#that butler: entrapping

[charredchesspiece]

That Butler: Entrapping

{ @ominasapphirus asked: }

Such a response to the boy’s exclamation only furthered his vexation. Indeed, most days, he did forget the nature and details of their covenant. He merely followed a set routine, and so it was easy to forget something as heavily-weighted as their contract. Certainly when a demon was pretending to be human.  Delicate hands couldn’t help themselves from balling into fists out of anger. No, he was not one to hit anything. Not really. He was merely furious and felt that the punishment did not fit the crime. That is to say, it felt much harsher to be deprived of one of his few joys for a month all over a silly craving and one stolen brownie that he had only had a bite of.  A blazing sapphire locked its gaze on the devil. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit austere over something so small?”

𝔖𝔢𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 by tapping a long finger against his pursed mouth. “No,” he decides. “But I meant it when I said we may negotiate. What do you truly believe is a fitting consequence for your gluttony today?”

In some ways, this is a punishment in itself. Ciel has to choose his pain, and it must be something Sebastian finds agreeable in magnitude. It is human nature to plead for a lesser sentence, even if it is undeserved, but what butler would Sebastian be if he allowed such a thing?

He thinks no dessert for a month is a fitting end for a moment of gluttony, but what says the young master in his defense?

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Can I request something spicy for YanBatman with his Ex-WifeReader? 🫨

TW: Semi-NSFW, implied breeding kink, mention/implied cockwarming

(I sincerely hope you like it! It feels like forever since I’ve written something like this, let alone something spicy.)

Entrapment

A talk. That’s all this meeting was suppose to be. Just a simple and civil discussion about the upcoming court proceedings regarding the divorce and what would be happening afterwards regarding your relationship with the family (especially Damian), nothing more. So, how did it end up like this? How could it have possibly strayed so far off track?

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You weren’t too surprised when you got a call from Bruce. He often went between nonstop blowing up your phone to not reaching out to you for days at a time, you were getting more and more used to it by now. You of course didn’t answer it, your lawyer had advised you not to after your telling them of how Bruce was throughout your entire relationship with him. His tendencies and the way he behaved when it came to you. Your lawyer wasn’t exactly completely believing of it, and that was pretty understandable given some of the things you had divulged to them (if you hadn’t lived and dealt with it yourself you would have had a hard time believing it too) but they decided it was better to be safe than sorry and advised you to not interact with Bruce outside of them. And so you hadn’t and you didn’t plan to either. That was until you listened to the voicemail that he had left behind.

He had an offer. He wanted to meet in person and discuss this whole situation, one on one. He wanted to come to an equal agreement outside of having to go to court. And as much as you hated it it sounded like it might be the better option. There was no pretending that this divorce would go in your favor, there were just too many things going against you. Bruce had the money, he had the means to get the best damn lawyer in Gotham and fight this to the very end. Not to mention that this divorce would be very public in general given just who it involved. And he could very easily get the media on his side, tarnishing your image as a whole. Not that you cared too much for that, you had planned to leave Gotham behind anyway after the divorce was final but the thing that got you the most was the rest of the family.

You adored Alfred. Not only was he simply one hell of a butler but he had been so good to you throughout your marriage to Bruce. Even though you two hadn’t been married that long, Alfred was still very much a support to you and what you went through. He didn’t completely agree with what Bruce did or how he went about things, you were your own person and he tried to remind Bruce of that on many occasions, but there was only so much he could do. And it wasn’t just Alfred you cared about, you also loved all of Bruce’s kids. Once you married Bruce they didn’t just become your family, they were your babies too. And you still wanted to have them in your life and you knew Bruce would hold them over your head no matter which way this divorce went.

Sure, the rest of the family had been involved to some extent with what Bruce was doing in your relationship, especially when it came to keeping you isolated and cooped up in the manor. But as far as you saw it that was all due to Bruce’s influence, you couldn’t bring yourself to actually believe that they would willingly go along with it of their own accord. Or that they even gave Bruce ideas to begin with to keep you by his side and with them as a result. You just couldn’t possibly think of them like that, you just couldn’t. So, it of course scared you at the thought of being completely cut off from the people you had opened your heart to. You still wanted to be there for them, still be a part of their life but just at a safe arm’s length away instead of how it was before.

The more you thought about it, mulling it over and over again in your head, this offer was sounding like the more beneficial thing to do. You did still have love for Bruce of course, you just didn’t want to be in that kind of situation again and you knew the only way to prevent that and keep yourself safe was to step away from him and any form of romantic relationship with him.

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The day was finally here for the two of you to meet and you couldn’t help the anxiety that washed over you. You never truly knew what Bruce would do, what he was really thinking in the moment. He was unpredictable like that. He could come off oh so charming and inviting, it was scary how easy he could lure you into his trap. And you knew better than anyone what it was like to be caught in that snare. That was what your whole marriage had been with him after all, just one big entrapment.

Even when you were briefly on the phone with him to set up this meeting you couldn’t contain the tremor of nerves you had just hearing his voice again. You really did miss it, you missed him. But this needed to be done. For the both of you. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

Seeing him face to face again was something else. He looked good, he looked like he was taking care of himself again. That was a far cry from how he was the first few months after you left. He was a mess and it showed. That alone almost had you going back to him just so he’d be alright but you knew what came with him being back to himself and you couldn’t put yourself in that position again. You just had to remind yourself that this was it and it would soon be over for good.

Bruce greets you with open arms, you’re not quick enough to back out of his reach before he’s already enveloped you in his hold. He’s warm, he’s always been so warm. And his hold is tight, longing but not as suffocating as it used to be. And just as you’re beginning to feel yourself unconsciously fall into his warmth just like you used to so many times before, welcoming his touch again, he pulls away. For a split second you want to reach out to him and feel his touch all over again but you remind yourself that this isn’t what this is anymore. It can’t be.

Once the two of you are settled you start off talking small talk and everything seems good, everything seems okay. Bruce asks how you’ve been, if you’re doing alright with everything that’s been going on. He seems caring. He seems like he genuinely wants to know how this has affected you but you remind yourself yet again that this isn’t what you think it is. He then moves on to talking about the family and how they have been holding up through out this process, everyone’s taking it hard. Dealing with it in their own way but it seems Damian is the one who is taking it the hardest. That’s what you had feared. You worried about how Damian was taking all of this, how he was being effected by it. He was such a guarded kid, so closed off. You felt terrible having to put him through this, as well as the others but it’s what needed to be done. Right?

It isn’t until you try to bring up the original topic of discussion, the entire reason for this meeting in the first place, that you see how this wasn’t remotely the meaning of this meeting. You barely caught sight of Bruce’s jaw clenching when the words left your mouth, that was enough insight for you to know that this wasn’t at all what it was meant to be.

It’s obvious that it’s the last thing he wants to do, you can tell. He’d rather talk about anything else other than that. It’s one thing to ask how you’ve been regarding it or talking about how the rest of the family’s been taking it in but he doesn’t want to actually get into it. He’s avoiding it, of course he is. You can’t blame him but this needs to be over with.

“Bruce.” He tenses. It feels like it’s been forever since you said his name, he’s missed hearing it from you. He wants to hear it over and over again, like a mantra. God, the way it hit him when that’s all you could say as he thrusted so deep into you, just his name rolling off your tongue repeatedly. Fuck he missed it. He missed you.

“Remember, we’re meeting here for a reason. I don’t want to take up much more time than we need to. So, could we get to it?” Business. That’s all this was. Bruce hated it. Of all things, this is what brought you out of hiding? This is what opened you up to seeing him once more?

No.

He wouldn’t take that as an excuse.

He just wouldn’t.

“You’re right, (Name). Let’s get to business.”

~~~~

Without a doubt in your mind this was his intention all along. Of course it was. How could you see it any other way?

Bruce was calculating. He proved that more than once since you have known him.

It showed I n how he talked, the words he said dripping off his lips one after another, the sweet nothings he filled your head with.

In how he touched you; the placement of his hands, the way his fingers brushed you, the methodic way they curled deep inside your warmth.

But more importantly he was the most calculated when it came to fucking you. He knew you better than yourself, he spent your whole entire relationship learning and memorizing your body. What you wanted, what you needed. What exactly drove you to the deepest depths of pleasure. He knew it all. And he certainly knew how to use it to his advantage.

Each thrust, deeper than the last, was all so cunningly planned out. The way he grounded his hips into yours, the way he clutched you so close, melding himself into you, opening you up even more to take him completely. Every single move was so irrevocably mapped out.

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Your warmth. Oh, how much he’s missed it. How much he’s fucking craved feeling it wrapped around, enveloping him whole again, only for him to feel. You have no idea how many times he’s touched his throbbing cock to the thought of it, to the thought of having you sprawled out under him again. You have no fucking idea.

Once he has you right where he wants you, completely lost in the ecstasy of it all, he allows himself to finally give in to his own blinding pleasure.

No more calculating.

No more cunning.

No more being methodic.

No more.

Now it was all solely his mindless self indulgence. His once slow, deep thrusts turned into rapid, savage pounding. His kisses were more aggressive, sloppy. His touch was burning hotter than ever as he gripped and grabbed every piece of you he could.

At this point, Bruce let himself get lost in it. He let himself fall into the deepest, darkest pits of his desires. All he wanted now was to chase that feeling he’s been left without for so long, over and over again.

One after another, he released everything he had deep inside you. Again, and again, and again. All of this; all of his pent up anger, hurt, passion, everything he had bottled up inside throughout this whole shitshow of a situation, he was free to let it all go.

After the haze finally let up, Bruce was left basking in the aftermath. He couldn’t have felt better than ever before. He had you again, he had you here in his arms and it wasn’t a dream this time. You were the real deal and he couldn’t have been happier.

He couldn’t help but look at you,, watching you, taking all of you in again just like the many times he used to before. You were a fucking mess after everything and he absolutely loved it. He did that to you, he made you that way. And he took great pride and pleasure in it. He left you so full, both with himself still inside you (he just couldn’t bring himself to part with your warmth again) and all his cum. This was how he wanted to stay. This was how he wanted to be.

Placing his large hand on your stomach, he caressed it tenderly. There was no way you wouldn’t fall pregnant after this, he had made sure of it with all the times he filled you with his seed. He wanted you pregnant, he wanted you filled to the brim with his baby. He needed to have you tied for life and what better way to ensure that than by bringing a new life into the world together.

You wouldn’t be able to get away from him now. This had been yet another way to entrap you, to keep you in his grasp and Bruce wasn’t going to leave any room for you to wriggle out of his reach again.

“Let’s start anew, (Name). After all, we’re going to have even more of a reason to work things out now.”

[niyasruledbyvenus]

Successful women who built a man

I’m going to astrologically analyze the charts from another video, titled “We don’t build men.” About already successful and established women getting used by a man then dropped once he gets where he want to be. Or they end up in a relationship with someone below their status financially or socially. Which ends in the man resenting her, usually leading to cheating or public shaming.

Women’s chart

In the chart of the women listed in the video, it was mentioned that they were tropical Sagittarius/ sidereal Scorpio women. Not surprising because Scorpio rules over imbalance in power. I see this happen a lot with Scorpio, especially Jyestha nakshatra women (ex. Taylor swift, Nicki Minaj, etc)

Wherever Scorpio is placed in a chart can indicate where there may be power struggles and obsession. Scorpio governs the 8th house of death, rebirth, energy transfer & other’s money. No doubt, the women in these relationships had a rebirth afterward for better or worse. Plus, the power dynamics was imbalanced. One partner, the woman, was richer or more successful.

Vanessa Hudgens- Scorpio/Jyestha Sun AK, Vishakha Venus. Aryn Drake-Lee Scorpio/Jyestha sun & Mercury AK. Anna Faris- Anuradha Sun & mars +. Jyestha Mercury AK. Even katherine Schwarzenegger has Jyestha Sun AK

What’s interesting is these women all have Jyestha as their Atmakaraka.💀

Men’s chart

There was a mix of results and placements. Chris Pratt has Gemini Sun & Mercury, exalted moon in Taurus+ stellium/ Rohini Venus. Austin Butler has a Leo/magha stellium & debilitated moon in Anuradha. Jesse Williams has Cancer/Ashlesha Sun & Mercury + exalted moon in Taurus. Both have Mars as their atmakaraka.

Besides the difference in charts, they all have nakshatras related to snakes. Ashlesha- Naga & Rohini- snake yoni. In Vedic snake/naga association, especially Ashlesha, is known for its poison & binding nature. Men with this nakshatra sometimes want to entrap, control, dominate or use the feminine, either through contracts or submission. Refer to video

On the contrary, the men can also be dominated/emasulated by the feminine if they aren’t in tune with their nature. 

They all have feminine ruled planets (moon, Venus) as dominant placements. Feminine energy is receptive, sensual & illusionary. The shadow side is some men with heavy Venusian or LUNAR energy can want to be chased, nurtured, and provided for even by their female partner, due to an imbalance in energies. Austin Butler has a debilitated moon which can influence a person just as much,if not more, than exaltation. Moon is associated with femininity, mother, female figures, and emotions. A debilitated moon, especially in a man chart, can hint to problems with women/mother and discomfort with emotions & feminine nature.

Chris Pratt taking on and shapeshifting his personality/qualities to fit the woman he’s with definitely validates what I said in my destiny swap post. Common placements were Venus dominance either through Nakshatra or rashi. Due to Venus having an absorbent nature, Chris has exalted moon in Taurus/stellium & Libra ascendant.

Atmakaraka

Atmakaraka means “soul significator” it is not only our souls desire but where we work out our karma from a past life. It’s telling that two of these men have mars as their AK, and the women they used have Jyestha(ruled by Mars & Mercury) in their main positions.

Please, women with Jyestha nakshatra or Scorpio placements don’t let urself be used by a man in anyway financially, emotionally, for status. Be very careful on who you have around you, not only romantically but platonically also. Don’t share yourself with just anyone. Because Scorpio, co-ruled by mars, resides over your enemies, both open and hidden ones.

[animeyanderelover]

Request: Nsfw Hc's for Hannah Annafellows from Black Butler?

Tw: Yandere themes, Nsfw, possessive behavior, obsession, isolation, Stockholm syndrome, sadism, dub-con, manipulation, corruption kink, dacryphilia, blood kink, face-sitting, afab reader

Taglist: @lovley-valentine7@leveyani@chxxz

Nsfw Hc's

GIF by natsuki208

🟣​Hannah is all about the sweet manipulation, all about entrapping her darling until they are dependent on her, obsessed with her. Your own obsession could never compare to her own feelings of course as she, a creature of darkness and evil, feels something that goes beyond what humans commonly refer to as 'love'. Only after she has turned you into a demon would you be able to understand the full extent of her feelings for you. She'll take her time though to enjoy your humanity for as long as she can. As submissive and gentle as Hannah may appear to be she is a demon through and through, possessive over her human mate and biblically viewed as a sinful creature who tempts humans to abandon their virtue and join the hellish crusade, undeniably the sexual aspect of this relationship is something that will eventually cross your way one way or another. She does not violently force herself on you though, instaid waiting until she has wrapped you just enough around her fingers for her to coax and sweet-talk you into letting her show you just how much she adores you whilst the best you can give her is weak protest before you submit to her.

🟣​Known for being a species that greatly enjoys corrupting the hearts and minds of the common humans, Hannah finds herself finding her own pleasure in this aspect just as much. Especially if she senses that you are still unclaimed and still a virgin would she find herself on a more feral side during your first time, her dead heart thrilled as she rips away your innocence from you, taints and claims you all for herself. She'd be ever so slightly displeasured if she were to figure out that her darling is no virgin and has been claimed by someone before as the innocence of her mate would have been something precious she would have loved to devour. That primal resentment that something that should have only belonged to her got taken away subtly shows itself in the reveal of her more sadistic side during your first time together, in her more feral and possessive manner as she decides to erase every trace of them from your body as well as your mind until only she remains.

🟣​Every time the both of you do the dirty deed the demon lady slowly reveals more and more of her true nature and her desires to you. That sweet, nurturing and almost motherly facade of her slowly fades as you get more and more glimpses of her feral, sadistic and starving nature. Her praises are poisoned honey that she feeds you, her words admiring and adoring with a tinge of condescendence in it all. You are her everything yet you are ultimately still a human. Terribly weak and frail, gone in the blink of an eye for someone who has haunted the world for as long as she did. You helpless little thing need her. Every time you are laying beneath her she whispers those manipulative words in your ears and against your lips, forces you to admit it to her as she plunges you into orgasm after orgasm with her tongue, her mouth, her fingers, her hands. She feeds on your release, her tongue greedily devouring it all as her eyes turn for a split second magenta. It may not keep her satiated like the souls of people do but she still finds herself indulging in the taste of your growing adoration for her.

🟣​If you thought of her as a modest woman you should think again. She relishes in tormenting her darling just enough for the tears to swim in your eyes and your skin to start tingling in shame and fear. Sacred activities that were once restricted to the bedroom slowly get taken outside where the potential risk for other people to walk in is much higher. The scent of fresh night air and flowers, the grass your only cover as she fucks you in the fields where families normally have a picnic and children play around. A side street next to a normally busy main road as you are forced to stand on wobbly legs, supported by her hands on your hip as she kneels in front of you with her tongue deep inside your moist pussy. Every sound and embarrassed plea you make, voicing your fear of being caught only has her prolonging the process, drawing your anticipated climax out until you start begging her to finally make you cum. With her extraordinary senses she would never let someone else see you like this, a sight that should only be reflected in her demonic eyes. You don't need to know that though.

🟣​She provides you with great, albeit guilty, pleasure and soon it is your turn to give her some too. After all you would want to keep your lover happy as well, wouldn't you? Hannah loves the sight of you between her legs, loves watching you as you eagerly and sloppily lap at her pussy juices, desperate to provide her with the same pleasure she always has you experiencing. She is much more composed though as she pats your head, encourages you to keep going over and over again. Her own libido, whilst mostly controlled, is quite high so she can cum around your fingers and tongue for hours and still desire more as she coaxes you into spending hours pleasuring her and will by the end still be less exhausted than you are. Her warm praise means more to you though than your exhaustion as she lays you against her large chest and lets you rest there. Especially her heat will drain you as long as you are still human, her juices staining your chin and the hair of her cunt tickling your nose as she sits on your face, her eyes flashing magenta far more often than normally as you are enslaved by her and forced to pleasure her until the worst is over.

🟣​The taste of your blood is yet another bodily fluid of yours that she dines on. There are bite marks where her sharp canines cut through your skin and revealed the red, delicious liquid to her taste buds, the force of her bite always purposefully more painful to draw that painful groan from you. Your body is by the end always covered with purple lipstick and multiple bite marks all littering your body as if you were an empty canvas waiting to be filled with her love. Pleasure can quickly turn to sexual torture though if you were to displease Hannah. Brats need to be reprimanded and Hannah does so by some serious edging, getting beneath your layers of clothing multiple times a day only to leave you on the brink of an orgasm every time before returning to her duties until your underwear is soaked and your pussy clenches around the painful emptiness where her fingers or her tongue should be. Hannah can keep this up for days until you come crawling to her and promise that from now on you will behave yourself before she finally pushes you into sweet release.

[xreaderanonaccount]

HIII!!!! is it ok if i can request some smut with Dottore? :33 the webtoon verison specifically pls. And i would like it to be fem reader if ur comfortable with that!! if not i understand.

Synopsis: Webttore needs to remind you who you belong to after a certain Red hair tavern owner had the audacity to talk to you. Especially when you wear such a pretty dress.

Tags: NSFW MINORS DNI, Afab Reader, Jealousy, rough sex, semi-public, orgasam denial, light choking, grinding,

A/N: YES FINALLY AN EXCUSE TO WRITE FOR WEBTTORE, I have loved this man since the very beginning.

Words : 1.6K

You were just idly chatting with the owner of the Dawn Winery. You’ve heard about him before as Lord Regrator was talking, well more like ranting, about the owner. He was a handsome man you must admit but you can’t help but to wander your gaze over to your dear lover who was glaring at the two of you. 

“I’m still in awe that you are in love with Lord Dottore.” Diluc’s voice snapped you back into your conversation. 

“Why yes, he is everything I love in a man.” You felt your cheeks heat a bit as you talked about Dottore a bit. Diluc just nodded his head in politeness as he sipped on his drink. The party seemed to be going nowhere and you were just bored out of your mind. Luckily Diluc seemed to be in the same boat so you two chatted it up. You wanted to know more about this Lord Ragnvirdr of the Dawn Winery, just in case you can have some leverage against Lord Regrator. As you two continue a random conversation a white haired man approaches you two. 

“Lord Ragnvirdr, master Alberich is here to see you.” The white haired man spoke. Diluc nodded his head as he handed his glass to a random butler.

“It was nice talking with you madam, hope you enjoy the night.” Diluc smiled gently, taking your hand in his, he was about to plant a kiss on your knuckles before you were ripped away from his grasp. You gasped as you were dragged away from Diluc who he and the white haired man looked confused. You turn to see your assailant and spot the icey blue hair bouncing with each step. You knew who it was, very well. 

“D-Dottore!” You stammered as you were continued to be pulled away. Dottore’s grip was harsh on your wrist as he pulled you through the twist in turns of the Cathedrals till you two were in a very secluded part of the Cathedral. Dottore shoved you against the wall entrapping you within his arms. His ruby red eyes stared straight to your core. His shark-like teeth catching a glint of the moonlight. 

“Dottore?” You whispered, you wanted to say something else but the thought was quickly thrown out as Dottore slammed his lips onto yours. His lips were rough and chapped as he was passionate about taking the air out of your lungs. You felt as his hand dragged down to the slit of your dress trailing up your exposed skin. You gasp as Dottore gives a harsh slap onto your thigh giving Dottore access to your mouth. He plunged his tongue down your throat, you tried to pull out but Dottore used his free hand to take hold on your throat. Giving it a light squeeze. When he finally decided to part you were taking deep breaths trying to catch your breath. You watched curiously as he rested his head on your shoulder. 

“How dare he. '' You barely hear him whisper, you let out a curious what before yelping in pain as Dottore bites down hard on your exposed shoulder. He continued biting your shoulder going up and down. You were moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain as his shark teeth sank down on your shoulder, drawing blood. When he finally finished his ruthless attack on your shoulder he pulled back giving a soft cackle as he admired his handiwork. 

“What would he think, hm?” He smirked as he was only inches from your face.

“Who?” That answer seemed to piss Dottore off as he flipped you around pressing your chest against the stone wall, the cold biting into your skin. You felt his hand snake around your throat again and the other slipping your dress slowly over your hips exposing your now soaked panties. You shivered as you felt his hand tracing slowly up till it was resting on your rear end. He pressed himself against you, feeling his hard on against your ass. 

“Do you know what you do to me?” Dottore started as he started to slowly grind against your ass, “What this does to me?” Moans kept falling out of your mouth as he teased you. The hand that was around your throat slowly trailed down till he was cupping your breast. Kneading it and pinching your nipples through your dress. 

“P-please, I need you.” You whimpered pushing yourself against him. 

“Oh so you want me now? How about when he was talking to you?” Dottore sneered at the mere mention of him. Him? Who was he talking about- oh… the Dawn Winery owner, Diluc.You tried to protest but Dottore slammed his lips back on you gnawing on your lips. Finally, finally Dottore gave you the grace of touching you. You felt his hand push your panties aside, giving your vagina a slight tease, spreading your juice around before plunging three digits straight into your vagina. You moaned loudly into his lips as he set a rough pace, pistoning his fingers in and out. The sinful sound of your juices echo across the empty hall. Dottore removed his hand trailing his fingers down to your clit giving it slow uneven circles. You pulled away from Dottore’s kiss giving a pornographic moan, throwing your head against his shoulder. You pushed your hips back meeting Dottore’s fingers midway, setting your own pace. 

“Please, please, please” You were breathless chanting, hoping for Dottore to give you that sweet release. Your walls clenched around his fingers, the coil in your stomach ready to snap but was ripped away as Dottore pulled his fingers out of your soaking vagina. You let out a high pitch whine from the empty space inside you. You were roughly turned around, your legs instinctively wrapping around Dottore’s waist. You stare as you watch Dottore unbuckle his slacks only allowing for his dick to spring free. Dottore chuckled as he gave a teasing couple of thrust, his dick giving your clit some stimulation. You panted as you watched Dottore pull away a bit, lining up his dick to your hole. You couldn’t watch Dottore plunge his dick into you as he captured your attention again by muffling your moans with his lips. His pace was brutal as he slammed himself deep into you, pulling away till he was almost out and slamming back in. The once quiet hallway was now filled with sin. As the slapping of his balls against your ass and your muffled moans echoed in the hallways. He continued his brutal pace, he pulled his mouth away from yours allowing his soft moans to fall on your ears.

“You’re mine. Mine, mine, mine.” He cackled as he smiled watching his dick disappear into your soaking vagina. You walls are sucking him in more and more, greedily taking his dick like it was the last dick on Teyvat. 

“Look at how good I make you feel darling. You're practically sucking me in.” He smirked as he started to draw circles against your clit. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back from all the stimulation that he was giving you. You can feel your coil winding up again, you chanted Dottore’s name like he was Barbatos himself.

“Yes, keep saying my name. Let him hear you. Let everyone here in this god forsaken country that you're mine. Mine.” He snarled as he picked up his already brutal pace. The stimulation overwhelming you the coil kept winding and winding.

“C-cum, please let me cum.” You were able to get out in between moans. 

Dottore snickered, “You want to come? Sure then, but scream my name, yell it to the Tsaritsa herself. Let everyone know who you belong to.” Obliging with his request you shouted his name to the stars. 

“Dottore. Dottore. Dottore!” You moaned loudly practically chasing your high, which Dottore gracefully allowed. You clamped down hard against Dottore’s dick cumming down hard on him. You gave a final shout of his name before you slouch against the wall. Dottore continued fucking you through your high, cumming a few moments later. You felt his thick seed filling you up and spilling out as he pulled out. You both were panting as Dottore fished something inside his pocket. You tried to get up but was pushed back against the wall.

“What are you doing?” You softly asked, watching as he kneeled before you pulling an object out of his pocket. You shivered as you watched him trace his finger scooping up his cum and shoving it back inside your vagina before plunging something teardrop shape into your vagina. You yelped at the foreign sensation. Dottore chuckled as he got up pulling your dress down. 

“Don’t want any of that falling out.” He gave a wicked smile, as he took a couple steps back. You pushed off the wall soothing down your dress and hair, fishing in your purse for your compact comb. 

“Come now darling, let’s head home. This part is a bore.” He offered jerking his head towards the exit. You nodded as you took a step forward. But you suddenly dropped to the floor, your knees giving out. Dottore was already a few steps ahead before he heard your fall. He turned his head and saw you trying to get up. He cackled as he walked up to you.

“You look like a newborn deer trying to get up.”  You cursed him as you tried to straighten up but your knees were not giving you the strength. 

“Hmph, come now dear. Can’t have you looking like this.” He smirked as he looped his arm around yours guiding you out to the exit. 

“I’m going to have marks all over my neck.” You muttered as you two left the cathedral, the night wind blowing against you. 

“Now people will know who you belong to.” He sneered as he strong armed you towards the Goth Grand Hotel in where Lord Regrator rented out the hotel. You rolled your eyes as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“And who said I’m going to hide it?” Dottore gave a hearty laugh as you two continued your nighttime stroll to the Hotel. 

A/N: divider credits: cafekitsune

[missconchshell]

Today's episode was everything I had hoped for from this scene! I actually only read the manga a few weeks ago after the season started, but this moment is one that really stuck out to me from my frantic read-through! So seeing it brought to life so fantastically was amazing!

First off, Finny defending Ciel from Sebastian was adorable, and so sweet after the time he's spent caring for him this season! And Sebastian's impassive and cold responses, along with the lack of music, really clearly establish to the viewer that, oh, Sebastian is no longer just here to play butler.

Next, I loved watching Sebastian's demonic-ness seeping out as he addressed Ciel! The imagery was stunning, and I love the use of what looks like 3D elements to emphasize his otherworldliness! Also, the lighting helped to set the scene perfectly, and was genuinely stunning.

Like, god, this shot is gorgeous and horrifying! Seriously, props to everyone who worked on this!

After Sebastian declares he's going to consume this little deal-breaker, we head into Ciel's mindscape, which is also so well-executed! This bit was sweet, I have no notes, just loved to see it. This boy needs more hugs.

I particularly love this image of Ciel, surrounded by every major influence in his life while he sits in his cage, the same as he was all those years ago. Even if it's not really subtly imagery, it's still very impactful to see this poor boy so haunted. You clearly understand why he's reached this point of mental entrapment, and why leaving to face the real world would be terrifying, who wouldn't feel the same after experiencing all he's gone through?

And yet, when faced with the possibility of giving up his revenge and just letting himself succumb and be free of this horrible, traumatizing life, he finds himself admitting what drove him all those years ago. Not a desire for forgiveness or power or even revenge for his loved ones. No, little Lord Phantomhive chose to live for himself. His personal desire for revenge is what brought Sebastian to him, and it is what gives him the strength to keep on living now. I loved seeing him deny each person in turn, until all that's left was himself, desperately reaching towards his own salvation, the same cursed being that will one day take his soul. But today is not that day.

This image here, this was beautiful. I don't have much else to say aside from that the soft, but powerfully emotional music perfectly fit the animation.

And then seeing him run towards Sebastian and his present, leaving his past behind and regaining bits of himself with each person he lets fade, was just done so well.

This was one of my favorite manga panels, so seeing it animated was just so, so cool.

Wrapping things up, loved watching Ciel sassily combat Sebastian, and Sebastian's delivery of the 90% line. While I am sure this whole thing was in part a purposeful play to snap Ciel out of his trauma, I very much believe it when he says that he was soooo ready to eat this kid (the man literally can not lie). Like, I get it, after waiting several years for a meal, I'd also be tempted to cave before it was fully cooked.

Last, but not least, I loved Ciel apologizing to his staff and seeing their reactions! Even Sebastian was shocked to hear those words out of Ciel's mouth! But it really goes to show how CIel genuinely has grown to care for these people, and how they care for him in turn. It's just a sweet moment, which I'm sure will make everything hurt all the more when this series inevitably reaches its promised painful conclusion!

[gleefullypolin]

Stacy's Tipsy Musing's – Penelope Bridgerton Hot Takes - Part 3

Ok boys and girls, we need to have a little chat about Penelope Bridgerton.

Part 2 has been out now for a couple of days and there have been a lot of hot takes to come out of the season. A LOT of hot takes. I’m going to break this down into 4 parts like I did for Colin ((Part 1, 2, 3, 4, Bonus). 4 questions that I'm seeing really bad hot takes about Penelope.

Not surprising I see lots of hot takes about Pen, because either A) people cannot handle a woman complex emotions and facets, B) hate on a woman who does not fit societal norms and standards or C) are stans who refuse to see that all characters have imperfections which make them even more delicious to watch.

Last time we talked about Colin’s entrapment statement to Pen and her reaction to it.  Question 1,   Question 2, now lets get to question 3:

Why didn’t Show!Pen give up Lady Whistledown like Book!Pen did?

Ok let’s talk Book vs Show. In the book she’s 28, but in the show, she’s just turned 20 and in the book she’s already been Whistledown for 12 years, much longer than the 3 in the show. So, she’s built an actual empire in the show and has been doing this for a very long time in her life. By the end of the book, she’s ready to give this up and move on to her novel.

In the show, this is still new hat to her. She has accomplished much, yes, but for her, its still something she’s trying to make her own. She still wants to see if this is her purpose. She knows she feels lost when she tries to give it up, that she feels that something in her is telling her that it’s not right to let it go. And I think she resents that Colin continually keeps asking her to do that.

I also think its very early in the series for her to give this up. I have high suspicions that Ben is next and even though I have not read his book, I know that LW plays a part in that story still since we skipped over him in the series, so I assume the writers want to keep LW as a part of it and make Pen the first Regency official journalist. So, Pen will use her sources, the butlers, maids, cooks, etc, where she gets her information. I have a feeling we will see her continue to determine if this is where she wants to continue with her writing and maybe that is part of Season 4 with her finding her purpose in her eventual novel.

But I really think they just felt it was still too new for Pen. As she stated to Eloise, Whistledown is power, and Pen was not ready to let all of that go. A woman in that era had no voice, no power, and with her quill she found that even as Penelope, she could be a force to be reckoned with. And just like her now published husband, her name is associated with her written word. That is powerful indeed.

In the show Portia tells her women give up their dreams for their husbands, I loved how when she did that, she burned her LW pamphlets at the same time as Colin finally got past his writers’ block and began soaring. And my heart pained. As a strong-willed woman, with daughters myself, I would never, could never imagine this for my girls. I would say we live in a different time, but I will also say for the sake of argument, with the way society has come for women and our rights in the past few years, this season hit different. Perhaps it’s why I appreciated the themes that much more.  Never give up your dream’s ladies, not for anything, especially men.

So, at the end of all of it, after she decided to give up her identify, after she decided that she could never give up herself, her writing, and with the Queen giving her the go ahead, and her husband standing by her side, Penelope has decided to continue finding herself through her writing. And maybe that will take her to her novel, “Wallflower” and maybe it doesn’t. Maybe she becomes Mayfair’s most famous journalist, but I can’t wait to find out either way.

Stick around for part 4....

Isn’t Pen ending up with a baby right away truly ending her career and freedom for her and colin and traveling?

[charredchesspiece]

Devilish in nature, the demon's amusement sent shivers down Ciel's spine. Even more so as his only source of light had been concealed by the figure that towered over him. His subtle wording that were harsh underneath served to knit the young man's brows.

How he loathed being scolded like a child. Yet, acting as one has only brought him to his current trouble.

Feeling the weight of the gloved hand loose, the boy was able to make slightly comprehensible sentences through puckered lips.

"I said... let me go!"

With only one free hand, the petite thief fought to claw back the devil's other hand held about his captured wrist. How delicately the evidence sat between his fingers, threatening its end upon the floor.

"What's wrong wiff just one?"

Ah. Provoking would only get him so far.

Something about this moment feels dreadfully familiar.

Eh. It's probably nothing.

Gelid eyes linger on the teetering red velvet brownie. If Ciel is not careful, it will surely crumble, staining the Phantomhive carpet with its deep red body. Wouldn't that be the truest shame? To waste such hard work and artistry—a disturbing thought indeed. It could cause a demon to shudder, which is why the butler plucks the pastry out of Ciel's hand.

"It is the principle, my lord," Sebastian informs with a sharp smile. "Your afternoon tea, which I have never missed in all my years of serving you, is just around the corner now. Had you exercised the patience I know you possess, the brownie would be yours as it was always meant to be." His smile fades now, transitioning into a nonplussed frown. "Why would you do something so childish?"

[theaawalker]

Character tropes are a writer's bread and butter, for better or worse. Because of this, it can be easy for your characters to be mistaken, copied, and boxed in with others. Especially in this industry, it's important to stand out. What’s the difference between a flat character and a well-rounded character? How do writers bring a character to life on the page? When it comes to character development, these are central questions—especially when it comes to using character tropes...

[ ~ a world that's waiting up for me ~ ]

What Are Character Tropes?

The word “trope” refers to a common motif or pattern in a work of art. In the context of fiction, character tropes refer to common attributes or even entire stock characters. The word trope comes from the Greek word 'tropos' meaning “to turn.” Originally it referred to rhetorical devices that a writer uses to develop an argument. Character tropes can be useful in fiction, but when overused, they can detract from a story.

Common Character Tropes

Every genre of storytelling has its own stable of common character types, and as a storyteller it’s worth being aware of them. Here are nine of the most common:

1. The chosen one:

The chosen one is a common fantasy trope. Their identity typically revolves around a task that’s been set aside for them, which they typically pursue without much hesitation or complication. Like Frodo Baggins, Luke Skywalker, and Harry Potter, the chosen one is often, conveniently, an orphan.

2. The damsel in distress:

One of the most common and pernicious types of female character tropes, the damsel in distress, whatever form she takes, is a passive figure who exists mostly as an object for the hero to save. Even versions of the character who turn out to be a little more plucky than expected (think Princess Fiona from Shrek or Princess Leia from Star Wars) have become their own subset of this creaky old trope.

3. The femme fatale:

A mysterious and seductive woman who uses her sex appeal to seduce and entrap her enemies, the femme fatale is a popular character trope in hardboiled mysteries. In many ways, the femme fatale is an updated version of supernatural witches or sorceresses. It’s no spoiler to say that she nearly always leads men to destruction. Sharon Stone, Uma Thurman, and Eartha Kitt are the queens of this trope. <3

4. The girl next door:

The small-town girl with a heart of gold is, in many ways the opposite of the femme fatale. A common film and TV trope, the girl next door is innocent, kind, and wholesome. In other words, she’s the embodiment of domestic femininity and typically a candidate for the male protagonist’s love interest. Take Mary Jane Watson for instance.

5. The mad scientist:

Going back to Dr. Frankenstein (or any number of sorcerer antecedents), the mad scientist is usually a villain, driven by an eccentric, antisocial personality and unrestrained hubris or a desire to play god. The mad scientist’s benign counterpart is the nerdy “absent-minded professor” who’s so engrossed by their work that they struggle to relate to “normal people.”

6. The trusty sidekick:

Like the damsel in distress, the trusty sidekick typically has no life outside their relationship to the main character and their quest. Whether the sidekick is a loyal companion, like Samwise in Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, a faithful butler, or a chatty best friend—as in any number of romance novels—their main quality is that they have no story of their own.

7. The wise old man:

Sometimes an actual wizard, sometimes just an old guy who’s seen his share, the wise old man is a long-enduring stock figure who usually imparts some special wisdom to the protagonist. Dumbledore, Master Oogway, Gandalf, and Master Miyagi.

8. The dumb muscle:

Based on the idea that it’s impossible to be smart and fit at the same time, the dumb muscle is an exceedingly common minor character, especially in action and adventure stories. As a bad guy the dumb muscle is easily outsmarted or otherwise bested by the main character. X-Men's Juggernaut is a prime example.

9. The antihero:

Antiheroes are typically cynical loners with major personality flaws, often darkly appealing bad boys. Like normal heroes, the antihero still drives the story, but often to a more amoral place. Tony Soprano, Red Arrow, Emma Frost, and the grittier versions of Batman are all prime examples of modern antiheroes. These days, antiheroes are almost as common as idealized heroes.

5 Tips for Avoiding Character Tropes

Character tropes aren’t good or bad in and of themselves. In some types of fiction, especially epics, satires, and more plot-driven forms of fiction, the use of stock characters can be expected and even desirable. The problem is when writers lean so heavily on these tropes that they’re no longer telling an original story. This is the point where archetypal characters can bleed into stereotypes. In order to avoid (or at least complicate) character tropes, you’ll need to develop a richer sense of your characters. Here are a few tips:

1. Figure out what your characters really want.

One reason writers lean on stereotypes is because they don’t know their characters well enough. Instead of playing to type, spend some time figuring out what really motivates your characters. Are they driven by a need to belong? By a thirst for knowledge? By a desire to be recognized? These super-objectives may lead your characters to buck their outward roles in interesting ways.

2. Look for opportunities to subvert tropes.

If you find yourself drawn to certain tropes, look for ways to undermine them. While this sort of self-conscious style may not be right for every story, it can be especially compelling in the context of genres that traditionally rely on tropes: think fantasy novels, horror movies, love stories, westerns, and other popular genres.

3. Get to know your characters outside the story.

A common writing exercise is to develop backstories for your major characters. Imagine them in real life. Ask yourself questions about your characters, like: What was this person like in high school? What objects are on their nightstand? How do they get along with their families? While seemingly inconsequential, these questions can help you get a sense of the individuality of your characters, rather than just thinking of them as adhering to a common type.

4. Allow your characters’ personalities to change.

Again, there are types of stories where characters may remain static, but in general, it’s important for readers to feel like your character changes (or at least has the potential to change) over the course of the story. Remember, the change need not always be positive, but there should be some sense that the experience they’ve had has marked them in some way.

5. Avoid clichéd situations.

Sometimes the issue isn’t with the characters you’ve developed but the scenario in which you’ve placed them. If you’ve created a pair of star-crossed lovers who are meant to fall for one another at first sight, it’ll be hard not to make the situation feel hackneyed—no matter how well-drawn your lovers are. If you’re only thinking in terms of common plot tropes, it may be hard to get your characters out of them. If you’re working in a science fiction or fantasy setting, this is where worldbuilding might help you find more interesting angles to explore.

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[aita-blorbos]

AITA for trying to help my friend?

Some years ago, I [4,000M] met a clever, handsome, and polite gentleman, who I shall call S, [42M] although that is not his name. I initially mistook him for a servant, to my great embarrassment (I do am not often mistaken). However, upon seeing his dignified manner, his handsome face, and his kingly bearing, I realized that he could not be a servant at all, but must be some great and noble lord. He had been very gracious with me, despite my error, and had dressed me splendidly, so I invited him to a ball at my home, where he impressed my sisters and cousins with his fine dancing.

S told me, however, that he was a butler. I told him that he was far too handsome to be a servant. He told me, in his charming humility, that he had no idea what I meant. I told him that I understood what had happened—that his enemies must have brought him low, and that he had been made into a butler by their wickedness. (This is exactly the type of thing the man he serves might do. He has similarly entrapped another dear friend of mine as his wife.) S told me that he had always been a butler.

I have decided to make S a king—in fact, the king of England. He seemed overwhelmed by my kindness, and demurred, but I insisted. Modesty is a virtue of his with which I am very well acquainted.

Have I been too generous? Too kind? Too lavish in my praises of such an extraordinary gentleman? Ought I have let him get accustomed to the idea for—oh, a month or two, before telling him of my intentions? Surely not. If you had met him, you would understand.

[fischl-official]

So how's your bird butler seen last time i saw him flying in fontaine and getting stuck into trees. I hope he was fine

Indeed, one hath sent Oz out for reconnaissance unto the land of the law, however uh, he elected not to mention events such as thus. One shall inquire to his wellbeing for thine sake, yet one is assured he is fairing well. He hast faced many battles alongside the prinzessin and getting a tad entrapped is naught something requiring worry!

[elvisabutler]

queen of graceland verse

summary: once upon a time a girl fell in love with a boy who her parents didn't approve of. they hatched a plan of mutual baby entrapment to force her parents to let them stay together one summer. what followed is a passel of heirs for a king of rock and roll and his queen of graceland. ( originally this was a fill for only austin butler's version of elvis presley but i've truly kind of expanded it to be read either way. ) to be read in order, technically.

it’s no fun when the sun’s ‘round ( rated m? prequel to queen of graceland work in progress. ) queen of graceland ( rated m, 50s elvis with breeding kink with mutual baby entrapment. ) we plan a big family ( rated t, 60s/hollywood/ken doll elvis. ) children ‘n dogs ( rated t, 60s/hollywood elvis. sequel of sorts to queen of graceland. ) idk maybe more. this is such a weird verse i never know.

[busygirlgcttagc]

timeline

born the 14th of February

1-15: Lara lives with her parents, Lord Henshingly and Lady Amelia Croft; her first sixteen years of her life are made of private studies and then at the all-girls high in Wimbledon, learning to be a proper lady

16: Lara joins Father Patrick in the island of Connussie, Ireland, where she gets her first taste of adventure and the supernatural; later on she joins Werner Von Croy in his expedition in Angkor Wat after begging her father for weeks. This result in tragedy as he gets to the Iris and she returns home with her mentor clearly upset and her parents glad she seemingly got over her desire for adventure

16-21: Lara meets John Constantine, who saves her from a demonic attack; afterwards, she's enlisted in Gordonstoun Boarding School in Scotland and then the Swiss Finishing School, where she discovers her love for various sports; her parents promise her hand to the Earl of Farringdon, who's she's set to marry after a skiing trip

21: her plane crashes in the Himalayas, where she turns out to be the only survivor; once at home she finds herself oppressed by the rules of nobility and refuses to marry her parents give her an ultimatum and eventually cut contacts with her, disinheriting her, and she goes to live to her aunt Margaret's summer manor with her butler Winston

21-24: Lara gets into several adventures, some which include finding the Philosopher Stone, the Arc of the Covenant, the Spear of Destiny, Bigfoot and dealing with the Aztec God Xolotl; she offers to buy her aunt's manor thanks to money regained by writing books in her adventures but her aunt refuses, confirming her place on top of her favorite family members

24: she finds the Scion of Atlantis and blows up T-Rexes, the remaining atlantean strongholds and its ruler; later on, she finds a once lost Temple dedicated to cats in Egypt

25: she retrieves the dagger of Xian and in the process single handedly takes down the Fiamma Nera cult and, later on, the A.V.A.L.A.N.C.H.E. organization after finding the resurrecting mask of Tornarsuk, and some mercenaries and dinosaurs in Las Vegas. She also travels for the first time in a whole different world, at least as far as she knows, but she doesn't talk much about her journey through the Floating Islands

26: Lara finds some ancient alien crystals, the Infada Artifacts, and takes down fake gods, a scientist who liked "The Thing" a little too much, the entire US military in Area 51 and an immortal CEO (twice!); aunt Margaret dies

27: Lara joins the expedition in the Tomb of Tutankhamonand, later on, messes with Von Croy by infiltrating in his industries to steal the Iris, further souring their relationships; months later Lara accidentally starts the Apocalypse by releasing Set, who promptly mind controls Von Croy; she gains the favors of Horus and entraps Set once more, but she's buried under the Great Pyramid and taken for dead

28: Lara is saved by Putai, shaman of Horus, and joins the Bantiwa tribe; she considers herself born anew, takes the name of "El Hawa", "Desert Wind", and lives happily until Von Croy finds her once more; after discussing it with her newfound family, she returns to England with the promise of coming back one day, keeping their talisman as protection

29-32: Lara is ready to return to Egypt when she learns that an old enemy of the Bantiwa, 'Scar', took his revenge on her tribe and slaughtered them all, as far as she knows. after that, and growing more and more frustrated with the media and her parents, she self isolates in her manor and cuts contact with anyone in her life apart from Winston, letting the PTSD fester

32: she's convinced to go to meet Von Croy in Paris after he calls her to help him find the Obscura Paintings for Eckhardt, just to be framed for his murder when the "Monstrum" kills him; she manages to defeat the Black Alchemist and, soon after, the last of the Nephilim also thanks to the Kurtis Trent, member of the Lux Veritatis, who leaves her behind after being mortally injured but not without leaving behind his Chirugai, a mystical weapon that assures her that he's still alive, somewhere

33: after a long, year long trial, she's finally considered not guilty for the murders, but still has to do community works for sneaking into the Louvre; still, she slowly returns to raid tombs

34: returning to Egypt to find signs of her lost tribe, she discovers Set managed to escape its tomb and, finally, with the help of Literal Gods Horus And Isis she manages to defeat the evil god once and for all [ BLOG CANON STARTS HERE ] Kurtis finally pays her a visit, becoming a somewhat constant roommate as they track down Gunderson and the rest of the Cabal

35: Lara meets up with John again and finds Excalibur ( or something similar to it, anyway! ) with fellow treasure hunter Nathan Drake and the Island of Yamatai

[scots-gallivanter]

TWELVE

I spied a rickety ladder leading up to the loft. Climbing up, I found myself looking out of a broken skylight at the vast expanse of Luce Bay with the Mull of Galloway stretching into the distance. I shouted down to Bill: ‘This is where we are going to live.’

TESSA KNOTT SINCLAIR, owner of Glenwhan Gardens

NATURE PROBABLY INTENDED the Mull of Galloway to be an island but decided against it at the last minute. This lofty, precipitous headland, landlocked by an isthmus, is none the worse for it, however. It has a rare island feel about it that switches clock time off, so that a watch means as much as a hill of beans. Even the onomatopoeic placenames may soothe: Mary Wilson’s Slunk, Sheep Hank, Stinking Bight, Nick of Kingdom, Lagantulluch, Muldaddie, Cairnie Finnart, Scarty Head and Killantringan. We tramp the beach at West Tarbet, only a few hundred yards from East Tarbet, although the two might be on different planets. On the west we have sheer cliffs hammered by waves, while East Tarbet is less dramatic and greener.

On the eastern side, on Mull farm, at the foot of a cliff that faces Luce Bay, is the oldest ecclesiastical building in Galloway, the medieval Chapel of St Medana, partly built out of a cave. Nearby are the Chapel wells, which are filled with sea water at high tide. Bathing in them as the sun rose on the first Sunday of May was considered a cure-all. Most of the parishioners would congregate there on ‘Co Sunday’ to bathe and leave gifts.

We fall in with David Green, an engineer, who is wild-camping on the western shore, and scuba diving. Disarmingly, he introduces himself as ‘a spectrum dweller’ and brings me back up to speed with our slipshod times: ‘There are so many idiots coming up from the northeast to fish off the rocks here. The first thing they do is build a fire and get their carry outs out. We had them here last night. At four in the morning the wind blew their pop-up tent down, so they just burned it. It has got really bad the last few years. They leave their mess everywhere.’

We discuss jetsam that was battered into a slippery crag years ago. David, who has dived around here for years, knows about it: a gigantic, rusting gas heat-exchanger, which fell off a ship some 15 years ago and has been left for the archaeologists of a future time to fight over, to supplement the wreck of a tanker that ran aground in gales near Killantringan lighthouse in 1982 and still sits, half-submerged.

We are at the southern end of the Rhins of Galloway, that 25-mile-long hammerhead peninsula you see on maps of western Scotland. The Rhins itself would have been an island but for the flat throat of land near Stranraer. The Mull, half a mile at the most from the tarbets, is where the peninsula juts into the Irish Sea: Scotland’s Land’s End, crowned by a lighthouse built by Robert Louis Stevenson’s grandfather in 1830. Today we haven’t the foggiest where the lighthouse is. It’s pea soup: visibility is down to the length of your shadow. On a clear day there are spectacular views of Scotland, Ireland, the Isle of Man and Cumbria, and you can see thousands of gannets diving on the cliffs. The RSPB has a nature reserve there and porpoises and dolphins often swim in the sea below. Way beneath the lighthouse the currents of the Solway and the Clyde meet in a maelstrom. From what I hear a Galloway 'witch', spurned by a sailor, wove nine tides to entrap him at the Mull. But the sailor heard about her spell and always lugged his boat over the tarbet. He was never doomed but the spell is still in place today.

Creepier still is the true tale of three lighthouse keepers who vanished from their post at the remote Flannan islands in 1900. Their disappearance remains one of the most puzzling enigmas in maritime history. The unsolved mystery was the basis for The Vanishing, a 2018 film, starring Peter Mullan and Gerard Butler, much of which was shot at the Mull and up the western crags of the Rhins. The crew tidied the old lighthouse garden. With wood left over from the set, volunteers built raised beds and restored it to its former glory.

The Mull of Galloway became a public asset thanks to £300,000 from the Scottish Land Fund in 2013. The sale from the Northern Lighthouse Board included a community-run lighthouse museum, three letting cottages, coastal heathland and cliffs – not the lighthouse itself, whose foghorn has been painstakingly restored to functional order.

Picture-postcard Portpatrick was also the subject of a community buyout. It is the main village on the west coast of the Rhins with its pastel houses running down to a small harbour with a multitude of boats. There is a local tradition, but no documentary evidence to support it, that Peter the Great lodged overnight here in 1698.

A ferry service ran from Portpatrick to Donaghadee (the Dover of Ireland) on the coast of County Down for some 300 years until 1867. At its peak 80,000 people a year sailed the route. But strong westerly winds took their toll on Portpatrick pier. Traffic switched to the longer but safer route along Loch Ryan, from Stranraer to Larne. And in 1871 the lighthouse at Portpatrick was removed stone by stone and shipped to Colombo in Ceylon (now Sri Lanka).

On July 3rd, 1834, the Caledonian Mercury wrote of an entrepreneur who dived for sunken treasures between Portpatrick and the Irish coast, describing it as 'a remarkable instance of ingenuity and enterprise': a new apparatus that allowed men to walk on the seabed: 'The people on the coast, envying him his rich harvest, have come off in boats and impeded his labour by throwing stones and other missiles, to his vexation, annoyance and interruption.'

The Mercury added: 'He employs several men, who descend in turn - can stay five hours at a time with the utmost ease, as a proof of which we have heard it said, that one of the divers who was tipsy the day before, on going down yielded to a propensity to sleep, and a companion had to descend to raise him from his slumbers.'

In 2007 the private owners of Portpatrick harbour applied to build a 57-berth marina and pontoons, but the council deemed it ‘completely inappropriate for the conservation of the area’. Locals formed a trust, and by 2012 they bought the harbour for £350,000.

South of Portpatrick (where the Southern Upland Way begins) there are umpteen caves and indentations. William Purves, a Victorian traveller, clown and strongman, shunned the world for Sheep Rink cave. There are two photographs of this hirsute hermit, in one of which he is holding a cup in his left hand and what looks like a kebab in his right but is probably a good helping of bannock. He did odd jobs for farmers and, ever the performer, sold postcards of himself. He even had a cave visitors’ book. As he got older, he flitted into a summerhouse near Ardwell before ending his days in the poorhouse in Stranraer.

The gulf stream warms the Rhins, and at Port Logan Botanic Gardens, there are groves of gunnera and eucalyptus, and numerous plants from Australasia, the Americas, and Southern Africa. These gardens famously doubled as Christopher Lee’s in The Wicker Man.

Walk along Luce Sands on a hot day and you could, if you’re a dreamer, imagine yourself in the Caribbean. The beach, which unknown copywriters dubbed ‘Scotland’s little secret’, is sweeping, long, shallow and gorgeously situated. At low tide you could walk the six miles between Sandhead and Ringdoo Point along sand. Its dunes made it an official Special Conservation Area, but, as usual along south-west Scotland, there is a caveat.

Yes. War games and the physics of death again. Red lines on the map. Danger Area. West Freugh has had a military presence of some sort or another since the First World War. Now the MoD is considering the 800-acre site for a UK deep space monitoring station. It is already a land and sea, weapons testing and training base. (In April 1957, a UFO was seen on radar 50,000 feet above RAF West Freugh. It was stationary for around 10 minutes and then took an impossibly sharp turn. It was described as being as large as a ship, and bigger than a normal aircraft. )

Fifty years ago, nearby Glenwhan was wild moorland, but it is now an impressive garden with plants from around the world: a slice of heaven, with winding paths, tasteful sculptures, tranquil ponds, and wonderful sea views. Hungry for sandeels, kittiwakes breeze down the coast, and terns steer east. Tessa Knott and Ian Sinclair bought Glenwhan over the telephone in 1971 after exploring Galloway ruins during a visit.

Now many years on, the garden they created is, I would agree with Tessa, ‘a small piece of Nature’s magnificence’.

[thenextlordthorpe]

“I don’t have to touch one hair on him to pass on any suffering to him. Think of how the men of society will scorn him, how he will have no work and be reduced to a pauper for entrapping the daughter of a Lord. Nobody will have him in their house in case he taints the other young women like he has you.” Rumours, especially those of women’s virtues, were so easily spread and believed. “I’m sure some jealous ladies of the ton would gladly whisper such rumours to their mothers so that he will be reduced to a beggar on the street. You could be by his side.” A sneer. “I’d say what a pretty pair you two would make but without the fineries you are used to, that could fast change.” He looks her up and down in disgust, utter contempt on his face. “Tell him. Tell the Lord Thorpe of my pretend capabilities and willingness to be his heir. Its what he wants and it will only serve me in the end when he comes to trust his now reputable son and heir. Think of how much easier that would make things for me and how I will have more influence on your and your life when I am in my fathers’ good graces. Do. It. For marriage, men have much more say in it than women. I could lay with more women in this town and never have to marry them. I cannot be forced into a marriage for anything, but you can. If not the servant than who? Maybe the butcher, the baker or the blacksmith? You do like them in service.” The mention of her rage, he laughs with heart at the thought of it. “You think I fear your rage? I welcome and encourage it. Burn the house down with it for all I care, it is no matter to me.”

Admitting that Oliver was hers instilled him with more confidence than before. It was confirmation, verbal and undeniably much more than a rumour or conjecture. “If you want my name, you’re welcome to it but a runaway son is easier to come back to than a whore daughter not of his blood who frequents the beds of servants? Who is to say Oliver is the only one? The Sinclair’s have a groomer who hates you and you’ve already been rumoured to be with him too. I’m sure some convincing my new Welsh friend to speak on it won’t be too hard and you’ve already got the reputation from Whistledown. That could be in the next issue. Who is the father to lay claim on the bastard Bennett? The butler or the groomer. I doubt you’ll long have my families name that you so desperately want to cling to.” Snarled back, the words thrown in her face.

Normally he would find shame in the shackle marks but this time he didn’t and rolled up the other sleeve to show just how tight that had been locked to his wrist. There were other scars from rough fights and injuries that would probably look awful to a lady, or anyone sheltered by society but now he shown them with every intent to shock. Wordlessly they warned that he had faced bigger things than the temper tantrum of a brat. “Now you beg for me to leave him alone?” With a shake of his head he laughs but this time its menacing. “That only makes me target him more!” He growls, low and nasty with vitriol he’d only used in other situations.

At the push, he doesn’t hesitate and pushes her back but only lightly. “I do not presume it; I invent it but once it is uttered to society it will take a life of its own and people will presume there is a life growing in you. A bastard. A future servant.” It should shock him how horrid he could make his words, but the taunts kept coming from his mouth.

“My father is more powerful, but you know how men can be when they have a woman warm in their bed. He listens to her, cares for her deeper than he does you and more intimately. She can reach him when you can’t, in moments after their coupling which he would adore more than you.” Darkened eyes glare at her to throw another accusation. “Unless you want to take her place but even then, I doubt he’d touch spoiled goods.” Nothing of his mother leaves his mouth but there’s a deeper anger glaring at her, blazing through. “You cannot command me. He insisted I am here and so I will be. Besides,” he grins turning the charming smile that had won over the ton in mere moments of his return, “you’ve seen how eager they are to talk to me. It seems I’ve made your little event memorable. You’re welcome.” Condescending and trying to press her more. “Decide which it will be. Either you tell my father I am a positive force or that I am cruel and rude. Either way, I get some semblance of what I want.”

Punish your lover. Punish your lover. Punish her Oliver. That alone made Juliet's rage build from behind her skin into her face even more, her skin flushed and red. If she were only a man, the Thorpe man would be on the floor, sprawled out, but alas, she was only a woman, a woman with a biting, cutting tongue and she would cut apart at every facet of her stepbrother if he so much as gave her Oliver a cutting glance. There was a lioness that neither would or could be tamed inside of the blonde noblewoman, especially when it came to who she deeply loved and there was no greater love that she carried more than her sweet Oliver, her innocent Oliver who deserved only love, acceptance and care - and Juliet would make certain of it. He would often laugh and playfully poke fun at her fiery nature - but Juliet truly could not hold back on it, keep her tongue whenever those threatened him - or anyone else she dearly loved.

Right in his face, anger dancing off of her tongue, Juliet breathed heavily. "You dare speak or touch one red curl on his head - and I will make every moment since you've arrived entirely insufferable. I will have it that your father only hears from me - and what he will hear is how capable you are to be Lord, how refined you've come into your own and all of the responsibilities will be handed to you. I will suggest that you be married off as well - and that all of your mediocre little wishes will come to ashes in your mouth. You think that I will not, you think so foolish as to challenge me? You will thank heaven and hell both that you keep your insipid, arrogant mouth shut around Oliver Heywood - or I will drown you in the depths of my rage so much that you will pray to be shackled amongst the wretched ship you were once tied to. You will pray for it, brother." Juliet promised, her words out in the open harsh whispered so that no one but her beloved brother could hear.

Back in the privacy of the room, Juliet only disgustingly snarled at him, her rage only increasing as he spoke and the utter disgust that only made her stomach lurch. "How foolish and disgusting you are to even suggest that Oliver - and yes, MY Oliver - would ever lay with you, you disgusting, horrid bloody creature that rots the name of Thorpe! No wonder your blessed father - well, our blessed father now - so desperately wanted to give his name to my brother and I. What other option did he have, besides you? You loathsome, arrogant creature." Juliet, her eyes blurry with her own rage and tears, listened with a snarl still.

Gasping, Juliet looked down at the shackle marks on his wrist, on his arm and she turned her lip upward in disgust. "You have not met this particular brat indeed, dear brother. This particular brat will not let you rest, will not allow a single reprieve if you harm one hair on my Oliver's head. He has nothing to do with this - our woes are between each other, are they not? I will not hesitate." Juliet pushed him hard, when he dared to mention the word grandchild and let out an anguished sob.

"You dare to presume - presume - " She never did wish to be a man - to be a strong, powerful man, as Juliet Thorpe quite loved to be her dainty small lady-like self - but right now, she wished for it, prayed for it. She wished to be as strong as she could conjure to land a great punch to her stepbrother. Tears spilled onto her face, shaking her head as he looked at him, disgusted.

"You are neither my keeper nor my true brother. You will not tell my mother anything - and if you do, remember your father is the one more powerful and quite adores me, unlike you. Tell me - did your mother love you as you are, beast and all? How horrific, how sad that must have been - to have a son as wretched as you." She spoke, chest heaving as she glared.

"I command that you leave this matinee now, the event that is of my own doing - or I will cry to our father about how rude and cruel you have been to me. Do you wish for that?"

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