the main event: through music, you can go through many emotions like excitement, joy, sadness, love, pleasure and even heartbreak.

Kurt is going to see Elliott Starchild live in concert with his friend Rachel's big brother Blaine. That concert begins a journey he never thought he'd find himself on. Can dreams really come true?

Part 3 - Encore

Just when you think it's all over, it's time for encore.

Kurt is living his best life with Rachel in New York. He is a student in NYADA, he got a small role in a movie, and befriended his idol, Elliott Starchild. Everything comes to halt when Rachel tells him that her brother is moving in with them. Little does she know that her brother also happens to be Kurt's ex.

~jen

[stuckasmain]

Dave’s old life is cast aside and he is reborn (semi-literally) as a star child. It is an ending that has left many baffled, including me, but is ultimately a touching end and beginning.

Dave ends the story an evolved being, yet not so far detached from his human origin. He still has a great deal of emotion and curiosity - he becomes a baby because he simply is one when it comes to understanding the universe. He could go anywhere, do anything and yet he goes to earth. He goes and watches over it like a shiny toy, while his physical ties have been severed he’s still attached to it- almost like a mother, if we stay with the baby metaphor.

Eventually he will move on from it but for now he is a protector of sorts. The guardian of earth. He stops the bomb not for his own sake but because he simply wants humanity to continue on- he stops a potential doomsday!

It’s too bad this is completely uprooted in the following bits of the series. He is “beyond” emotion, he is on Europa. I would be fine if the evolution or planet was focused on even remotely besides the same few paragraphs, he’s transformed and cast aside. All of the prior meaning is rebuked, all of his humanity removed. See it wasn’t the transformation that did it but the story itself— as it decided to pivot and couldn’t just have him watching. He must be a blank slate. He must be elsewhere- he can’t even enjoy watching the other planet or if he does we don’t really hear of it.

Dave becomes more of a plot device than a person, as a star child there’s so many facinating things you could do with him. For one thing a dressing the trauma that came from that and before, and — again either guardian of earth - self chosen- or we actually see his involvement elsewhere. He becomes a just as much of a tool as the monolith.

Not only is his humanity stripped but his agency, in 2010 he describes himself as a dog on a leash a good number of times. While I absolutely adore that metaphor, it’s so tragic and not even acknowledged as such?! (Again so much could be considered cosmic horror and it’s either had waved or blankly accepted) he went from a near omnipotent being to LOSING LARGE CHUNKS OF TIME AND BEING USED AS A PROBE. He’s suddenly beyond humanity when he was so attached before; he becomes apathetic incredibly fast. (Which, as a immortal being is understandable but it’s absolutely unearned and not in character) -> my issue isn’t with him becoming a tool of some higher power it’s that it’s sort of hand waved “it is how it is” and not addressed how messed up and interesting it is.

Now I’ve yet to read 3001 but my point here broadly stands. I fully believe it should’ve ended after 2010, as it comes across as very very clear it was a two book story and 2061 is a whole separate one with some characters tossed into it.

Arcs were over. There was a bit more explanation as to what happened in the first one; we got closure alongside Heywood. Things were set up for the future but it was more in a way for you to view them as fully developed not exactly a sequel. (Like the Hal 10,000 idea). It’s frustrating because Dave as a Starchild can lead to so many interesting things and it was a beautiful idea in 2001 but … after that it mistreats and mischarectetizes Him so fast in a way that frustrates me to no end. Maybe if there was an actual focus or exploration I could understand the direction but making him a cut out god figure is such a sad end.

A child of the stars still clinging to its former life, its humanity…

Oh what could have been. I’d like to imagine Dave would’ve never completely… not been Dave, yes over centuries he may subdue emotions, his interest may waver but what we get is a name and maybe some memory.

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Clarification:

I fully enjoy 2010, my issues with Dave in that are minimal just that it’s a little sad he swaps guardianship but I can understand. I was excited and interested in Europa… only for that too also get sort of ignored.

There’s also some interesting points to come out of 2061 - how the monolith works, conversing with Hal and he does seem to have a genuine interest in study but it’s also where he’s sort of a name drop and little else

It’s the stripping him of his emotion and character that really gets me - as it’s a route that isn’t earned as Clark absolutely does not write about trauma or if he does it’s a off handed “ok so everyone dying and the monolith was a little scary but now I’m blue and don’t care” it’s even true for human characters idk

I pick and choose what I want to keep from the further books honestly, we’ll see if 3001 fixes this or if this rant grows longer. I’m just sad, Dave’s such a fascinating character and he’s so mistreated?

[peanutbutter-doodles]

Dr. Love, 18+ Mdni

Characters : Paul Stanley, Ace Frehley, Gene Simmons.

Pairing : Stardemon/ Spacedemon/ Starspacedemon

Setting: ????

Au: N/A

Summary: ‘’Do you trust us?’’ Ace asked, Gene stopped. Wanting to hear, he leans back up.

‘’What?’’

‘’I said, do you trust us?’’ Ace asked, again. Seriously, which Paul answered…

‘’Yes…always…..Why?’’ Paul answered, a bit confused on why Ace would ask that knowing he trusted him with a lot of things he wouldn’t trust anyone with. He knew Gene for the longest time since the early days of wicked Lester, staying with him throughout it all when that band broke up thus starting another that led to Meeting the strange jendellian he came to know and love…

Ace, only coming in with two different sneakers and an attitude that used to bother the hell out of but he loved it like how he loved Ace for being his true self around him without a care in the world, bringing bits of Paul’s true self out too…

Opening up, like Gene did to him.

Peeling away the hard shell then softening and smoothing out the new one, making him feel like a…

True Shining star.

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⚠️Warnings: Spanking, Cum inflation, Creampie, Anal sex, Rough sex, Degradation, insults, praising ,threesomes, hole gaping, cum feeding, food sex kind of, crying, comfort, gentle sex, Aftercare, blood, marks, bruises, supernatural elements, nudity, sexual positions, Dumbification, sudrop, ending with a twist, Ask to tag.

Comments and Reblogs, are Deeply Appreciated!

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‘’HhnngHa~!’’

‘’So vocal.’’ Ace hummed, holding Paul tightly against his body. Stroking his head and gently rubbing down his back while Gene went crazy from the behind. Thrusting deeply inside with the poor with a force of a bull, pounding against his prostate madly while Ace was holding Paul and caressing him. Praising him, telling sweet nothings as Gene jackhammered deeper and more faster than ever before. Eventually, slamming into him which made Paul cry out from the brutal hit. ‘’And angelic too.’’

‘’Soo angelic, our little songbird.’’ Gene chuckled, thrusting slowly now. Listening into those mewls of Paul and those breaths of Ace when he spoke to him in a seductive voice that erupted from the spaceman that made him more Firey and desperate as time went on. Reveling in the compliments, those touches that Ace left on Paul’s head and back, the way he looked at him with a look of a god sent shocks throughout Gene’s body. Made him grip Paul’s asscheeks, licking his lips deviously. ‘’So…Angelic…Right Paul?’’ Gene asked, his nails digging into the bruised skin. Almost making it bleed, Paul shivered.

‘’ohhhh….’’

Breathing out into Ace’s neck, he mumbled quietly. Mewling out some incoherent words, hiding his face from the world as the demon and spaceman made vibrant love to him with their words, kisses and their bodies. Tightening his grip around Ace’s neck, holding him closer. Ace smiled, letting his hand stay on Paul’s hair for a little longer than usual. Knowing how much he becomes vulnerable and sometimes embarrassed from how loud he is or being naked, letting him and Gene take him in ways like no other. Granting him unmanageable pleasures, going on dates with each other like the movies, restaurants and occasionally having a night of letting go…

Just like this one.

Touching all over his body with their hands and mouths, their fingers going on or in him. Twisting or playing him like an instrument, tuning him so they can be able to be played, then putting him out on stage so he can perform like the beautiful starchild he was so he can sing his heart like the bright star he was to everyone and to them.

Showering him with love he craved and desired, they decided to give him a night where he can feel it for real..

Like always.

‘’He’s enjoying himself?’’ Gene grinned, bending down. Touching Paul’s back with his body, nearing Paul's ear. Hearing those hot breaths coming from out of those luscious lips, hardening Gene’s cock. Clearly hearing the noises that he and Ace are getting out of Paul, he rutted slowly inside the fleshy walls there were clenching around that cock of his as he prodded the prostate with a light tap. Paul hitched his breath, stomach coiled. 

‘’Definitely.’’ Ace answered, leaning his face towards Gene. They both kissed, their tongues intertwined with one another, slithering and slathering all over each other like snakes. Closing their mouths as saliva began to spread, nibbling each other's lips. Their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, deepthroating each other. Gene planted his hand on Paul’s while the other caressed Ace’s face.

The light from the moon glistened on their naked bodies, sweat dripping from them as Gene held Ace’s face in his hands, smooching him deeply and rocking back and forth inside Paul. massaging his insides, gripping his hand. Giving both of his lovers some dr. love, tasting some of the finests things in Ace’s esophagus, going deeper and deeper while Ace twirled his tongue around Gene’s. 

Tasting some of him too, his hand went into Gene’s hair. Yanking, pulling Gene closer to him as the heats inside them got more and more like a furnace. Their cocks became more stiff and leaking precum as Paul moaned. Feeling Ace’s long and thin cock after only feeling Gene’s caused him to hitch his breath, urging Ace and Gene to go further and further.

Saliva dripped from their mouths, faces growing hot, skins glowing, hair all over the place. Sticking to the backs of their necks. The chest hair from Gene’s chest rubbing into Paul’s back as the demon lazily bucked his hips. Bringing out the wail of the century from Paul, arching his back and finally getting away from the depths of Ace’s neck. Interrupting the intense makeout as the two both look in awe, staring at Paul with their gaze. Hearing him, as the moon shines on his face.

Those doe like eyes opening as a single tear slid down his face, shivering. Whimpering out….

‘’Ace…Gene…’’

Their names on his lips, with a voice like an angel.

Both of them stared in silence, planting their hands on his body once again in slow motion. Roaming all over, giving his body the worship he deserves as they fuck and kiss him with there swollen lips that were oozing with saliva. Coating him with their fluids, squishing the sides of him with their hands. Running them down too, feeling the scars, bruises, and the marks they have made when they’ve gotten rough or soft with each other.

Spreading his legs, Gene thrusted. Licking Paul’s ear, then biting down on it as Ace took him in his mouth like he did with Gene and continuing to do so as The demon started to go faster once again and jackhammered into him.

‘’Gene…’’

Paul uttered out, almost separating but Ace pulled him back in as he too started to thrust. Both of their cocks sliding against each other inside at the same pace, hitting the spot that makes Paul see stars and….

‘’ACE!!!’’

Become louder, both of them plunging deeper and harder into him. Balls deep, sounds of smacking flesh intensified as Ace smooched and Gene nibbled. Making the air more steamier and thinner, as things got intense. 

Hands went up to Paul’s chest, tweaking his nipples. Twisting and pinching them hard enough they’ve turned red, almost pulling at the amount of hair around them. Almost plucking them with the tips of their fingers, getting a few yelps and hitches of breaths but nonetheless some more moans in the process. Tongues licking in and out, lapping the starchild with more of their combined tastes and scents were becoming more like drugs as it intoxicated him while he breathed through his nostrils.

Fueling him, heating him up. Sweat brewed, slid and dribbled off of him and onto the heap of sheets underneath there bodies, staining it along with the array of pillows that were making them comfortable throughout the whole thing. More pleasurable like one of the hands pumping Paul's cock vigorously with ease granting him more fire to his core as Ace made love to his mouth.

His hole.

body.

Mind and…

Soul. 

Opening his soul up more to them, as Gene went to his neck to nibble while the ear that was being used was leaking with blood. Leaking down his skin, making Paul shudder between them. Swallowing some of Ace’s tongue down his throat, Ace chuckled. Pressing into Paul, thrusting upwards. Playing with his cock, balls, nipples, anything his hand got. He played and twisted them as Gene suckled and pierced into that soft skin.

Making and leaving a mark behind as he licked it all up then went back suckling on it like milk, pounding away along with Ace as they made Paul squeal and moan like a bitch in heat. Striking his prostate both at the same time with a vicious speed, it was getting harder to focus and control themselves as the moans gotten addicting to hear just like those pretty little browns that were staring at Ace which…

He broke apart the kiss, Paul whined but was silenced when Ace grabbed his chin.

Looking him in the eyes, breathing his hot and musky breath on him.

The mouth full of his saliva spilling out from the sides brought a moan out within Ace, leaning close to his lover. Hearing Gene grunt and growled, the bed creaking, smacking flesh and everything around them became silence as day. The stars glimmering up in the night sky, while the light flickered in the background while Paul shakily breathed, both of their eyes trembling, hearts racing, cores being overruned….

Everything was too much yet…

It was exhilarating.

‘’Do you trust us?’’ Ace asked, Gene stopped. Wanting to hear, he leans back up.

‘’What?’’

‘’I said, do you trust us?’’ Ace asked, again. Seriously, which Paul answered…

‘’Yes…always…..Why?’’ Paul answered, a bit confused on why Ace would ask that knowing he trusted him with a lot of things he wouldn’t trust anyone with. He knew Gene for the longest time since the early days of wicked Lester, staying with him throughout it all when that band broke up thus starting another that led to Meeting the strange jendellian he came to know and love…

Ace, only coming in with two different sneakers and an attitude that used to bother the hell out of but he loved it like how he loved Ace for being his true self around him without a care in the world, bringing bits of Paul’s true self out too…

Opening up, like Gene did to him.

Peeling away the hard shell then softening and smoothing out the new one, making him feel like a…

True Shining star.

A shining star that brightened up each time they were together, bringing a smile to Paul’s face as he responded again, clearly this time.

‘’Yes, Always. But, why?’’ He Responded, his lisp coming out a little.

In which Ace chuckled, grinning. Sitting up, fixing his position. Sitting with Paul in his lap, holding him as Gene fixed his position while the two of them sandwich him gently. Ace’s hands went around Paul’s waist, embracing him close enough to him. Nails scratching him lightly, as he sniffed up the lavender mixed in with vanilla scent directly up to his nostrils. Inflaming him with Paul’s scent as Gene moves swiftly yet carefully.

His hand reaches for the radio near the nightstand, turning up the music that would enhance this experience more while Paul is distracted, seeing a wicked glint in Ace’s eyes knowing what he’s planning for their dear beloved. Setting the music up to mid settings, picking up the remote controller, dimming the lights down so much the only thing that was bright was the moon outside gleaming with all the stars.

Reflecting through the windows and the eyes of the starchild who’s looking at Ace with such an angelic presence it was maddening, adding more heat to the fire and their minds as Gene turned back to his lovers, dropping the remote controller between the sheets. Moving Paul’s legs on Ace’s shoulder’s while the man was distracted, Putting his arms under Paul’s armpit.

Securing them with a dark chuckle, as he and Ace went off the Bed with the man in their arms, standing at the edge of the bed. The moon shining on them, their cocks pulsating, leaking precum, hearts beating as Paul’s hole clenches around their cocks. Ace and Gene looking at each other with looks indicating….

Of…

Memerly….

Making sure Paul wouldn’t be able to walk…

For a few days or….

Weeks. 

‘’Cause, Sweetheart…’’ Gene laughed, breathing out near Paul’s ear. Feeling him shiver, against him. 

‘’This place about to get…’’ Ace goes, digging his nails in the skin.

Blood dripped down the sides, going into Ace’s nails.

‘’Hotter than…’’ Gene goes, licking Paul’s ear. Tasting the blood that was still coming out from the tip that slid and dribbled down his neck, swallowing the blood as it smeared across his face.

‘’Guys….’’ Paul muttered, can’t move at all. Eyes trembling, as the two men smirked devilishly at him, while he glanced back at Gene then Ace. Completely knowing what they were going to say and what they were going to do to him, it scared yet….

Excited him.

Which they knew it did, After all they knew everything about there little Princess and were willing to make him tick and frazzled to a point of becoming a little whore in front of them. Excuse me…

There whore.

A pretty little whore he was, when that brain will be…

Fucked brutally and he’ll be mushy mess, leaking gallons of cum between his legs with a gaping hole in no time as Ace leaned in with a grin, reflecting gorgeously in Paul’s eyes in all of there glory, going to his ear. Breathing his breath in Gene’s face as they looked at each with smiles on their faces.

As the clock ticked faintly in the background, music was playing, hearts beating slowly as whispers of the demon and spaceman became apparent as day as they spoke with a low yet frightening sound in the ear of their lover, this…

At the same time.

‘’Hell in here, so princess….’’

‘’Scream….’’

‘’For us.’’

In an instant, both the men started bucking their hips, smashing their balls deep inside immediately as cheeks were starting to clap violently as the sounds of the starchild became deafening to their ears. Thrusting and rutting without a stop, hearing those squeals and cries as they pounded at Paul’s prostate.

Snarling and growling, licking up the sweat and drool from the man as they called him names while he was between them. Biting him with their sharp teeths, bite marks were being formed, breathing their hot breaths in Paul’s face, digging more of their nails into their skin as they manhandled like he was a doll.

There doll, sliding their cocks against each other inside him. Rummaging through his fleshy walls together, as tears streamed down his cheeks, screaming out obscenities that echoed throughout the room and possibly the whole building with how louder he’s becoming.

Plunging more inside of him, roughly.

He let out a wail, they hit the stop that made him see stars which encouraged them to go further.

Getting those sobs.

The whines.

Those asscheeks clappin and jiggling more.

Anything, as they started to degrade him.

‘’Fucking Whore!’’ Gene growled, Striking Paul’s prostate.

‘’AHHH!’’ 

‘’Are you, our whore!?!’’ Ace yelled, pounding. Legs moving, as his balls swing. Getting a high pitched moan of Paul, jackhammering. Digging his nails into him more, biting into Paul’s neck as one of his hands moved onto the right asscheek of Paul, gripping the skin and slapping it hard enough it left a handprint, moving his ass. ‘’ARE YOU!?!’’

Paul screamed, his butt getting smacked and being gripped to an extent as they slammed into him while he choked on his screams, trying to talk but couldn’t due to the absolute hits his prostate and butt was taking. Feeling the hits becoming more apparent and more rough, painting his whole ass a deep shade of red, the thrusts made his back arch a couple times as the cocks slammed into him.

‘’AH!’’ He screamed, cock leaking.

‘’ARE YOU!?!?’’ Gene screamed, tilting his hips.

‘’PA-’’

‘’YES!!! I’m a whore, your whore!!!’’ He cried, voice echoing.

‘’You love having us inside you, huh?’’ Ace Laughed, breathing heavily. ‘’Love having us inside, don’t you? You would really love it if we bent you over and fucked you like the fucking bitch you truly are, hmm~?’’

‘’I bet you’d even love it more if if we fucked you on stage, let everyone see what a disgusting Pile of shit you are too, fucking and making you sing like we are now, fucking you like the slut that you are? Hmm?’’ Gene goes, biting down.

‘’How about even using you everyday, like a fleshlight?’’ Ace hummed, hammering more harder into Paul. There cocks getting ready to blow as they degrade him more with there vicious yet hot words, licking up the tears that was streaming, the drool and the sweat off of Paul’s face and the sides of his neck. Reveling in the mess they were making, he smacked Paul’s once more. ‘’So we can fill you all up…’’

‘’Until you can’t hold it all in, letting it spill down those thick thighs of yours…’’

‘’Letting everyone know…’’

‘’That the Princess….

‘’Belongs to…’’

‘’Us.’’ They both proclaimed, proceeding to fuck Paul into a infinity as the night goes on for more than a hour like a usual. Calling him more awful things, heating them up as their stomachs coiled, manhandling him more. Leaving and creating more marks on him, as he became more sensitive and brain fucked.

Speaking into full on rambles, calling himself the names they're calling him, feeling those kisses along his skin, the smacked turning into full on groping while as felt one of them suckled on his skin, putting one of their fingers on the rim of his hole, massaging it as the thrusts became rocky and the pace was becoming out of control. As they fall into their animalistic instincts, growling viciously like beasts.

It was wild, maddening, atrocious yet….

Hot as fuck.

‘’So fucking dumb…’’

‘’Look at him, so cute…’’

‘’Are you Dumb, are you our dumb little songbird?’’

‘’Paul~.’’

‘’I’m dumb, stupid, i’m yours~.’’ Paul babbled, so messy.

‘’Aw, Your ours?’’

‘’Definit…ley…’’

He spoke, as the night…

Went on.

Three hours passed, the light was back on. The music volume was set down as it was turned off while heavily breathing was heard, the windows were being closed with curtains and the sound of spewing was apparent as Ace looked down in front of him a beautiful intoxicating sight as…

Gene fed and smeared his cum on Paul’s face, who was licking weakly While Gene spoke in a tender voice. Holding his leaking cock, stroking Paul’s head. His eyes narrowed at his lover, while Ace looked over Paul.

Looking at the buttloads amount of cum pooling out from Paul’s gaping and clenching hole between his legs, the butt that wasn’t colored before now was littered and colored in spanks while handprints were imprinted all over. Waist littered in scratches and blood, well dried blood from digging in too much were now bruised, like the neck hidden behind the hair that was sprawled out on Paul’s back as he breathed. Sobbing as Gene talked and praised him, wiping the tears away.

‘’Your so strong.’’

‘’Brave.’’

‘’Smart.’’

‘’Beautiful as a dove.’’ Gene complimented, reminding Paul how loved he was and mattered to him as he was exposed. Couldn’t move due to soreness, the rough fucking and how much they’ve done to him after hours of intense fucking. They don’t usually fuck that long but with how much Paul was looking and sounding, they couldn’t helped themselves but let him how much he makes them crave, desire and love him.

‘’And a flower.’’ Ace said, getting on the bed slowly. Avoiding Paul to not hurt as he came and slid by Gene, looking at him and then at Paul. leaning down, whispering to Paul as those cloudy eyes looked at him all wobbly. His hand going on Paul’s cheek, pecking his forehead softly. Moving the strands away and kissing his lips for a small while before separating and saying….

‘’Like a rose, Delicate rose he is.’’ 

‘’Yeah…’’ Gene smiled, turning to Ace.

‘’You good?’’ He asked, kindly. Examining the sweat dripping down the chest, the hips and the look in Ace’s face that was staring down Paul. Noticing the soft and gentle touches he was leaving and the eyes sparkling when they both looked at each other with such emotion, it was heavenly. His hand went on ace’s shoulder, the black hairs sticking to the sweaty hand as Gene’s own hair was poofed up all over. ‘’Ace?’’

‘’Hm?’’

‘’You good?’’

‘’Yeah…just..’’

‘’What?’’ Gene goes, leaning his head on Ace’s shoulder. Kissing him, looking up at him.

‘’Just what, Frehley?’’

Ace smiled, his other hand going up to Gene’s hair and stroking it. Giving him a kiss on the side of his cheek, tasting the sweat that was trickling down, relishing in the sweetness of the act they’ve done together tonight.

‘’I’m just…’’

‘’Just…’’

‘’Admiring the view.’’ Ace stated, turning back towards Paul. Sliding more to him, wanting to touch him badly but couldn’t. Not wanting to scare him in his state he was in, in which Gene noticed.

‘’You can touch him.’’

‘’I know…but..he’s so…’’

‘’Delicate, right now?’’

‘’Yeah.’’

‘’And you are too.’’

‘’You could say that.’’ Ace laughed, a sob came out. Gene slowly went in and hugged him, stroking his hair like Ace did to Paul and went soft on him. Letting him let go and melt in his arms completely as tears slowly streamed down his face while Gene wiped them away with a tissue, letting him cry in the privacy of the room as Paul’s hand weakly touched his knee which brought out more tears.

Crying out completely, as Gene praised him and soothed him too.

Warming his heart up, feeling a hand softly caressing his knee while the other caressed his cheek, making him too feel loved and a thing he hadn’t felt in a long time….

Safe, protected, and….

Mind Boggling…..

Emotional, too emotional as more sweet words came out, Making Ace lay in Gene’s arms while the sound of silence was slowly being taken over bit by bit as all of three of them laid there together. Holding each other in some way for a while as they needed, breathing out normally now and checking each other for any bruises, wounds, anything at least to see how much cream and bandages they needed to patch themselves after a whole hour of…

Debauchery. 

In a Room, fitted for there needs and there needs only such as mental, sexual, physical and social. Laying down on a heart shaped bed, sheets sprawled all over the place with a heavy amount of pillows on the side or top. Wet or soaked with an amount of fluids, the staff may have to replace them due to how stained they are, along with the pink walls that have some essence of whiteness to them dripping down from how much cum came out of one of them.

Which Gene would gladly pay for…

Maybe.

Such as the hot tub and many things in the room that made the whole experience a whole thing to remember forever, such as the snacks in the mini fridge and the waters waiting to be picked up drink for rehydration and cool themselves after a hot time, Which Gene remembers.

Looking down at Ace and Paul, giving them a smile.

‘’Bath?’’ He asked, Paul and Ace look at each other.

Paul nodded weakly, Ace turned.

‘’Yeah, a bath would help.’’ He smiled, eyes glowing brightly like the planet deep in the milky way galaxy. Sliding next and putting Paul on him, looking down at him with that smile of his and putting his nose in those curls. Sniffing up that scent, calming himself as he wraps his arms around Paul. Hearing a slight whimper, he shushes him. The cum leaking out more from a single movement, spreading and tainting the sheets more. ‘’And Possibly, some more creams and music. And a little of…’’

He looks at Gene, touching his cheek.

Thumb smoothing across his face, almost touching those swollen lips.

Nearly touching, as Ace spoke…

‘’Dr.Love, if he’s willing to take care of us. If he doesn’t mind.’’ He said, causing Gene to shake his head and chuckle at him. Ace chuckled along too, it helped him more.

Laughter filled the air for a while until Gene gave him a kiss and got off the bed.

‘’No, I don't mind. Who’s going to be able to carry one of you after tonight.’’ 

‘’Obviously, Me~.’’ Ace sang, giggling.

‘’Sure spaceman, Sure.’’ Gene responded, watching Ace and Paul for a while. Seeing how naked and vulnerable they are, how they are so close to each other as Ace pets Paul’s hair while he sniffs it and mutters some few words of good to him as Paul just lays there and listen. Almost falling in that head of it seems, no matter once in the bath all of them will fly up in the sky with their heads in the clouds of dreams and each other.

Holding and embracing each other in the bath, washing themselves from the act with sweet and delicious smells of shampoo, soap and other kinds of items that will make them glow like gods for weeks on end.

Then finally, sleeping on the bed together as…

Lovers. 

The thought of it brings a smile to Gene as his heart flutters thinking about it, walking to the bathroom, he glances at a plate of chocolate and vanilla covered strawberries plus bananas along with bottles of Refreshments nearby ready to be drunk, his stomach growling loudly. Wanting to eat it and savor but he instead took the plate bringing to both of his lovers who needed it the most.

Kneeling on the bed, he put the plate near Ace. Picking up a strawberry, showing it to Ace.

‘’Hungry?’’ he asked.

‘’Yes, definitely. But what about you? Aren’t you?’’

‘’A little but no-’’ Gene stomach growls, a blush formed in which Ace giggled thus taking the strawberry and placing it in front of the Demon’s lips. Gene takes it into his mouth with his long tongue, slithering around it like a snake and taking it into the threshold as it explodes once his teeth make contact with it, coating the insides of his mouth with the chocolate and vanilla. Shivering, as it became more sweetened and sugary the more he chewed and relished in the flavors of the treat.

Eventually, swallowing down his throat. Letting it go deep in his stomach, filling him up slowly as he did with the starchild. Ace picked up a few more and fed it to him, occasionally dipping it in his sweat and cum which aroused Gene but grossed him out a little once he had it in mouth yet swallowed it. Ace grinned, picking up another and swirling it around his lips.

‘’Disgusting…’’ Gene said, jokingly.

‘’And, Yet you loved it.’’ Ace grinned, plopping the strawberry into his mouth then pecking the lips before Gene left his side. ‘’You really love it.’’ Glancing at Gene’s cock that was becoming hard as wood, becoming slightly aroused.

‘’And, I enjoyed it.’’ Gene replied, walking straight to the bathroom before…

‘’Do…you need me?’’ Ace quietly asked, holding Paul against him tighter. Not wanting to leave or abandon him, also feeling the effects of the drop coming in as his eyes become hazy and droopy. Almost clouding his vision, laying his head down on the pillow. ‘’Us..Geno?’’

Gene turned, looking at the two beauties on the bed. Naked as day, glimmering like jewels and voices of angelic beings, taking in the scene slowly as the clock ticks and the music plays low from the radio. Seeing Ace’s hand trembling to his eyes, and Paul wrapping his arms around the spaceman. 

Looking peaceful as night.

‘’No.’’

‘’You…sure…Genie?’’ Paul asked, weakly. Struggling to keep his eyes open for a sec, Hearing the heart of the spaceman beat musically to his ears, the hands of Ace petting him more and more as he trembled. ‘’Genie…you sure…?’’

‘’I’m sure, Starlight.’’

‘’Are you?’’

‘’Yes, I am. Taking care of both of you is what i need more than now, after all…’’ Licking his lips, the light shines on him, his golden orbs appearing out from within him as the faint sound of bats can be heard from the outside near the windows, flapping there wings as knife like fangs come out dripping with the fluids that were coated in blood, smiling widely.

The moon reflected in them.

As did his two lovers who were staring from the bed, covering themselves with a blanket as Gene turned his back on them with a smile.

‘’I’m Dr. Love.’’

Here you go, SLUTS!! This is what I've been cooking for a while and hope you are ready for dinner i've prepared while things were being busy, saw some of you in dying need of a couple who will savor and feed on for eternity and hope this would fulfills your hunger, your dying hunger! to quell the arousal in your loins and those head of yours, AH~.

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@frehleyfreak

@2hotintheshade and anyone who happened upon who's hungry as a wolf, here you go!

You horny Gremlins!!!

Anyhow, Savor it slowly~

♡, Butters~!

[strawberyaurabya]

Esmeralda Celestine- TOH OC Reference

Esmeralda “Esme” Celestine (she/her) 🩷💜💙

Here’s some old cringe Witchsona content from a long time ago! I plan to continue drawing her and make some comics after I finish up with the doodles. Please don’t make fun of my oc x canon! It may be cringe but I’m happy with it ><“

Age: 31 years old

Height: 161 cm (5’3”)

MBTI: intj-t

Head preacher of the Emperor’s Coven

One of the Emperor’s Right Hands

Has a scar on her left cheek, a result of Belo’s “outburst” and an argument between them

She lacks a sigil on her wrist, as Belos plans to keep her around for information on the human realm.

She dons wings and an avian form, as a result of her palisman’s sacrifice (Reminiscent to Flapjack’s sacrifice for Hunter.)

🤍 More info under the cut!! I might also post more of her backstory if I gain the confidence. There’s quite a bit of writing under the cut, and I’m proud of the effort I put into it. If you’d like, you may take a look; But it’s a little long.

Personality:

Deceptive

Elegant, poised

Calculated, cautious

Stubborn, dedicated towards a cause

Soft-spoken, observant and perceptive

Pious

Her relationship with Belos:

Belos and Esmeralda see each other as potential threats to their plans, but also as “allies”, although they are both aware that they’re an edge away from stabbing each other in the backs. As they grow closer, the two bond over being “lost souls stuck in a place that certainly isn’t home”, and admittedly start to let their guard down. Esmeralda wants to help Emperor Belos on his mission to cleanse the word of witchcraft. As Esmeralda Celestine learns the truth about this mysterious “Emperor Belos”, and the human named “Philip Wittebane” behind the facade, she feels conflicted on whether she should befriend this stranger more, or not all all. The truth about the Day of Unity slowly unravels in Esmeralda’s mind, as she learns about the Draining Spell, Grimwalkers, the assembly of the portal door in his study, and Philip’s hatred of witches. Esmeralda assisted significantly in building the portal towards the human realm, helping to recover the damaged fragments and reassemble them. She initially thought that they would both return “home” to the human realm after the Day of Unity, part ways, and continue their own separate goals.

Her relationship with Hunter:

After her… unpleasant first encounter with the Golden Guard, she admittedly held a lot of grudges, and stayed relatively silent about them. Thank Titan, Esmeralda was glad she did. Hunter was a kind, good-natured boy, who reminded Esmeralda of herself as a child. She’s gentler to Hunter, and aware of his secret palisman. Yet, she stays quiet about it, and will never tell Belos in fear that he will hurt the poor bird. Esmeralda often finds ways to sneak Hunter a blood apple or two, when she finds the time out of duties. He isn’t exactly fond of Esmeralda’s growing alliance with Belos, and knows something is… off. He will open up to Esmeralda, but not fully trust her.

Her relationship with Lilith:

Lilith was Esmeralda’s first ally in the Coven, giving her a tour of the castle and protecting her from stepping out of line. She was also the one to comfort Esmeralda after Belos’s outburst, and visited her in the Healing Chambers, while she was getting tended to by Hettie Cutburn. Esmeralda found herself fascinated by Lilith’s Raven palisman, and admired Lilith for fighting tooth and nail so that her familiar wouldn’t be collected by the Emperor. When Lilith started “waking up” from Emperor Belos’s manipulation and finally betraying him, she left without another word to Esmeralda, which caused her to feel abandoned again. She resented Lilith after that, and brushed her away. (At one point, Esmeralda had a temporary, one-sided crush on Lilith.)

Her relationship with the Collector:

The Collector keeps calling her “Auntie Esme”, and it’s starting to stick… She finds herself intimidated by the little starchild, but often hears echoes and cries for freedom, coming out of the little mirror he’s trapped in. She’s glad Belos is keeping them in there… for now.

Her relationship with Kikimora:

Often jealous of Esmeralda’s high-ranked position, and power, the tiny red demon often stalks her, makes an extra mile to ruin the witch’s day. She has tried 892 different times to kill her. Nonetheless, she’s intimidated by Esmeralda’s power, and will refrain from attacking her in plain sight. She takes a more passive-aggressive approach.

Her relationship with Eda:

Eda had taken care of Esmeralda for a short period of time, when she was younger and attacked by witch hunters. She rescued the dying young witch, and took her into the Demon Realm. When she heard of Esmeralda’s new occupation among the ranks of the EC, she almost choked on her apple blood and burst out laughing. The Owl Lady wasn’t expecting such a shy, skittish girl to become a well-feared and manipulative figure of authority in less than two decades. relationship with Eda:

Eda had taken care of Esmeralda for a short period of time, when she was younger and attacked by witch hunters. When she heard of Esmeralda’s new occupation of “Silver Priestess”, she almost choked on her apple blood and burst out laughing. The Owl Lady wasn’t expecting such a shy, skittish girl to become a well-feared and manipulative figure of authority in less than two decades.

Occupations + Affilations:

Head Preacher in the Emperor’s Coven

Secretly a Witch Hunter, despite ironically being a witch

Never joined a track, because she wasn’t educated in the Demon Realm as a child

Goals:

Return to the Human Realm

Assist with the cleansing of “evil” in the Boiling Isles

Join the secret society of witch hunters in Gravesfield, where she was raised

Recruitment into the Coven System:

When Emperor Belos was informed that there were multiple opening factors into the Human Realm, the first action he took was to send Construction covenants to completely ravage every part of the Boiling Isles. No elaborations were needed, it was merely part of the “Titan’s Will”, the Lord had insisted. His nephew, Hunter Wittebane, was already preparing for his coronation as the youngest Golden Guard, and his only task was accomplishing a deed that would deem him worthy of the Title, and respect from his Uncle, which he had still had to thank for taking him in.

There had been tales of an “angel” in Bonesborough circling around the Emperor’s Coven, supposedly a religious and mythical creature from the human realm which was harder to encounter than a possum. Hunter could practically see the spark in Emperor Belos’s eyes when the information had entered his ears, and automatically knew what needed to be done. This “angel”… knew something about a certain place; where the rain doesn’t boil.

After endless nights of research, spying, and prodding at other members of the Emperor’s Coven, he had found where this mysterious “Esmeralda” had resided, and arrived with a cage, chains, and an army of scouts. Unfortunately for him, Hunter wasn’t the only one who was looking to please the Emperor… Lilith and Kikimora were also desperate for a form of praise from the cruel tyrant, and weren’t willing to back down without a fight. After hearing the commotion outside and losing patience, Esmeralda almost effortlessly outpowered and tricked the scouts, and left Hunter, Kikimora, and Lilith to take her down themselves. After begrudgingly teaming up, they clipped her wings, and dragged her into the gilded cage, a gift and an offering to be displayed before Emperor Belos.

While waiting in the throne room for the Emperor’s arrival, the three fruitlessly attempted to put a sigil on the struggling Esmeralda, until abruptly stopped by Emperor Belos’s refusal to give her a sigil, a simple and authoritative “no.”. Although Kikimora tried to protest, the Emperor explained that he couldn’t give sigils to those he didn’t deem worthy; and further dismissed the members. The true reason that Philip didn’t want to give Esmeralda a sigil, is because she could be useful, and it would be a waste if the Draining Spell killed her off. Plus, he didn’t even know if she was truly a witch. Despite his aloof and cold demeanor, he almost seemed morbidly fascinated in the so-called “Angel”, which he had restrained from moving with magic.

Emperor Belos primarily keeps Esmeralda in close proximity, and his grip on her does not slacken an ounce. If anything, he grows more wary of the witch in what could be mistaken as an overprotective manner. It was already a risk to try to pry information from her on how to get back to the human realm, and the last thing he needs is Esmeralda getting too curious. She already knows too much…

At first, she was kept in her gilded cage as a precaution, often interrogated by Emperor Belos, or another higher-ranking member of the Coven. Emperor Belos found himself enthralled and somewhat amused by her occasional stories, and her connections to other witch hunters. Esmeralda had seemed more… dignified than other witches. Yet, she was rather stingy with the information told, either not trusting him enough to reveal anything to him, or simply not remembering at all. The cage would not do at all, if Belos were to gain her trust. He had to be patient and gentle, as Esmeralda could escape, along with the chance of accomplishing his goals. Esmeralda was unique and strong with magic (She had already taken down a troop of scouts, and had almost defeated Hunter, Lilith, and Kikimora together) had a deceptive, siren-like quality to her voice, and seemed to be pious.. that could be useful, especially for converting Wild Witches into covens, in a more efficient manner. More importantly, she would be easy to break, and fit the broken pieces into his little “game”.

And thus, “The Silver Priestess” was crowned, not long after the Golden Guard. Esmeralda was granted the elaborate title as Head Preacher of the Emperor’s Coven. To both Belos and inhabitants of the Boiling Isles, Esmeralda certainly has the mannerisms of a prestigious soul who is devout in the eyes of the Titan, despite being a witch. She knows that the Titan is dead as a result of spying on Belos.. But that’s okay, she finds it humorous. She will play up to it…

She became cunning and deceptive, often using her clandestine and occult methods of converting wild witches into Covens. In the grand scheme of things, it’s a facade.. A vow of death, behind chants of holy light, feathers, and empty promises of ascension into the In-Between realm. Silent threats are muttered telepathically through the victims’ heads… “Make the heretics suffer.. Play the music of the light until their ears shatter. Make their heads writhe in pain, until they finally repent for what they took away. Break every. Single. One. Of. Their. Souls.”

Esmeralda often holds her ceremonies in the Conformatorium, as a punishment towards wild witches who step out of line. She is occasionally asked to take “safety measures” so the Basilisks stay in line as well. Emperor Belos has taken great care to build The Silver Priestess her own cathedral, aware of her devout beliefs similar to his own. The room is dark and ornate, covered in elaborate stained-glass windows that sport eyes all over them, and many candles. Her ceremonies are often depicted on portraits as “blessings” and “heroic deeds”, when they are truly torture in order to get the “evil” to conform.

Home:

Emperor’s Castle, Boiling Isles (Demon Realm)

Gravesfield, Connecticut (Human Realm)

Bonesborough (Temporarily, while being nursed back to health by Eda after being attacked by Witch Hunters)

Allies:

Emperor Belos (Philip Wittebane)

The Collector

Hunter (Mother-son dynamic)

Lilith (formerly)

Enemies:

Kikimora (Self-explanatory)

Lilith (Felt betrayed once she left the EC)

Emperor Belos (???)

Palismen/staff:

Artificial Magic Staff (Gifted by Belos himself once she joined his ranks)

Serenity (A dove-shaped palisman who she befriended in her childhood. He sacrificed himself to save her.)

Likes:

Apples

Picto-glyphs (Especially light)

Birds

Melancholy songs

Sketching and journaling

Nightly hours

Worship

Dislikes:

Sleeping

The Boiling Isles??? (Starting to grow fond of it)

Loud noises

Confined spaces and cages

Covenless Witches

Abandonment

Stats:

Kindness: 4.5/10

Charisma: 9/10

Patience: 8/10

Integrity: 1/10

Intellect: 9/10

Maturity: (Season 1 and Season 2a) 6/10, (Season 2b and Season 3) 9/10

Courage: 8/10

Humor: 2.5/10

Temper: Depends

[wednesdaymunson]

I Was Made For Lovin' You

Baby Daddy!Eddie x Fem!reader

Summary: Eddie is back in town after doing press. You may not be together, but you call him when you want to get off.

Head Over Heels-pt2

Warnings: angst, slight fluff, smut, mentions of cheating, oral(f receiving), Keanu—Eddie makes sure to take care of his baby momma to where it affords her a lifestyle where she meets celebrities, dated technology..Um that's it..I think.

You hear the rhythmic knock on your door. The only person who knocks like that is him. "Y/N, babe! Open the door!" Eddie yells. You get to the door and open it. 

"Eddie! Stop being so loud! And don't call me babe!" You scolded

"Well I did have the key to this house at one point. If I still had it, I wouldn't have to knock and get loud like that. How do I know you weren't unconscious somewhere in the house or…tied up somewhere waiting to be rescued by your knight m'lady?" He grinned.

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, well you lost those privileges a while ago. Just call the cops for a wellness check, dweeb." You laughed

"Oh, we're on the level of pet names again, Princess?"

You felt a warmth in your core when he called you that. It brought back feelings and memories from when you both started dating each other and before Evelyn. 

"Don't Edward."

"Fine Y/N, you're no fun. You used to be a lot of fun. Like that one night in the cemetery?" He teased.

"Whatever." You sighed. 

 "Where's Starchild? I promised her we'd have a tea party before Luna picks her up."

"I had Luna pick her up early. She doesn't need to see us like this. It'll confuse her. "

"Like what? Her parents getting along and co-parenting together? It's not like we're making out in front of her." He scoffed. 

You could see a bit of sadness in Eddie's face, especially in those big, brown eyes. He wishes things were different. He wishes he could go back in time, erase all the pain, start fresh and new. This was the only time you would let him in your personal space and life aside from the daughter you shared. The times when he came off tour or when you couldn't sleep and he just happened to be around. If you called, he was there. 

You found out you were pregnant with Eddie's child as soon as Corroded Coffin got signed and went on tour. He missed a lot of the pregnancy and almost missed the birth of his daughter, Evelyn Starchild Munson—the middle name was agreed upon when you figured out that you most likely conceived the night of the Kiss concert. It was a long labor, she came out fierce and without assistance, let out a powerful cry. Eddie was convinced she would be a great singer later on in life. Eddie was over the moon with her and you. He never left the hospital for the entire stay. 

Eddie was a great dad when he was home, but you eventually found out he wasn't ready to be committed to you and only you. You would get random calls from girls claiming he had slept with them on tour or at the studio. You had found phone numbers in matchbooks when doing laundry. It bothered you and when you confronted Eddie he would tell you that these girls were jealous and wanted to ruin the relationship. You believed him for a while until one day you heard a knock on your door. 

She was a beautiful redhead, legs for days, she could have been a supermodel. She greeted you like she knew you and said she needed to tell you something. Your heart dropped to your stomach knowing what was about to be said. You invited her in and offered her a seat on the couch nearby. She declined the seat, but told you that she had been sleeping with Eddie for about 6 months and he had told her that he had broken up with you. Eventually things didn't add up when she couldn't reach him for days or weeks. She started asking around and someone confirmed that you two were still together. 

She showed you Polaroids she had of them two to show she wasn't lying. She apologized profusely, said she wasn't that type of woman, and said she thought you needed to know what he was doing. You thanked her and walked her to the door and said goodbye. 

You had the sitter come get Evelyn for the rest of the day. You cried for hours until Eddie came home later that night. The two of you fought until the sun came up. He packed a bag and left. That would be the last time you shared a house as a family. 

That was three years ago and here you both were in the same house making out like it was the first time. Eddie had pushed you against the wall. His hand trailing up your shirt while the other gripped your waist. Your hands found their way to the long brown waves of Eddie's hair, a familiar place, lightly gripping at the roots. You can feel his bulge press into you. 

Eddie pulls back. "You want to do this in the bedroom, sweetheart?"

"Stop with the pet names, asshole!" You bite back while pulling his hair

"Mm I love it when you call me names, Y/N." He chuckled. 

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Eddie nods. 

"Weirdo. And yes, let's go to the bedroom."

Eddie leads the way to the room you once shared with him. Each of you remove all of your clothing, you rather this than undressing each other, it seems less intimate. Eddie sits on the bed, stroking his hard cock, staring at your body in awe. You stand between his legs, lean down and crash your lips into his, tongues rolling over each other. His hands grip your round, firm ass. You let out a small moan into his mouth.

Eddie grabs the back of your thighs and drags you on top of him as he lays down on the bed. You sit up and sit back on his thighs, you take his hard member and stroke it gently. He's thick and veiny, uncut— just the way you like it. Eddie lets out a small moan while squeezing your thighs. 

"Where's the condom?" You tilt your head while looking at Eddie. 

"Uh, f-fuck. Princess, you can't ask me questions like that with my dick in your hand. Your touch is heaven sent."

You ignore what he called you, but you don't stop. You grip his cock harder. 

"Dammit! Uh, I-I put it on the nightstand." He groaned.

You reach over with your free hand and grab it. 

"Um, Sir! This is expired!" You shout. 

"What the hell? I grabbed it from the glove box in the car. You know I just got home from doing press, I haven't had time…wait where's your stash??" He retorts. 

"We used them the last time you were here!"

"Well sweetheart, I'm clean and I haven't been with anyone in a year. But let me take care of you."

Eddie reaches both his arms under you, grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you up to his face. 

"EDDIE!" You yelp.

He takes in a deep inhale of your scent. "Fuck, Y/N! You smell so fuckin good! 

He nuzzles your swollen, sensitive bud with his nose, making you gasp. He hooks his arms around your legs and anchors you down on his face. He licks a firm stripe from your dripping hole to your clit, making your hips buck. Eddie maneuvers his tongue up and around your wet folds. You find your fingers running through his soft, brown wavy hair. 

"Fuck, Eds! Your tongue…it feels…so good!" You cried out. 

Eddie feverishly flicks his tongue over your clit. You feel fire pooling in your lower abdomen as you rock back and forth on Eddie's face. He alternates between sucking and licking your clit. Your thighs tense up, all you can hear is white noise, letting out small whimpers as you dissolve into pleasure. 

Eddie taps your thigh three times.

You quickly roll off him and on to your side. "Sorry Eds." You breathed— realizing you're letting you wall down, slipping back into familiarity. 

" 's all good, beautiful. It would have been an honorable death." He grins with a mixture of spit and slick all over his face.

"Oh god, how would I explain that to the cops?!" You laughed.

You reach over to the night stand and get a couple of wipes to clean Eddie's face. You cup his face and wipe it clean. You lock eyes with him for a few moments. You decide to be a bit more personable than you were earlier. 

"Munson, what's on your mind? Let it out."

"I..Y/N…it's nothing. Don't worry about it." Eddie pauses and lets out a sigh with a slight smile. 

"I think I need to head to the penthouse. I'll be back around noon to pick up Evelyn, yeah?"

"You don't want to get off?"

"No, I'm good. I just wanted to make you feel good." He winks. 

"Well, I'll make sure to buy the bulk size condoms this weekend." You teased. 

You both search for your clothes and get dressed. You walk Eddie to the door, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. Your hands find each other, barely touching, wanting to intertwine your fingers together. 

"Remember, noon tomorrow." He stated

"I'll have her ready for you." You nodded.

"Goodnight, Eddie. "

"Goodnight." 

Eddie made his way to his car and sat in your driveway for about twenty minutes going over the conversations he wanted to have tonight. He wishes he could have begged for you back. He wanted to bleed his heart out to you, apologize for hurting you, tell you that he's changed. He was unsure of your feelings, he was scared in those moments, the same scared boy you had met back in Hawkins. 

You shut the door and leaned against it. You wanted to open it and yell for him. You missed him, missed your family. You missed the pet names, his touch, and his sinful tongue. God couldn't have made something that filthy. But you remember the red head, all the calls and rumors of other women. You could never bring yourself to ask Eddie why you weren't enough, afraid of what he might say. 

You were brought up to be strong, not to let things like heartbreak ruin you. 'Chin up! Don't let them get the best of you! Dust yourself off!' You can hear your grandmother tell you as a kid. She was one tough bird and you needed her more than ever. 

You push off the door, wipe the tears away, and head to the bathroom to take a shower. After you get out of the shower and get dressed, you see a flashing light on your answering machine. You had two messages, you push play. 

'New message'

'Hey Y/N, it's Keanu. I'm back from filming and want to see you. Call me tomorrow, gorgeous.'

You could hear his smile and it made you giddy. You've been seeing Keanu casually, nothing serious due to his work. He knew about Eddie and what happened. He was more than fine that you had a daughter. He always included her when he sent gifts and asked about her. 

'New message'

The message is silent at first, then music starts. Your eyes widen when you recognize it. It's "I Was Made For Lovin' You" by Kiss. It was one of your favorite songs by them. One you would serenade horribly to Eddie every so often.

It was Eddie. His message left a lump in your throat. You missed him and wanted him, but you didn't want to be a doormat and end up getting hurt again. 

You let out a heavy sigh, crawled into bed, and went to sleep with a heavy heart. 

Divider @racingairplanes

[mxstball]

Mega Evolution Rejection

Heidi and Andromeda sat together. Heidi was sipping tea while Andromeda was eating a World Crusher bagel. As Heidi sipped, she was considering what to say to Andromeda. While they have been starting to get along a little more, things haven't been perfect. Still, they did agree to try. Nonetheless, the duo were still spending their time together in peace.

"…" Andromeda eventually spoke up. "… I don't want to call you 'Heidi'."

"Huh?" Heidi blinked. "But that's my name."

Andromeda shook its head. "It doesn't apply to the custom. You named yourself."

"Well, yeah, because that's the custom in my home world." Heidi rolled her eyes. "I named myself in the throws of war after the Lorekeeper that I looked up to died in combat. It's a way to honor her."

"Was she your trainer at any point?"

"Well, no. Zinnia was my first ever trainer."

"Then it doesn't count." It shook its head. "If Zinnia gave you a nickname, then I'll call you that, but—"

"-- Lacey."

"Huh?"

"If you're going to call me anything by those rules, call me Lacey. It's what Zinnia nicknamed me to when she was still my trainer, before I regained my memories. Better that than 'Starchild' or --" Heidi cringed. "'Strangeling'."

"…" Andromeda nodded. "Alright then, Lacey. I'll call you that." It smiled. "Just because you're not from my world doesn't mean that you aren't obligated by our rules, you know."

Heidi crossed her arms. "I'll take this as a way to show that you see me as a part of your world, too."

"Why wouldn't I?" Andromeda blinked. "You've lived in our world for a millennium. Lauren and Lati from before see you as their sister. Sapphire saw you as a friend before you took her in. Daiyu liked you. Although Chrona doesn't see it as the same, I can tell that she's warming up to you."

Heidi smiled. "...Thanks, Andromeda. I hope that you consider yourself a welcome resident of this world over time, too."

"Maybe. We'll see how Sapphire fairs, if she wants to stay here." Andromeda got up to get another World Crusher.

Heidi nodded. "Well, as long as she's wiling to stay here, then you're allowed to stay, too. Just don't cause any trouble."

Andromeda started spreading butter on the bagel. "I won't. I promised that I'll give this integration thing a shot, and I meant it. I don't want to cause trouble for my trainer."

Heidi smiled. "I'm sure she appreciates it." She continued sipping her tea.

Andromeda walked back over and took a bite of the bagel. It seemed to enjoy it! "Nergal's bagels are great."

Heidi laughed. "Right?"

Andromeda took another bite, chewed and swallowed. "Oh, uh… there's something else that I need to talk to you about, Heidi."

"Huh?" Heidi blinked. "What's the matter?"

"Do you still plan on returning to my home world to defeat Morrigan? I believe that's what I heard from Daiyu."

Heidi nodded. "That's right. I made a promise to the survivors that I will help take back their world so they can live in peace again. Not only that, but Morrigan must see justice for the murder of so many innocent people and the death and desecration of my brother." Heidi shook her head. "And I plan to bring Lauren, Melony, and anyone else that's strong enough and willing enough to stand by me to go against her."

"I guess that'll include me, then?"

Heidi shook her head. "Only if you want to. There are several that aren't coming because they don't want to see that world like Chrona. There are also others that I need to stay here and watch over the humans while I'm away… but I won't force anyone to come if they don't want to, even if it means that I and Lauren are alone in her demise."

Andromeda continued eating its bagel and nodded along to the explanation. "I'll consider it, at least." Andromeda took another bite. "Though, there is something that I need to talk to you related to Morrigan."

"Hm? What's up?"

"Ever since… I battled little Lati, there was something that was bothering me."

"Well, Lati did surprise all of us when she used Mega Evolution by herself, not to mention how strange it was that she had Delta Stream. Mega Latios usually keeps the Levitate ability."

"Is that the case for you, too?"

"Yeah. I still have Levitate as my ability. So does my mama and Tor when they Mega Evolve. Latios works the same way."

"Huh. Interesting." It'll have to learn more about that at a future time. "Well, there was something else that was bothering me… and that was related to her energy. I think it's incompatible with our world."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Heidi put her cup down and crossed her arms.

"If I can ask, Lacey, you were really sickly when you lived in our world, right?"

"That's right." Heidi nodded. "It constantly felt as if my body was rejecting the very air I was breathing. Took forever to get used to it, but I always had bouts of extreme illness throughout the years that I lived there."

"Did anything change when you were transported here? You said that you regained your memories here, but there had to be a time where you still had amnesia, right?"

"Yeah, for about a year or two." Heidi looked up at the ceiling as she considered the question. "Now that you bring it up, I guess something did. I no longer felt sick like I used to and was regaining my strength, and it was like I was slowly regaining my previous memories, too. I'm sure that, even if Friede never showed up here, I would have eventually regained all of my memories."

"Hmmm." Andromeda gave it some thought. "And you said that you can Mega Evolve without the use of a stone?"

Heidi nodded. "During the war, after I ate the Latiasite, my body now radiates Mega Evolution energy – enough that I can Mega Evolve without the use of a Mega Stone… and after eating the Key Stone some time ago, I can Mega Evolve other Pokémon with a Mega Stone without me needing a Key Stone."

"Have you considered that your sickness was due to the rejection of your Mega Evolution energy?"

"… I haven't, no." Could all of her suffering throughout those 1,000 years be attributed to the idea that the world was simply rejecting her natural inclination towards Mega Evolution? "So, what you're saying is that this rejection is something built into the entire world?"

"That's right." Andromeda nodded. "So, I would recommend for you to be careful with who you bring with you to fight her in case." Andromeda finished its bagel, rose from the chair and started walking past Heidi. "As for me, I'll… consider what I want to do."

"Alright. Thanks for the information. I'll consider that."

Andromeda left the kitchen to tend to Sapphire, leaving Heidi to continue drinking her tea. There was so much that she had to think about and consider at this point. Well, at least it was better to think of it now than when it was too late.

[blood-injections]

Got inspired by this post by @montypng to collect(infodump) all my little thoughts about the girl so here you go. Spoilers for ttlotfk comic ahead.

She’s such a tragic character to me. First of all. She has no name?? Like she lived with the Fab Four for however long and there’s no way they’d just fucking call her ‘the girl’ unless it was like. A placeholder until they found out who she is or until she chose her own killjoy name. But still theyd have a nickname for her like motorbaby which I usually have them call her in anything I write. But motorbaby is also just a general zone term so what then. Anyway I propose one of them nicknamed her Starchild or Stargirl because of how much she looked like Jet Star and it stuck.

Anyway before the Fab Four fall, despite living in what is essentially a postapocalyptic desert and definitely facing hardships she was always happy go lucky, was too young to realize how shitty life can be yet, especially because the Fab Four did their best protecting her from all the scary things. Then she was captured and the fabulous four died and it definitely all set in at once. Maybe she was confused by the concept of them being gone at first but it didn’t take long for her to feel truly scared for the first time. Scared, hopeless, lost. She didn’t know what to do without them so she ran off. And somehow she survived until the comics came around and she’s what? Sixteen? And at some point she realized that the Fab Four sacrificed themselves just for her and she feels like she doesn’t deserve it. Four lives for one? What kind of bullshit was that. From the age she was old enough to understand that she’s had that guilt and anger festering inside her and she’s hated herself while also growing to hate them for sacrificing themselves for her, while simultaneously grieving and loving and idolizing them because despite the stupid way they died they were her family.

But she’d hate herself for that and she’d hate herself for running away, both on the day they were killed- even though she was a little kid and couldn’t have done anything and would’ve died too if she fought to stay with them- and after, when they got back to the zones and she ran away from Cherri and the others that rescued her. She hates herself for abandoning them even though she didn’t really do that, they live on through her but she doesn’t accept that until long after she goes kaboom.

And that one scene in the comic, when she’s with Cherri and he’s collecting the fab four’s things, she says she can’t remember their faces anymore. She knows of her mother but the Fab Four were the only family she ever really knew, and now she’s gone and forgotten them. she can only remember whisps of them now, bloody last words, scars and hair color. She hates herself for this, too. In her mind, not only did they die for her, but she’s failed them and she’s forgotten them, she’s just a homeless nobody teen barely surviving that can’t even shoot a gun. She doesn’t know who the Fab Four are anymore and she doesn’t know who she is at all.

Then she finds a remnant of party poison, that mask, and buys it because it’s something familiar, something from them she can hang on to when she has nothing else, hardly even memories. Then Val Velocity comes along(I hate him sooo fucking much but he has so much headcanon potential it’s horrible really) and they clash from the start but they’re also one in the same, angry clueless kids that want to bring back something that died years ago. And Val is an asshole, nothing like the faint memories she has of Party Poison, and she hates him and the way he’s spitting on Poison’s legacy rubs her the wrong way because however much she agrees with him that they were stupid for sacrificing themselves for her, a nobody kid that really shouldn’t have survived this long, she wont let her family’s memory be abused like Val is doing, so she sticks around for a chance to do or say something to get him to stop. But then he also looks like Party, and his face is beginning to fill in those gaps in her memory because he has the hair and he’s wearing the mask but that will never be Poison’s face, and she hates him for that too, for beginning to taint even her own memory.

Then she finds out what she is. That she’s nothing but a weapon, that she was placed where she was on purpose and watched her whole life and that she’s not a person, not to bli. But she sees the chance she has, a chance to fix things, to finally honor that sacrifice. That’s why they did it, because of what she was, what she could do. Not four lives for one, four lives to end a war. Not that she wanted that either, she’d rather all four of them still be alive and fighting than dead and the desert have peace. But she needs to honor that sacrifice, to make it worth it, so she goes to the city to end it all. And she fully expects to die. She’s been told she’s a bomb and so she expects to explode, for her life force to somehow do something. She thinks she’s giving her life to save the world just like the Fab Four did all that time ago and she thinks that maybe she’ll get to see them again now, because she fulfilled her purpose as a bomb, as a weapon. She saved the world, she’ll get to see them and she’ll deserve to.

But then she goes off and she’s still standing. And party’s mask is back in her hands and the city is free and what now? She did what she was meant to do, what was her purpose now? She still has no family, the Fab Four are still gone, Cherri and Doctor D are gone now too and they were the closest thing she had left to family. And maybe her mother somehow returns maybe she doesn’t. Either way, for a while she’s truly and completely alone, purpose fulfilled and a little less guilt ridden, but not really.

Eventually she accepts that she’s a good thing, that nothing was her fault and there’s nothing that she doesn’t deserve, that the Fab Four didn’t give their lives to save a weapon but to save her, their kid, because whether she’d end the war or not, even if she was completely ordinary, she was their kid and they couldn’t just let bli take her. She didn’t get to choose what happened to her but they did, and they chose to give her a chance to live, something she’d never have if she stayed stuck in the city. They had already lived and loved and just wanted her to have that too, with or without them.

She accepts all that one day, but it takes a while.

[fankhx-invasion]

Eric Carr Masturbating and using a big dildo(bigger than him) While Someone Watches Him? luv ur Writing~

Oh absolutely~ I'm loving some of these ideas you guys come up with and send me 🧡

The Fox's Secret

Implied Eric Carr/Paul Stanley, voyeur starchild, mirrors, implied bottom Eric

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Paul pulled himself from his deep slumber, yawning and stretching out on the couch he was staying on for the night. He blinked, looking around, familiarizing himself once more with the different atmosphere of the living room he was in. Eric's place was very different, but it was nice, almost comforting. A small smile pulled at his lips, Paul stood and walked to the kitchen, popping his joints as he walked quietly. He didn't want to wake Eric all because he wanted a drink of water to help him sleep! So, that's what he did, getting a glass from the cabinet, filling it with cold water, and taking a sip. Paul glanced down the hallway, noting that Eric's light was still on. Strange, especially as Paul looked at a clock and noted the time being midnight. Maybe he couldn't sleep, was what the singer figured, continuing to take calm sips of his drink before setting the glass down. He should probably go and use the bathroom before he tries to fall back asleep.

The star prince was quiet, sneaking his way down the hallway, not that he minded Eric being aware that he was using the bathroom, he just didn't want to draw too much attention to himself. That's when he caught onto the strange sounds, almost like wet, messy sounds and whines. Okay. Odd. Curiosity might kill a cat, but Paul was no kitten, and he wanted to know what that funny drummer was up to so late at night. No, he had to refrain and respect his friend's privacy, that was the better thing to do! He was at an absolute crossroads, biting his pretty lip in thought, mindlessly pushing the door open just a tad, choosing instead to take just a small peek, it wouldn't hurt him! But oh, what he saw before him made his cheeks burn.

The fox hadn't been looking at the door, laying down, legs all spread out, one hand holding one leg up, the other gently and slowly thrusting a toy bigger than Eric's own incredible length. He was letting out the prettiest noises, looking over at the mirror opposite of him, watching how the dildo sunk into him over and over. It was at least twelve inches in length, a curved tip, layered edges, almost as thick as his own fist, made with pink glitter. As the drummer threw his head back in pleasure, Paul could even see the shiny, pink, puppy collar around Eric's neck, and it made his cock twitch. He shouldn't be watching his band mate getting off like this, he knew he should just leave and pretend he didn't know a thing about it, but listening to his pleading turned the singer on.

Eric pulled the toy out with a groan, sitting up and grabbing the small, open bottle of lube from the nightstand, pouring some all over the toy, covering every bit of it. He positioned it back into the place he wanted it, lifting his hips up and sliding them back down with a pleased moan. It stretched him open so beautifully, hitting all the right places, driving him crazy. Paul bit his lower lip, palming himself in his sweatpants, lustful eyes focused on Eric's body. He had such beautiful curves for a man, a nice, round ass too. The way his jaw went slack and he threw his head back with each moan..

"Fuck," he mumbled out, reaching down past the waistband of his underwear, giving his cock several long strokes, giving into every temptation. What he would do just to pounce on top of Eric and pound him into that mattress!

The drummer was in pure bliss, feeling the tip constantly hit that bundle of nerves inside of him, edging him closer to a climax. He let out several whimpers, biting his lower lip to keep quiet as he slammed his hips down in a feverish manner. He wished now he'd invested in the fake cum they were offering when he bought this. Imagining the absolute mess, the way it would cover his inner thighs and ass and get all over the sheets, the thoughts were driving him insane. He mumbled out several curses, one hand clasped over his mouth while the other helped support him and his constantly moving hips. Paul rested his forehead against the wall, thumb rubbing over his tip in small circles, then picking up his pace in his hand, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, reopening to watch the other. Eric couldn't even help himself anymore, muttering out pleas for 'more', 'harder please, I can take it', fingers gripping and clawing at the sheets, his cock shooting white ropes of cum over the clean linens.

Paul groaned in response, his red, throbbing tip leaking over his fingers. He quickened his fist again, letting out a low, hearty moan from his throat, his own sticky mess hitting his stomach and abdomen.The singer's soft, panting breaths filled the air, coaxing himself through his own climax, his brow beaded in sweat. Did he really just jack off to his friend and bandmate masturbating? Yes. Did he like it? His cheeks burned at the question in his head, body freezing up at the sound of Eric's soft voice piping up from the other side of the door.

"Paul? Is that you..?"

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[most-tragic-character-tournament]

ok i know rose red is way behind and there’s only a day left but here’s why you should vote for her (it’s late and i’m tired so this might be kinda disorganized):

she’s stuck in an eternal cycle of vengeance, being reincarnated over and over and killing pearl every time, and not even always knowing why

(for context, every character in this musical is an incarnation of one of four characters, their settings and relationships change, and they don’t generally remember the other lives, but their grudges and obligations stay)

in the first timeline, her boyfriend (the astronomer) stole her research, published it under his name, and either cheated on her with her sister (pearl) or she broke up with him and he started dating her sister, it’s unclear

so she went to the magic bear in the forest and asked it to kill the astronomer and turn pearl into a crow and trap them both in a cave until pearl starts to starve so she’ll have to eat his corpse

the bear agrees to do it in exchange for one pot of honey, one piece of stardust, one secret baptism, and a photo of a ghost

and so she goes through life after life trying to collect them (time is mostly optional, so the original timeline her gets all the things, even if they come from later lives), and most of the time she doesn’t even remember why she’s doing it

to get the secret baptism, she kidnaps a baby (rose) from roxie usher (also rose), who had the baby at 17 and out of wedlock in 1873, because her boyfriend (the astronomer) ran off.

rose baptizes the baby in secret, which gives the baby a LOT of religious issues when she grows up (there’s a whole song about it, it’s called starchild, go listen to it) reminder that this baby is also rose! she is ruining her own life so hard!

roxie (also rose!), meanwhile, dies of grief? because that’s a thing that happens in the victorian era, and this IS vaguely based on the fall of the house of usher, so her mother, lady usher (pearl) has her body put in the vault underneath her and her husband edgar’s (the astronomer) bedroom

after roxie’s death, her brother (the bear) runs away to new york, and her mother starts going crazy

after a while, roxie comes back as a ghost and kills lady usher, as said in the show “with the rage of four generations”. basically she comes back because of all the built up betrayal and anger she’s experienced in all of her lives

once she has all the items, she goes to the bear, who tells her that he’s not going to do it, and only told her that he would so that she would bring him honey

she’s ruined her own life over and over, and she never could have done anything else, and everyone else ruined her life too, especially the astronomer

all four of them are stuck in this horrible little cycle of betrayal and murder, and they are stuck there by the universe, and by the narrative, and by themselves

a lot of other stuff happened i didn’t mention but i think that’s the main stuff that’s relevant

if you still don’t want to vote for her or have already voted against her, please go listen to ghost quartet or watch the proshot on youtube it’s really good and not nearly enough people have seen it, it’s only like an hour and a half

[Propaganda]

[jonahuhn]

I wrote a little something I wanted to share. I am by no means a good writer and english isn't my first language, so please be patient with any mistakes <3

It was night as you stood before the castle on the hill. You were cold. The icy wind hit your barely covered body and drained you of every warmth you possessed. The townspeople stripped you off your clothes, safe for your undergarments and an old potato sack in which they cut three additional holes for your arms and head, before they forcibly send you out in the cold, transylvanian, winter night. The scenery outside was astonishing, yet you were so incredibly cold and exhausted that you barely paid any mind to it.

You slowly raised one of your shivering hands, the fingertips a soft blue, as you knocked on the heavy door of the entrance with barely any strength left. You doubted that anyone had heard you and all hope of finding someplace warm to stay for a few nights slowly disintegrated into nothing. You had nowhere else to go. The people of the village you grew up in exiled you. Why? You did not know. You could only guess.

Was it because you weren't illiterate like everyone else? Was it because you knew what herbs to use to heal someones sickness? Or was it because you enjoyed the company and genuinely liked being around Koukol, the servant of the count, whose castle you found yourself in front of?

It didn't matter anymore as you slowly gave into your exhaustion. Your trembling legs couldn't hold the weight of your body anymore. You stumbled a bit before you lost your balance and crashed into a tall figure, who was suddenly standing in front of you.

The person picked up your significantly undercooled body and carried you inside, softly strocking back a few strands of hair that had fallen into your face. After a short while, you felt something soft and warm underneath and around you before you heard the figure silently speak. "Rest up, starchild. No one will ever hurt you again. You are safe here, my little moonbeam." You felt fingers softly caressing your cheek before you drifted off into unconsciousness.

[rachelsummerswasright]

pov rachel finally gets the phoenix force foreverever

 Prophecies of the Starchilde named Askani have been popping up all over the Andromeda galaxy for months now. The child of life will tame life. The lost daughter of time will finally take her place and her mantle as she should have so many years ago. 

 The thing is, Rachel was the Phoenix, she did her time and the world said fuck you; no thanks. She was the true Phoenix they said, until the White Phoenix came along twice after she had fucked off. That hurt. Also her girlfriend had given up on her and started fucking Colossus. That hurt too. 

 Rachel went through a lot of pain to get to where she was today, had to do a lot of processing and let go of a lot of shit. And NOW the Phoenix Force was calling for her? Nah. No thanks. Too little, too late. The heroes fuckin’ journey. She went through one hell of a journey to even get to where she was before and that wasn't enough? 

 Scared that it would fuck her life up again if she dared to take it, Rachel ignored and avoided the Phoenix Force – doing everything in her power to stay away from it all while trying to lead the X-Men on a perilous journey home from the farthest reaches of the universe. This journey ends with success, but at the cost of her own life. Rachel sacrificed herself for the final push and gets the team home. 

[annakenziesworld]

The Faz-Learning program: Gardening with flower child!

Welcome to Flower Childs garden of fazerific wonder and interactive play located inside the pizzaplex! Most of the inside garden is fake for sanitary reasons and allergenic reasons. You can find Flower holds gardening classes every month. These classes last Friday through Sunday as each day is a different activity. If you or your child is interested in partaking in this faztastic weekend of fun and learning read bellow for details.

Friday: They have little plant pots consisting of different shapes that the kiddos can choose and paint right after snacktime, the older kiddos (preteens and teens) have the option to sculpt their own flower pot from clay; if they choose to sculpt they will be brought back sooner then the others. Once the pots are dried everyone interested in participating are brought back. Once they finish they either are welcome to go to Starchild's out of this world cool down and quiet play area filled with relaxing sensory items; however non-disabled or obnoxious kids are not aloud in unless they can follow the rules in there! Kids also are aloud to stay inside flowerchilds garden of fazerific wonder and interactive play, obnoxious, and certain sensory activities! They also are welcome to go back to the superstar daycare.

Saturday: After snacktime all the kids who are engaging in the fazer- garden are brought back once again and are given a selection of seeds to choose from mainly consisting of types of grass, small bushes, cactus, and flowers. Depending on the thing chosen plant, Flower child will explain facts about the plants in a way that will suit your child's intellectual level while still helping them learn and expand their growing minds. Once everyone is finished choosing they will be brought to sit on the ground with their pots and cleaner bots will assist in bringing small bags of soil to the kids along with tiny paper cups with their seeds in it. FC will walk the kids through planting the seeds and how to properly prepare them to he able to grow. Afterwards the kids will end up taking a nap quite a bit after the regular scheduled naptime so they will sleep and nap until their parents pick them up. If a kid is unable to fall asleep, or wakes up and is unable to fall asleep they are aloud to go to star or flowers rooms for the remainder of the time.

Sunday: The last part of this three day long learning activity is a special one. When all the parents come back to pick their kids up they will also be brought back this time around to the garden area where their kids are awaiting them. The parents will be given a set of question cards to ask their child, these questions are suited towards the plant they picked. Parent and child will sit across from each other with the plant pot in between them. The parent will then begin to ask their child the questions and they'll tally the points everytime the kid gets one right. Once their completed with the game the child who got the most points will get a gift card for the pizzaplex. All the kids will then be aloud to bring their plants home to care for.

[dunnedsparce]

I'm Dune, and I live in the middle of nowhere a short flight north of Snowpoint, though I'm originally from Johto. I'm a program tech at a land and sea pokemon research center here. My job's more about facilitating the pokebiologist's work than partocipating in the studies, but I get out there sometimes.

While I do have a decent number of pokemon I live, train, and work with, the ones you'll probably most often see are my house 'mons, the Sparce Squad.

(Pictures and descriptions under the cut)

Luther - my youngest dunsparce. Lax nature. Gets into less trouble than his siblings. If one of my dunsparces is flattened into a puddle in a sunbeam and there aren't traces of mischief nearby, it's probably Luther.

Lottie - Luther's sister (biologically; they were an accidental clutch of two I adopted from a young trainer who didn't know about the dittos and the daycares). Bold nature, doesn't have the same curiosity drive as Lysander, but by Arceus does she ever go along for the ride. If they've gotten an idea into their heads, Lottie's probably leading the charge.

Lysander - Has an impish nature, and it takes about two seconds of knowing him for that to be incredibly obvious. I had to babyproof my house when I took him in. I didn't even catch him, I just found him in my house once when I forgot to close the door. It took a long time for him to acclimate enough to let me pokeball him, and he never really left the wild part of his personality behind, but he's a well-adjusted pokemon in spite of that.

Reginald - my trusted starter pokemon, met when I was maybe 8 exploring that cave outside Violet in Johto. Now that I've graduated and moved out on my own to a little town near Snowpoint in Sinnoh, I'm even happier to have him around. His Relaxed nature puts my anxiety at ease. He's the oldest of my dunsparce of course, and he's mellowed out as we've grown, but he does still get into the aspear berries if I turn my back on them...

Next up are some of my other 'mons. I had to leave some behind with my folks for the time being, since I don't have a house here yet. But I did bring these guys along!

Fen - short for Fenrikaash, my arcanine. I let him learn bad habits as a growlithe and now he thinks he's a lapdog. On the plus side, having an arcanine is great here for transportation and warmth, and he has MILES of open area to run in!

Delibird?? - I don't have a delibird but I'm pretty sure there's one living in my chimney. I'm gonna have to sligoogle this one, I have no idea what to do about chimney delibirds

Saltlick - a Nacli I saw on the beach when I first got here. It's content to sit on the shelf with my rock collection. He stays inside or out under my direct supervision because the wild stantler like him too much, thus his name.

Starchild - a galarian zigzagoon I was traded from a buddy in Galar. He's a pain in the ass and I love him so much. He attacks my phone if he doesn't like the song I'm listening to. Big fan of The Funeral Portrait though.

Lastly, some of the pokemon I interact with regularly that aren't my own!

Joel - a lapras the pokebiologists use to haul in krabby traps. I think she belongs to one of my coworkers.

Covy - a corviknight belonging to my wildlife pokebiologist coworker. She takes her up to do overhead counts of stantler and tauros populations

??? - a corvisquire belonging to Covy's trainer. I did not know it existed until it scared the hell out of me at work

[archyvist-sky]

The starchild and the moon - Chapter 2

Mothers

Astro stumbled through the town, the hurt girl on his back. People were looking at him, staring. Covered in blood and wounds, a tiny bloody girl on his back and with a wide sharp-toothed grin it was easy for them to see a monster in him.   He stumbled through the door to his home.  “Oh darling, what has happened to you?”  The boy’s mom ran over to help her son stay on his feet. 

A few minutes later, the girl was put in a bed to rest, after Astros mother cleaned her off the blood and now, they were sitting close, while she was patching up her son.   “Mom, are we monsters? I could not try to heal her at all. I could only use it to hurt someone else. Well, me. That sounds like evil magic”  “Whether anyone is evil is not something, that their ancestry decides. Where they come from or what their parents were. The thing that makes someone evil or good is the choices they make. And I think making the choice to stand up for someone else is a good one.”   She smiled, patting the boys head.   “Let me make something to eat for you two. You keep an eye on your friend.”  Astro nodded, looking intently at the girl for a few moments before he got bored again. She looked frail. Pale, almost white skin with freckles around the nose and shaggy, ash-gray hair, bound into a ponytail, that’s braided after a certain point, as if she tried to braid it herself, but couldn’t do it without looking. Then a magenta-colored eye opened. And then a slightly grumbly voice muttered:  “Hm, I thought that would hurt more.”  “Oh, it does... I used magic to give your wound to me. Pretty cool right? Oh wait, when you meet someone, and you want to be their friend, you have to tell them your name. Uh, I’m Astro, I'm 11 and people say I'm a monster. What about you?”  A shadow rushed over the girls face. For a short moment she looked very sad. A moment after she smiled again.   “I uh... I don’t have a name anymore... But yeah, that magic sounds awesome! But you should have given that wound to them instead! Those fucks go around and just hurt people, they deserve it!”  “Language, young lady.” - Astros mother was in the doorway of the small house, holding two plates of a thick vegetable stew in her hands. “And what do you mean, you don’t have a name anymore?” She set down the plates and sat down on the bed next to the child.   “Yeah, it’s not like you can lose a name. It’s not like they are real.”, Astro added.  “If they aren’t real, you can just give me another one, okay? I... “, the child sighed, and her eyes seemed to glisten a bit in the dim light, “I used to have a mom too, okay? But now I don’t have a mom and because that woman gave me my name, I don’t have a name either! Fuck her!”  A mix of confusion and worry formed on the face of Astros mother. Such a young child, rejecting her mother so much, that she gives up her own name?   "What do yo-” Astro tried to ask, before his mom held his mouth shut.  “We won't ask you any questions about her, if you don’t want to talk about it. You brought my son his smile back and for that alone I want you to be our guest and feel at home here. You can call me Lucia, if you need anything, yes, Luna?”   Lucia smiled at the newly named girl and got up. “Eat up children, before it gets cold.”  As she left the room Luna hid her face in the blanket. A stirring mix of emotions, sadness, happiness, jealousy.  

Astro looked up at her. Should he ask her about her mother, or should he just keep quiet about it?