#this is all purely hypothetical of course!

[comite-de-salut-public]

who's more likely to win in a fight between saint-just and carnot? and can we check?

I don't think it's my place to say, and also no. Please don't give them any more ideas.

[shima-draws]

Purely hypothetical question BUT if I were to revive one of my (many) ask blogs…which one would you want to see…👀

Looking at these and sweating why do I have so many ask blogs. I may have a problem

[sleepygaymerdisease]

ill listen to the poll in like an hour or whatever. not a day lol

[fanbasetwo]

✦ WHEN YOU MATCH RIIZE’S FREAK — PT.01

001. PAIRING , riize ! maknae line × afab reader 002. GENRE , scenario, drabble work . . . NOTE FROM SENA , just a filler work since I don't want to stay inactive :( will post the hyung line version someday lol 🤎 MASTERLIST!!

HONG SEUNGHAN . . . ✦

The cashier’s question hung in the air, dripping with innocence. “Is this for your baby?”

You glanced at your boyfriend, Seunghan, whose lips were twitching as he fought back a laugh. The overflowing basket in front of you didn’t help—chocolate bars, plush toys, and Lego sets practically screamed wholesome parent vibes. Seunghan gave an exaggerated nod, his expression far too serious for the situation. “Of course,” he said, his voice betraying the slightest quiver of amusement. Your jaw dropped. “You’re not helping!” you hissed, but he only grinned, entirely unbothered.

The truth? There was no baby. The weekend haul wasn’t for any hypothetical child but for two grown adults—specifically, you and Seunghan—who spent lazy afternoons building Lego houses and hoarding plush toys like the overgrown kids you secretly were.

At home, the living room looked like a toddler’s dreamland. Lego pieces were scattered across the carpet in chaotic piles. Seunghan was sprawled on his stomach, his brows furrowed in intense concentration as he assembled a construction truck. You sat cross-legged nearby, your fingers carefully snapping together brightly colored bricks. “Look at this!” you exclaimed, holding up a newly completed Lego house. Its tiny windows and mismatched roof were pure perfection—or so you thought. Clapping in excitement, you beamed. “This one’s gold!”

Seunghan rolled his eyes, shooting you a half-hearted glance before returning to his truck. “Gold? More like beginner level,” he teased, smirking as he expertly clicked two more pieces into place. “Rude,” you pouted, nudging him with your foot. “If someone saw us like this, they’d probably think we’re insane. Adults playing with kids’ toys?” He didn’t even look up, his focus unshaken. “Let them think whatever they want,” he replied smoothly. Then he added, without missing a beat, “But we’re together, right? That’s what matters. Who cares if we’re a little weird?”

You paused, his words sinking in. A warm smile spread across your face as you set down the Lego house. He was right—being “freaky” or unconventional didn’t matter when it was with him.

LEE SOHEE . . . ✦

Living together had turned into a whirlwind of unpacking, decorating, and adjusting for you and Sohee. Between all the chaos, there was one thing you’d managed to avoid—shaving. It wasn’t intentional at first, but the moment razor bumps made their unwelcome appearance the last time you tried, you vowed to steer clear. The solution? Long pants and full-sleeved pajamas, even in the heat of summer.

It worked—until it didn’t.

One evening, as you lounged at home, Sohee’s sharp eyes finally caught on. His gaze lingered on your covered legs, his expression unreadable. “You’ve been avoiding something,” he stated matter-of-factly. Caught off guard, you hesitated. “What do you mean?” he didn’t answer right away, just leaned forward and tugged lightly at the hem of your pants. “Why are you hiding your legs?”

Flustered, you looked away, mumbling, “I messed up last time I shaved, okay? Razor bumps are no joke.”

His brows raised slightly, and then—to your surprise—he chuckled. Not the mocking kind of laugh, but one filled with warmth. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

Before you could respond, he disappeared into the bathroom and returned with your razor, a small towel, and shaving cream. “Sit,” he instructed, pointing to the couch. “What? Why?” “I’m doing it for you,” he said simply, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Reluctantly, you pulled on a pair of shorts and sat down, watching him with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. He knelt in front of you, focused as he lathered the cream onto your leg.

“You have to shave in the direction of hair growth,” he explained, his tone almost professional as he carefully ran the razor along your skin. “That way, you avoid razor bumps.” You couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You sound like a tutorial video.” He smirked without looking up. “And you’re a terrible student if you didn’t know this already.”

His touch was gentle but precise, his attention entirely on the task. The awkwardness you feared never came. Instead, there was comfort—a kind of intimacy you hadn’t expected. When he finished, he leaned back, inspecting his work. “There. Smooth as silk. Now you can stop hiding from me.” you blinked down at your leg, then back at him. “You’re not even a little grossed out?”

He scoffed, standing up. “Why would I be? You’re mine, freaky shaving habits and all.”

You grinned, your chest warm. If this wasn’t love, you didn’t know what was.

LEE ANTON . . . ✦

The room was quiet except for the faint sound of a movie playing on your phone screen. You pointed at the screen, where two actors were locked in a dramatic kiss, a cube of chocolate passed between their mouths. “Hmm, you think that’s dirty?” you asked, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as you glanced at him. He didn’t answer right away, his eyes lingering on the screen before shifting to meet yours. “Don’t know unless I try,” he said. His voice wasn’t teasing, though—it held a certain seriousness that sent a shiver down your spine.

Before you could retort, he grabbed a cube of chocolate from the table and slipped it into his mouth. You blinked, taken aback, but before you could fully process his intentions, he leaned in. His lips met yours, soft and warm, tasting faintly of the rich chocolate he was intent on sharing. The sweetness melted further between your mouths as his tongue pushed the piece into yours, teasing and deliberate. The sensation of the chocolate melting, mixing with the heat of the kiss, was intoxicating. Your hands instinctively flew to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as the moment deepened, every sense heightened.

The chocolate dissolved into a mix of flavors and warmth, making the kiss feel lighter yet more overwhelming. The world outside disappeared as you leaned further into him, his firm grip on your waist grounding you in the dizzying moment.

When the kiss finally broke, you both gasped for air, your foreheads resting against each other’s. Anton’s lips were smeared with chocolate, as were yours, but neither of you made a move to clean it. Instead, he leaned back slightly, a crooked, chocolatey grin spreading across his face. “It’s not dirty,” he declared with the utmost confidence, his voice low and steady, as if his conclusion were a scientific fact.

You stared at him, half-stunned and half-impressed, your lips tingling from the kiss. “You’re unbelievable,” you muttered, a laugh bubbling up from your chest. He grabbed the remote and paused the video, turning to you with a playful glint in his eye. “Unbelievably good, you mean.” That was the moment you realized something undeniable: your boyfriend didn’t just match your freak—he might actually surpass it.

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[hitomisuzuya]

Demon! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Scara playing cat and mouse, really. Degradation. Scenting. Corruption. Creampie. SELF INDULGENT

@missunstxble pitched the idea. I have one more Demon!Scara smut planned. Written listening to Animal by Magnolia Park.

"Hey, Scara?" You asked, looking up from the book of urban legends he'd been watching you read, "Do you think demons exist?"

"Hm?" Scaramouche said, focusing his attention on what you said as opposed to watching the way you played with your lower lip in thought while you read. "Elaborate your question, I'll amuse you," He has to fight to keep the smirk from tugging at the corners of his lips.

You were so cute, asking a demon about demons. Your innocent question made it twice as cute for him. You didn't know he is a demon.

"Do you believe in demons?" You repeated, showing him a illustration of what the author thought a demon would look like (to which he had to swallow back a snort). "And if you were a demon, what would be do to obtain that one human you really, really want?"

Well, he'd asked you elaborate, so you did.

Did you have any idea what you were really asking? Such naive innocence made him have to have you more. I mean look at you. All small and delicate. Fragile and defenseless.

So deliciously corruptible.

Scaramouche sighed, considering how to play his cards. He took the book from you, and closed it, holding it above his head when you tried to reach for it. "Let me frank, kitten," He began, flicking you in the forehead, "You are pure demon bait."

A shy blush reddened your cheeks. "Huh?" His answer blind sided you, "H-How?" For a hypothetical question, Scaramouche sure sounded like he'd taken the question seriously.

He almost licked his lips. You just continued to ooze innocence from every fiber of your being. That's what made you smell so fucking good. To tease you, he ignores your question. "To start with, I would start scenting you as soon as possible. The sooner you smelled like me, the better. It would deter other demon scum from taking what's mine."

He'd been doing that for weeks. Any opportunity he could find for you to wear his hoodie, or one of his shirts, he took it. "I would start marking that pretty skin if yours. Your collarbones, your throat," Raising a hand, his fingers followed the pattern of his words, ghosting over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, "your chest, your hips, your thighs. Any intimate part on your body would have my teeth marks."

Every word Scaramouche said was making your heart shake. You were stunned into silence, looking at him in awe. "Hypothetically speaking, of course," He chuckled, seeing the way your eyes lingered on his hand when he took it off your thigh.

"You know, honestly, that doesn't sound that bad," You said, making him raise an eyebrow at you. More more like a cat pricking his ears in attention. "That kind of possession just sounds so comforting to me," You blushed realizing Scaramouche's words started to make you wet.

Now Scaramouche allowed himself to smirk. Tug tug went the cat, pulling on the string attached to the mouse. You'd only put yourself that much closer to being his. You were practically begging for him to take you now.

A demon needed to have patience.

"Hey, Scara?" You asked, the shy tone in your voice made his cock twitch. He could hear your heart pounding in your chest, smell your sudden arousal filtering in the air. "You wanna unwind, and have sex?" Even the shy quiver that went through your body was irresistible to him.

"Offering yourself up on a silver plate," Scaramouche purred, moving closer to you on your bed, "how very characteristic of demon bait," His hands were already unzipping and taking his hoodie off of you. He'd purposely turned your air conditioner down more than a few degrees so you would get cold and ask to wear it.

He would allow himself to lose control a little while still keeping his secret. You didn't have time to think about much his teasing flustered you. His hands were pawing at your clothes, his mouth and lips on your skin steadily starting to draw shaky moans from you.

Scaramouche groaned, scooping a fold of skin into his mouth. The taste nearly made his eyes roll into the back of his head, his teeth feverishly sucking and grinding on your pliable flesh. Your arms wound around his neck, a shaky hand finding the back of his head.

You pressed his mouth against your neck, your hips jerking up to grind your clothed pussy against his cock. He'd left only your panties on, just so he could feel your juices through the flimsy fabric onto his cock. One hand found your hips, holding them down as he grinded his cock against your panties.

"Fuck, what a slut," Scaramouche laughed shakily, his degradation sending jolts of pleasure to your throbbing clit, "already so wet for me," A wet pop accompanied his mouth as he took it off your neck.

You were already reaching to take your panties off, earning you a gentle smack on your hand. He hastily tugged your panties off. "Do you know how long I've wanted to devour you?" There was a somewhat unfocused, drunk look in his striking indigo eyes.

Such a desperation for Scaramouche gripped your body. It reflected in your eyes, in the way your body pressed against his. You were clinging to him, which is what he craved more than anything. You moaned as he pushed the head of his leaking cock against your entrance.

"To stretch this pretty pussy out, and fuck my cock deep inside?" Sweet mewls keened from you as he started to push his cock inside of you, his fingers dancing on your clit. "To feel you clench like a whore on my cock?" He pinched your clit, hissing in pleasure as your gummy walls clutched around his length.

Leaning down, Scaramouche scooped one of your nipples into his mouth to suck on. You gasped in pleasure, eagerly rocking your hips up to help draw his cock inside of you. He was fast overwhelming your senses, your body twitching sensitive as his tongue swirled around your nipple.

With a growl, he bottomed out with a quick snap of his hips. His cock nudging firm into your sweet spot before he started thrusting made you see stars. "So soft, and warm. So fucking tight," He groaned, pressing his weight down on you, giving himself leeway to fuck himself deeper into you.

Your fingernails dug into his back, racking along his skin in a way that made him shudder in pleasure. If only you knew that a demon was fucking you this good.

He sat up, firmly gripping your thighs to hold them apart. He wanted to admire his cock pumping in and out of you, juices seeping around his cock as you lost the ability to form coherent words.

"So big.." You whimpered, writhing on the bed in his grasp, "Sc-Scara.." was about all you could manage. Each stroke of his cock, stretching and rubbing between your walls sent you that much closer to the edge. Your words fell apart into uncontrolled moans.

"Fuck, moan just like that while I empty my cock inside you," He kept a possessive grip on one of your thighs, rubbing your clit, "cum on my cock like an obedient slut," Putting his hand under your head, he picked it up so he could press a heated, possessive kiss on your lips.

"Look at you shake," Scaramouche purred in approval as you suddenly creamed on his cock, shaking and drooling from the intensity of your orgasm. "Such a good girl deserves a reward," The sensation of his cock ribboning cum inside of you further melted you underneath him.

[licorice-tea]

Could I Be Loved By You?

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x reader, Roronoa Zoro x reader, Trafalgar Law x reader (separate)

Content: pure fluff<3

Word Count: 0.7k (total)

A/N: short head cannons are something i haven’t really written before, so i hope these are still good! im in class rn but i got bored so i just finished writing sanji’s lmao- please enjoy! :)

Part 2

What happens when you ask them; “Do you think we’re together in every universe?”

Vinsmoke Sanji - 0.2k

“Sanji, sweetheart-“

“Yes, love?”

You smile softly at him before continuing. “Do you think we’d be together in every universe?”

Sanji doesn't even take a moment to consider his answer- he simply blurts out; “Yes. Always.”

A giggle escapes your lips, which come to press a kiss to his cheek. “I don’t know what other answer I could have expected from you.”

“I have more to say, if you'd like to hear it of course.”

“Mhm.” You nod.

Sanji clears his throat with a flourish, as if he's about to present some grandeur speech. “You are the love of my life- and of all my lives. Without getting to love you and be loved by you, I don’t think I’d be able to go on. So, naturally, we would be together in every universe. If not; it must be a world where I don’t exist.” Then, he takes your hands in his. “My love, I’d be yours in any universe you’d have me in.”

Your gentle smile grows into a full blown grin and, naturally, your lips are drawn to his.

Roronoa Zoro - 0.2k

“Do you think we’re together in every universe, Zoro?”

He shrugs, and starts fiddling with his swords. They lean against the same wall that the two of you are sitting on, his legs crossed around the spot where they hit the floor and yours pressed up against your chest.

“Doesn’t really matter, does it? We’re together here.”

You simply hum in response. It was unreasonable to except something poetic from him in the first place.

“But I hope we are.”

At this, your ears perk up. You turn to face him with wide eyes.

“I just mean… I hope I’ve done enough to deserve you in other lifetimes.”

The corners of your lips quirk up in a smile, and your arms encircle his much larger and more solid one. “You do more than enough in this one. Don’t worry about that.”

Zoro smiles too- not only at your words, but the tickle of your breath against his neck when you speak.

He really doesn’t care to imagine other universes- not when a mere moment with you is enough to take up all the space in his mind for hours on end- but Zoro will still always indulge your whims.

Trafalgar Law - 0.3k

“Law.”

He looks up from his book at your urgent tone. “Yes?”

“Do you think we’re together in every universe?”

He scoffs. “Yeah, of course.”

You tilt your head, silently urging him to continue. He doesn’t though- and he won’t indulge your curiosity without verbal reassurance. So, you give in.

“Why? I was expecting a full thesis with supporting evidence from you, smartass.”

Law shuts his book. “Ahem; Then, I believe that we would be together in every universe because… well, we’re together now. It’s the natural order of things, so why would that change in a supposed parallel universe?”

He’s such a nerd. You want to kiss him.

But instead, you just shrug. “Things happen.”

“Then I’d like to think that our relationship is still a constant.” He finishes off the topic with that. What reason could you have for wondering if you would still love each other in other universes, anyway? The answer is so glaringly obvious- to him, at least. He continues, this time teasing you. “Now, did you have a genuine question, or are we just proposing hypotheticals tonight?” Law smirks at you, but his cheeks are growing pinker by the second. It’s a futile attempt to cover how endearing he finds the thought.

With a satisfied shake of your head, you turn on your heel. “Nope! That was all.” And when you reach the hall outside his office, you poke your head back in. “Love you!”

Law pulls his hat down further, props his book up higher, and sinks into his chair. His voice is a quiet mumble as he returns the sentiment. “Love you too.” Which, he really does; he’s just a little shy.

[art-of-the-sea]

Cookie Run: Facets of Knowledge AU

[pt: Cookie Run: Facets of Knowledge AU]

" The Virtue of Knowledge holds two sides to it; Truth and Deceit. Only together can they truly understand its depths. "

Not so much a complete AU as a likely canon divergence, this 'verse is set after Dark Enchantress's defeat. Her attempt to free the Beasts from their eternal prison by creating new bodies for them ended catastrophically. The only way to keep them all at bay was to seal them within the Soul Jams carried by each of the Ancients, as well as within their own bodies. This came with its benefits and drawbacks- after all, the threat has been tamed for as long as the Ancients remain uncorrupted. Not only that, but the reuniting of the Soul Jams' other halves magnified the Ancients' power beyond imagining- as its main holders, it's all in their control now, out of reach of the Beasts.

The complications, of course, come with the continued presence of the Beasts within the Ancients. They may not have any powers, no, but they can certainly be heard by the Ancients they've been sealed within - even seen as a projection of the Soul Jam's magic. Pure Vanilla Cookie knows he's in no danger from Shadow Milk Cookie as long as he doesn't mentally give in to his lies. However, that doesn't stop the comments, the perspectives, or the presence he brings. Sealed together, they have to learn to understand each other deeper than either expected, and slowly, each begin to open their eyes to the other's views and experiences.

More details & doodles below the cut! ⤵️

- Shadow Milk Cookie can project himself outwardly into the world using the Light of Truth, but in almost all cases, the only one that can see, hear, or feel him is Pure Vanilla Cookie. This leads to quite a few reactions to seemingly "nothing" from the outside, which took a long while for the other cookies around him to get used to.

- Shadow Milk gets bored very often due to not having a physical body or the ability to interact with most cookies, so he often resorts to pestering Pure Vanilla in one way or another. PV found that ignoring him only makes it worse, so he'll often engage in giving hypothetical answers to SM's ridiculous lines of questioning. This tends to result in either an absurdly niche philosophy discussion or a yes-and fantasy lasting on-and-off for days.

- Distrust is rampant between the two, of course, which is beneficial for neither of them. Pure Vanilla is convinced Shadow Milk wants nothing but to control Earthbread once more, and SM thinks PV wants nothing more than to lock him away somewhere dark and eternal. Both are partially right, but they are forced to learn the depths of the others' perspective and understand how their defining traits are reflections of each other, stemming from the same place.

- Because of this, they slowly begin to understand each other. To trust each other. To let down the walls, because really... Who else would ever be able to comprehend them like the other?

- Pure Vanilla still refuses to trust him enough to let Shadow Milk take control of the body, though. After all, control of the body would hypothetically mean control of the Soul Jam, and he can't let himself risk the fate of Earthbread once more. Sure doesn't stop SM from pestering, begging, bargaining, and more to try!

- Arguments are surprisingly rare, because if both of them get too deep into their heated debate, they get uncomfortably close to the reality of how similar they are to each other; this tends to make them back off.

- Both of them also feel this discomfort when the other is genuinely feeling mentally unwell, as viewing the other's complexity reflects on their own they wish to conceal. This can result in an awkward attempt to cheer the other up or help the situation, if nothing else to simply remove the shared disconcertion.

(If anybody's honestly interested in learning details for this AU, send in an ask! I might even draw doodles for the replies. this au is also where this sorta popular doodle comes from)

Bonus:

me too gingerbrave

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

should a person with a penis pee after slash before sex

hi anon,

well, I suppose that depends on whether or not they needed to pee. if yes, then sure.

peeing beforehand is never a bad idea for anyone, if possible, since it would be inconvenient to suddenly realize you desperately need to pee right in the middle of sex. particularly for people with a penis, because there are muscles that essentially pinch off the bladder from the urethra during sexual arousal to make sure that there's no cross-contamination, as it were. speaking purely in terms of reproduction it's a bad idea to have pee coming out instead of semen, which is why we should all salute everyone with a dick and a piss kink who's had to furiously fight their way through millions of years of evolutionary adaption in order to chase their bliss.

as for afterward, one has to imagine that inevitably at some point after sex our hypothetical penis-owner will need to piss again, barring some unprecedented anatomical conditions. possibly you're asking if they ought to sprint straight for the toilet immediately after sex as people with vulvas are often advised to do, in which case I'm delighted to report that no one really needs to be doing that. "pee after sex" doesn't mean turning into sonic the hedgehog to get to the toilet as fast as possible the moment sex is done, it means not delaying when you feel the urge arise because it's better to flush out your urethra sooner rather than later in the hopes of preventing any bacteria from flourishing.

people with penises are generally less at risk from post-sex UTIs anyway, thanks to their longer urethras, but it sure doesn't hurt as I said, peeing at some point is pretty much inevitable. stay hydrated and nature will take it's course.

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

Of Sauron [Hypothetical] Redemption

Is Sauron redeemable?

This question is particularly active in the Sauron x Galadriel fandom, for obvious reasons. But it can be of interest to any Tolkien fan, really. Brace yourselves, this is a long read and we are going deep into Tolkien legendarium, here.

To many, the idea that Sauron is redeemable is absurd in itself because of how Tolkien describes him as “the second visible incarnation of evil”; “reincarnation of Evil, and a thing lusting for Complete Power” (Letter 131); or “shadow of Morgoth” (The Silmarillion). All of this means that Sauron is absolute and pure evil, yes? And hence, he has no possibility of redemption, whatsoever? 

Not quite.

For starters, there’s an idea that needs to be deconstructed here: Tolkien lore being “black and white”, or pure Evil vs. pure Good. It isn’t.

And this was actually, a grievance Tolkien himself had ever since his work first got published. The critics and the public, seemed determined to judge his books on an absolute dichotomy, without any nuance. Ironic, many are doing the same until this day (and probably the reason why Christopher Tolkien hated the Peter Jackson adaptations so much).  

Some reviewers have called the whole thing simple-minded, just a plain fight between Good and Evil, with all the good just good, and the bad just bad. Pardonable, perhaps (though at least Boromir has been overlooked) in people in a hurry, and with only a fragment to read, and, of course, without the earlier written but unpublished Elvish histories. But the Elves are not wholly good or in the right. Not so much because they had flirted with Sauron; as because with or without his assistance they were 'embalmers'. They wanted to have their cake and eat it: to live in the mortal historical Middle-earth because they had become fond of it (and perhaps because they there had the advantages of a superior caste), and so tried to stop its change and history, stop its growth, keep it as a pleasaunce, even largely a desert, where they could be 'artists' – and they were overburdened with sadness and nostalgic regret.  Tolkien Letter 154

Tolkien admits his lore doesn’t deal with “absolute evil” because he doesn’t believe in such a thing:

In my story I do not deal in Absolute Evil. I do not think there is such a thing, since that is Zero. I do not think that at any rate any 'rational being' is wholly evil. Satan fell. In my myth Morgoth fell beasts and monsters, and the Unknown. The defence of the realm may then indeed become symbolic of the human situation. Before Creation of the physical world. Tolkien Letter 183

Tolkien's Sauron

Did Tolkien created Sauron as a nuanced villain in his lore? What does he say about him? 

And there is Sauron. In the Silmarillion and Tales of the First Age Sauron was a being of Valinor perverted to the service of the Enemy and becoming his chief captain and servant. He repents in fear when the First Enemy is utterly defeated, but in the end does not do as was commanded, return to the judgement of the gods. He lingers in Middle-earth. Very slowly, beginning with fair motives: the reorganising and rehabilitation of the ruin of Middle-earth, 'neglected by the gods', he becomes a reincarnation of Evil, and a thing lusting for Complete Power – and so consumed ever more fiercely with hate (especially of gods and Elves). All through the twilight of the Second Age the Shadow is growing in the East of Middle-earth, spreading its sway more and more over Men – who multiply as the Elves begin to fade. The three main themes are thus The Delaying Elves that lingered in Middle-earth; Sauron's growth to a new Dark Lord, master and god of Men; and Numenor-Atlantis. Tolkien Letter 131

Mairon, the Maia of Aulë, was not evil in the beginning (because nothing is, in Tolkien lore).  He was corrupted by Morgoth. He repents of his crimes under Morgoth but doesn’t do penitance. During the Second Age, he begins his rise to power, being a cautionary tale of “the road to hell is paved with good intentions”.

In Season 1 of "Rings of Power", we saw "repentant Mairon" aka Halbrand:

In Season 2, Annatar was introduced, and he symbolizes "Sauron the reformer", who wants to rebuilt Middle-earth with good intentions:

Sauron was of course not 'evil' in origin. He was a 'spirit' corrupted by the Prime Dark Lord (the Prime sub-creative Rebel) Morgoth. He was given an opportunity of repentance, when Morgoth was overcome, but could not face the humiliation of recantation, and suing for pardon; and so his temporary turn to good and 'benevolence' ended in a greater relapse, until he became the main representative of Evil of later ages. But at the beginning of the Second Age he was still beautiful to look at, or could still assume a beautiful visible shape – and was not indeed wholly evil, not unless all 'reformers' who want to hurry up with 'reconstruction' and 'reorganization' are wholly evil, even before pride and the lust to exert their will eat them up. Tolkien Letter 153

During the Second Age, Sauron begins his rise to power, with good intentions, at first. However, his pride and lust for power becomes too great, and he aspires to become a “God of Men” (no longer a mere Maia).

And this is probably Sauron's greater crime (sin) in the legendarium, since Eru himself is called to intervene: Sauron was first defeated by a 'miracle': a direct action of God the Creator, changing the fashion of the world, when appealed to by Manwë [...] reduced to 'a spirit of hatred borne on a dark wind', I do not think one need boggle at this spirit carrying off the One Ring, upon which his power of dominating minds now largely depended (Letter 211).

Because of his admiration of Strength he [Sauron] had become a follower of Morgoth and fell with him down into the depths of evil, becoming his chief agent in Middle Earth. When Morgoth was defeated by the Valar finally he forsook his allegiance; but out of fear only; he did not present himself to the Valar or sue for pardon, and remained in Middle Earth. When he found how greatly his knowledge was admired by all other rational creatures and how easy it was to influence them, his pride became boundless. By the end of the Second Age he assumed the position of Morgoth's representative. By the end of the Third Age (though actually much weaker than before) he claimed to be Morgoth returned. Tolkien Letter 183 (note)

Let's dig in the "Sauron the supervillain":

The corrupted, as was Melkor/Morgoth and his followers (of whom Sauron was one of the chief) saw in them the ideal material for subjects and slaves, to whom they could become masters and 'gods', envying the Children, and secretly hating them, in proportion as they became rebels against the One (and Manwë his Lieutenant in Eä). Tolkien Letter 212

In my story Sauron represents as near an approach to the wholly evil will as is possible. He had gone the way of all tyrants: beginning well, at least on the level that while desiring to order all things according to his own wisdom he still at first considered the (economic) well-being of other inhabitants of the Earth. But he went further than human tyrants in pride and the lust for domination, being in origin an immortal (angelic) spirit. In The Lord of the Rings the conflict is not basically about 'freedom', though that is naturally involved. It is about God, and His sole right to divine honour. The Eldar and the Númenóreans believed in The One, the true God, and held worship of any other person an abomination. Sauron desired to be a God-King, and was held to be this by his servants; if he had been victorious he would have demanded divine honour from all rational creatures and absolute temporal power over the whole world.   Tolkien Letter 183

What these quotes tell us, is this: while Sauron isn’t “absolute evil” (because Tolkien himself didn’t deal with this in his legendarium, nor did he believed such a thing exists), Sauron's will (desires; intentions; goals) came pretty close to “wholly evil”.

Sauron is unmistakable evil, obviously distinguishable from “good”: he’s not a grey character, nor an anti-hero in any way, shape or form. He’s a full-on villain, some might even say a "super-villain", really. However, he’s not pure irredeemably wicked evil in Tolkien lore.

Why?

Tolkien's Ideas of Redemption

This goes back to Tolkien’s religious beliefs (Christian-Catholic) and how they are present in his legendarium; in 1953, he wrote this about the Orcs: 

the Diabolus Morgoth did, and started making things 'for himself, to be their Lord', these would then 'be', even if Morgoth broke the supreme ban against making other 'rational' creatures like Elves or Men. They would at least 'be' real physical realities in the physical world, however evil they might prove, even 'mocking' the Children of God. They would be Morgoth's greatest Sins, abuses of his highest privilege, and would be creatures begotten of Sin, and naturally bad. (I nearly wrote 'irredeemably bad'; but that would be going too far. Because by accepting or tolerating their making – necessary to their actual existence – even Orcs would become part of the World, which is God's and ultimately good.)   I have represented at least the Orcs as pre-existing real beings on whom the Dark Lord has exerted the fullness of his power in remodeling and corrupting them, not making them. That God would 'tolerate' that, seems no worse theology than the toleration of the calculated dehumanizing of Men by tyrants that goes on today.  Tolkien Letter 153 

In 1965, W.H. Auden asked Tolkien if the notion of Orcs (an entire race that should be seen as irredeemably wicked) was not heretical:

With regard to The Lord of the Rings, I cannot claim to be a sufficient theologian to say whether my notion of Orcs is heretical or not. I don't feel under any obligation to make my story fit with formalized Christian theology, though I actually intended it to be consonant with Christian thought and belief, which is asserted somewhere, Book Five, page 190,1 where Frodo asserts that the orcs are not evil in origin.   Tolkien Letter 169 

And now you know the reason behind Orc families in "Rings of Power".

Tolkien himself went back and forward with this notion, or even if the Orcs had “souls”, to begin with, but in the end his faith probably got the best of him. We also see this with his thoughts on Gollum:  

In which case (as I believe) salvation from ruin will depend on something apparently unconnected: the general sanctity (and humility and mercy) of the sacrificial person [...] Gollum had had his chance of repentance, and of returning generosity with love; and had fallen off the knife-edge.  Tolkien Letter 191

On the importance of repentance, even among the Valar:

The Fall or corruption, therefore, of all things in it and all inhabitants of it, was a possibility if not inevitable. Trees may 'go bad' as in the Old Forest; Elves may turn into Orcs, and if this required the special perversive malice of Morgoth, still Elves themselves could do evil deeds. Even the 'good' Valar as inhabiting the World could at least err; as the Great Valar did in their dealings with the Elves; or as the lesser of their kind (as the Istari or wizards) could in various ways become self-seeking.   Aulë, for instance, one of the Great, in a sense 'fell'; for he so desired to see the Children, that he became impatient and tried to anticipate the will of the Creator. Being the greatest of all craftsmen he tried to make children according to his imperfect knowledge of their kind. When he had made thirteen, God spoke to him in anger, but not without pity: for Aulë had done this thing not out of evil desire to have slaves and subjects of his own, but out of impatient love, desiring children to talk to and teach, sharing with them the praise of Ilúvatar and his great love of the materials of which the world is made. The One rebuked Aulë, saying that he had tried to usurp the Creator's power; but he could not give independent life to his makings. He had only one life, his own derived from the One, and could at most only distribute it. 'Behold' said the One: 'these creatures of thine have only thy will, and thy movement. Though you have devised a language for them, they can only report to thee thine own thought. This is a mockery of me.'  Then Aulë in grief and repentance humbled himself and asked for pardon. And he said: 'I will destroy these images of my presumption, and wait upon thy will.' And he took a great hammer, raising it to smite the eldest of his images; but it flinched and cowered from him. And as he withheld his stroke, astonished, he heard the laughter of Ilúvatar. 'Do you wonder at this?' he said. 'Behold! thy creatures now live, free from thy will! For I have seen thy humility, and taken pity on your impatience. Thy making I have taken up into my design.'   This is the Elvish legend of the making of the Dwarves; but the Elves report that Iluvatar said thus also: 'Nonetheless I will not suffer my design to be forestalled: thy children shall not awake before mine own.' And he commanded Aule to lay the fathers of the Dwarves severally in deep places, each with his mate, save Dúrin the eldest who had none. There they should sleep long, until Ilúvatar bade them awake.   Nonetheless there has been for the most part little love between the Dwarves and the children of Iluvatar. And of the fate that Ilúvatar has set upon the children of Aulë beyond the Circles of the world Elves and men know nothing, and if Dwarves know they do not speak of it.  Tolkien Letter 212

This is pure Christian doctrine.

Even though Tolkien legendarium is not a copy-paste from the Bible (and it has several other inspirations), it’s pretty clear that Eru Ilúvatar represents the Christian God. And even though God himself had different interpretations throughout History, I think we should see it as the God from Tolkien’s time (and our time, too): “God the Father” (which makes sense with what Tolkien created on his lore).

In Catholicism (Tolkien’s religion), God is just (God’s justice) but he’s also merciful, and he loves all of his children, even those who fallen into sin. No one is unredeemable in the eyes of God (no matter how deep one has fallen), if one truly repents and makes amends for his sins ("the virtue of penance"). God is always willing to give their faithful a second chance, if they accept him as their one true God, and make penitence in His service (whatever that might be).

In the lore, we know that the Children of Ilúvatar are Elves and Men. However, all the deities (Valar and Maiar) were also created by Eru. From a Christian perspective, the Valar are archangels, and the Maiar are angels. This is an on-going debate within Theology, because some agree that angels are “sons of God”, while others don’t. For the sake of the argument, I’ll just add this: Job 38:7 - when the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God [angels] shouted for joy. But more on that later.

This means that Sauron is, indeed, redeemable. But he has to make that choice, himself. "Free will"; another major theme in Tolkien lore.

And, the true question, here, isn’t “is Sauron redeemable?” but “is Sauron capable of repentance”? 

In Tolkien “canon”, meaning the events of “The Silmarillion”, “The Hobbit”, up until the end of “The Lord of the Rings” trilogy (First to the dawn of the Fourth Age) the answer is no.

After the One ring is destroyed by Frodo, Sauron’s spirit is left so diminished and weak, he can never rise to power, again, according to Gandalf:

If [the One Ring] is destroyed, then [Sauron] will fall; and his fall will be so low that none can foresee his arising ever again. For he will lose the best part of his strength that was native to him in his beginning, and all that made or begun with that power will crumble, and he will be maimed for ever, becoming a mere spirit of malice that gnaws itself in the shadows, but cannot again grow or take shape. And so a great evil of this world will be removed.  

However, this is not as simple. Sauron/Mairon is an immortal spirit by definition. He can’t never truly die, since he’s one of the spiritual forces that first helped shaped the world in the Ainulindalë (the Music of the Ainur), and no soul can be annihilated or reduced to zero (non-existent) in Tolkien legendarium.  

Sauron/Mairon’s whereabouts and fate after the dawn of Fourth Age are unaccounted for, because Tolkien didn’t get the chance to finish his story. We, truly, don’t know where he went, if we stayed on Middle-earth, or to the Undying Lands of Valinor (to finally face the judgement of the Valar for his crimes), because he could go whenever he wanted in Arda, really.  

One theory is that Manwë, the King of the Valar, might have come to Mordor to capture Sauron after the One ring is destroyed, based on this description from “Return of the King”: 

And as the Captain gazed south to the Land of Mordor, it seemed to them that, black against the pall of cloud, there rose a huge shape of shadow, impenetrable, lightning-crowned, filling all the sky. Enormous it reared above the world, and stretched out towards them a vast threatening hand, terrible but impotent [Sauron’s spirit]: for even as it leaned over them, a great wind took it, and it was all blown away, and passed, then a hush fell.” 

Basically this scene but a “great wind” carries away that shadow

Manwë is the one with the power over air and winds, and when Sauron repented the first time (after Morgoth’s defeat), he went to Eönwë, the herald of Manwë, to beg forgiveness for his past crimes. His fellow Maia told him that he couldn't be the one to grant him pardon, because that’s above his station, and he needs to face trial before the Valar, namely from Manwë.

Since we know that Sauron’s pride prevented him from doing this, it would actually make sense for Manwë himself to capture Sauron after his defeat, bringing him to Valinor.

When Thangorodrim was broken and Morgoth overthrown, Sauron put on his fair hue again and did obeisance to Eönwë, the herald of Manwë, and abjured all his evil deeds. And some hold that this was not at first falsely done, but that Sauron in truth repented, if only out of fear, being dismayed by the fall of Morgoth and the great wrath of the Lords of the West. But it was not within the power of Eönwë to pardon those of his own order, and he commanded Sauron to return to Aman and there receive the judgment of Manwë. Then Sauron was ashamed, and he was unwilling to return in humiliation and to receive from the Valar a sentence, in might be, of long servitude in proof of his good faith; for under Morgoth his power had been great. Therefore when Eönwë departed he hid himself in Middle-Earth; and he fell back into evil, for the bonds that Morgoth had laid upon him were very strong. The Silmarillion

Many use Gandalf’s quote as “proof” that Sauron remained on Middle-earth like a shadow of malice, or a ghost. However, Tolkien made the distinction between himself and what his characters say, in Letter 153: “There is, to me, a wide gulf between the two statements, so wide that Treebeard's statement could (in my world) have possibly been true [...] Treebeard is a character in my story, not me; and though he has a great memory and some earthy wisdom, he is not one of the Wise, and there is quite a lot he does not know or understand.”

Gandalf is wise, indeed, but he’s not of the same rank as the Valar (he’s a servant to them), nor he, like Eönwë, has either the power or the permission to pass sentences on other Maiar’s fates. Which means, his quote is his own opinion on the subject, and not actual "canon" on what happened to Sauron after the One was destroyed.

For the sake of argument, let’s assume Manwë captured Sauron: was he sent to the Void like his former master, Morgoth?

Based on The Silmarillion it could appear that way: 

Among those of his servants that have names the greatest was that spirit whom the Eldar called Sauron, or Gorthaur the Cruel. In his beginning he was of the Maia of Aulë, and he remained mighty in the lore of that people. In all the deeds of Melkor the Morgoth upon Arda, in his vast workds and in the deceits of his cunning, Sauron had a part, and was only less evil than his master in that for long he served another and not himself. But in after years he rose like a shadow of Morgoth and a ghost of his malice, and walked behind him on the same ruinous path down into the Void.  

However, this, again, is not that simple, because The Silmarillion was not only published by Christopher Tolkien, and it contains elements outdated and reviewed by Tolkien himself, but it’s also a tale written by the Eldar, and it contains “opinions” and “facts” from which the Eldar themselves had little knowledge about (namely everything that’s connected to the Maiar and the Valar).

This means, not everything that’s in The Silmarillion is true or actually happened (canon): it’s like “Fire & Blood” by George R.R. Martin, a collection of facts, opinions, gossip, myths, etc. written by the Elves. The truth is in Tolkien’s essays and letters, really. And this is why “Rings of Power” can afford to play with the events of this book. 

Tolkien did confirm, in his Letter 297, that Morgoth was overthrown and extruded from the World (the physical universe). But his crimes were far worse than Sauron's:

the Diabolus Morgoth did, and started making things 'for himself, to be their Lord', these would then 'be', even if Morgoth broke the supreme ban against making other 'rational' creatures like Elves or Men. They would at least 'be' real physical realities in the physical world, however evil they might prove, even 'mocking' the Children of God. They would be Morgoth's greatest Sins, abuses of his highest privilege. Tolkien, Letter 153

Morgoth is a Vala (God/archangel), and he did not only corrupted Elves into Orcs, but also Maiar (angels) into Balrogs and other servants of his (demons), including Mairon himself. Mairon, like all the other Maiar (including the fallen ones), was created by Eru, but got corrupted by Morgoth, which means, the way Eru sees him is key. Does he sees Mairon as "equal" to Morgoth, or as victim of Morgoth's corruption? Food for thought. Because if he's just a victim, the Void isn't his fate.

A lot of fans in the Tolkien fandom have the headcanon that the immortal servants of Morgoth were sent to the Void, alongside him, but Tolkien never wrote about this, and their fates are a mystery. I might be mistaken here, but I think only Ungoliant’s fate is mentioned in the legendarium, and very enigmatic, too: went to the forgotten south of the world before the (first) rising of the Sun, and there disappeared from history.

Then, we have the fact that Satan/Lucifer is Melkor/Morgoth because he’s the one who corrupts God’s creation and he’s the symbolic archangel (like Lucifer was). Him being dragged in chains and imprisoned until the end of time, also parallels a biblical event.

Sauron is a satanist, a follower of Satan/Morgoth. Tolkien also makes this distinction in his letters: Satanic rebellion and evil of Morgoth and his satellite Sauron; in which Evil is largely incarnate, and in which physical resistance to it is a major act of loyalty to God (Letter 156). Tolkien also calls Sauron "a reincarnation of Evil"; that "evil" being Morgoth (diabolus).

Sauron’s crimes 

His biggest crimes in Tolkien legendarium aren’t the forging of the One ring, nor the whole “rings of power” project to enslave the Free people’s of Middle-earth, nor even the Fall of Númenor. Because, as Tolkien, told us: “in The Lord of the Rings the conflict is not basically about 'freedom', though that is naturally involved. It is about God, and His sole right to divine honour” (Letter 183).

Sauron’s biggest sins in Tolkien lore are:

Pride

Idolatry (worship of false gods): Thou shall have no other Gods before me. Mairon turned his back on Eru (God) to serve Morgoth (Devil), and this act of treason is a crime against Eru himself;

Rebellion: against Eru’s authority, by siding with Morgoth;

Heresy: he forsake his worship of Eru (his creator) for Morgoth; and also converted many Númenoreans to his Morgoth cult, in the hopes of angering the Valar enough to destroy Númenor;

Blasphemy: he cut down Nimloth, the White Tree of Númenor, a symbol of the Faithful, and in its place raised a great Temple devoted to Morgoth in which human sacrifices were performed to asks for immortality, and persecuted the Faithful;

Usurpation of God’s authority: self-proclaim God. That’s why he’s called “shadow of Morgoth”; because Sauron is a mere Maia, a servant to a God, not an actual God.

Would any of these sins sent Sauron into the Void with his former master? Again, it would depend on how Eru judges him, really.

The Void is quite a mysterious place in the legendarium; it’s located outside Time and Space, it’s the absence of the Secret Fire of Eru (“the Flame Imperishable”), his power of Creation. We only know that Morgoth was imprisoned there, and set free at the end of time.

Eru already punished Sauron once, by removing his ability to take on physical form after the Fall of Númenor; and after the One ring was destroyed, Sauron himself is little more than a shadow of his former self, his spirit severely diminished, powerless, and unable to cause any damage, at all. That’s his punishment, already.

But in order to get any redemption, that choice would have to come from Mairon. He would have to truly and honestly repent for all of sins (confession), starting by forsaken Morgoth and recognizing Eru as his one true God, and, then, fulfill a fitting penitence for his crimes. We are talking about an immortal spirit here, this process can take thousands of years or even millenniums.   

[2-dsimp]

Hey, for your Spotlight Boys, how would they react if they met their Darling and they already had a partner?

Who would take out the competition immediately and who would just want them to be happy? What would they do if there were signs they weren't actually happy?

Cw: jealousy/manipulation/coercion/blackmail/gore/death

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The types who’d take out competition:

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Rashiq the rabbit

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In his version you’re a nun supposed to be serving the lordship. So of course having any type of romantic relationship with the other gender is forbidden.

But if the rabbit hybrid priest finds out that you were having relations with another… He devilishly grin at how much fun he’d get out of ruining that dipshits life. While also getting you into his paws up and far away from that bastard Zebad’s grasp. With a little bit of playing instigation he’d sooner have your partner branded as a cheating heretic and stoned to death as punishment. Of course he’d get his 2 cents in beforehand, what can you say? This rabbit is petty, so what’s wrong with leaving that bloke with a couple bones broken? It’s not like they’d need em anytime soon. Especially if they’re set to die at the stake.

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Quio the Dilf

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Well in his version you wouldn’t be allowed to have any significant others. As one of the requirements for being his nanny would be that you’re completely single. That way your focus would be primarily on his daughter Peina.

But hypothetically speaking, Quio’s the type to act like he’s happy for you but he’s plotting on the downfall of your relationship. When he got the information relayed to him, the A list actors perfect image twisted into one of pure insanity that he kept under lock and key. He’ll bide his time and wait for the moment your relationship reaches its sugar high. Only for him to crash it and burn it to the ground in one fell swoop. It pains him to see you so devastated but at the same time it made him feel such ecstasy. As He’d be the one to pick up the pieces one by one and make you all his by design.

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Temothy the Bull

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He’d be utterly heartbroken… If he weren’t such a schemer underneath that klutzy innocent exterior of his. Being an info broker on the side of being your assistant. The bull knows everything about what’s happening in his surroundings in real time. So with a simple searches on the internet, He’d fabricate blackmail to prevent anyone. From even getting the idea that you were on the market. That’s why every single date you had was a failure, leaving you to be ghosted the next day. Even if the first date was absolutely perfect. Your assistant would accidentally stigmatize you as a forever alone without even knowing.

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The types who’d just want you to happy:

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Moros the Torturer

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All he’d ever want for his sunshine is for them to be happy. In fact he’s one of the very few men who’d be willing to be in a poly relationship with his darling. But if you already seemed to be fine with a partner of your own he’d stand by the sidelines watching over you like a guardian angel.

On the flip side if you were noticeably unhappy even worse if your partner had been abusing you. That’s when this gentle giant’s shell cracks into a vengeful ogre. He won’t tolerate anyone dimming your shine and would deal with them the best way he knows how. Via torturing them, it’s the job he’s well versed in. Besides that he genuinely wants to know how they were audacious enough. To think that they could break your precious heart. Unfortunately, Moros would never get the answer he so desired. Since his hands would’ve already subconsciously cracked open his victims rib cage with his machete. As if he were splitting open a watermelon. To tear out their beating heart that died out, Before he could even register what happened.

[i-like-forcefem]

PURELY hypothetically speaking, how EXACTLY would you go about forcefemming a guy who’s sooo masc, like he thinks he’s the ALPHA SHIT, he thinks he pulls all the ladies and is the most manly man to ever man… and turning “him” into an adorable little girly princess :3c asking for a friend

For a hard boiled egg like this it’s very important to get her alone in an isolated location for an extended period of time! It always takes a little longer then they’ve got pride, but honestly that makes it so so much more fun when they crack

It’s a bit of a staple, but I think I’ll use my Basement, yes it’s generic, but it’s tried and true, and a girl like this isn’t a time to experiment

Getting her to the basement is usually easy enough, just invite her over for tea or something and apply a little posion of your choice that will have her immobilised, sleepy pills work, but I personally prefer it when you can see the fear in her eyes when they get fully paralysed

I always have my basement prepared for new arrivals, this means a firm lock, and plenty of hand cuffs around the walls and girly furniture for if I want to move her around

The first time she wakes up is always so important and so so fun, so I’ll pick out a good spot to tie her up, I think the plushy couch would be good for this cutie, and make sure to pick a good outfit

For a girl like this I think it’d be best to start with her in just a pair of pink panties, just being handcuffed in a hugging position with a plushy against her skin should be enough embarrassment for the wake up, I’ll also be sure to use my princess gag just to make her first impressions extra cute as she makes muffled screeches

Then I’ll wait till she wakes up, I usually monitor a camera from outside the room and wait to enter, I want her to get a feel for the room and her situation before she sees me, 2 minutes is usually enough for her to glance around the overly girly room, notice she’s tied up, and to start her muffled screams

Then I’ll calmly enter and tell her how she’s my doll now, she’ll have objections of course, being a big bugle “man”, but it’s pretty hard to do anything about your situation when tied up like that

And then I’ll play it slow

I think I can have her docile by the end of the day, dress her up in her first dress (the basement can get very cold so if she doesn’t want to wear her dress that’s fine by me, but she’ll give in by the end of the second day, and to survive that long I’ll probably get some adorable footage of her willingly snuggling up with her many many plushies, hard to think a “man” would do that)

Any food I give her will obviously have hrt inserted into it, but in this case in particular I want to try something new, next to her (estrogen filled) meals I’ll also give her some placebo pills I’ll tell her are actually hrt, and if she’s a Good Girl and takes her pills she’ll be rewarded

Obviously she’ll refuse at first, willingly taking pills is one of the hardest milestones for a girl to pass

But always giving her the option always gives me to opportunity to punish her, and to tell her just how easy it’d be if she just submitted, became my pretty little girl

Now some of the girls have a surprising amount of determination to not become happy, so this might take a while, which is why I’ll give her her hrt anyway

Since it will be so so fun to tease her for it, I could maybe even gaslight her into thinking she might be taking the pills anyway, or her body wants to become a girl so so bad that’s it’s making estrogen all on its own

You’d be surprised how much gaslighting you can get away with if you’re a persons only outside contact

So… I’ve got some plans to say the least!!! I’ve got a whole laundry list of activities we could try every week to keep it fresh (from shock collars to vibrators to bondage, to “toy” pink weightlifting products that are 10 times the weight it says on the box, I will have so much fun breaking her :3)

Now do you have any idea where this hypothetical person is? And do they prefer tea or coffee?

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

ranking the phantom troupe based on how good of parents they would be

1. chrollo. the way that this isn’t even because i have favoritism towards chrollo, its because he’s so responsible🥹🥹🥹 like do you see the way that he basically takes care of the troupe? fathered so hard he mothered tbh. chrollo is literally so girl dad coded🥺 prolly cried when his held his child for the first time. he’d be the sweetest, brushing his daughter’s hair and taking her shopping.

2. pakunoda. she’s so respectful and self sacrificial and responsible im crying🥺 she makes me cry real skibidi tears like togashi look at what you took away from us. she’d be the literal sweetest mama ever. she’s soooo girl mom coded it’s insane. can you imagine her painting her daughter’s nails pink?🥹💕 she would 100% take her daughter on mall trips all the time.

3. phinks. controversial opinion but this guy would lowkey but SUCH A GOOD DAD. remember during the chimera ant arc when he gave shizuku his clothes because she lost hers? i just KNOW that he would play video games with his son and once begrudgingly wore a tiara for his daughter.

4. franklin. i don’t think he’d ever have kids (or want them for that matter), but if ever were to babysit kids, just know that he’ll be great. since we all know that he’s literally just a chill guy, he’ll just let the kids play video games and eat food the whole time.

5. nobunaga. okay okay HEAR ME OUT HE WOULD BE SO CUTE. like okay he wouldn’t be a “good” parent, but can you imagine him running around with his kid wreaking havoc and letting them play with his hair? like come on that’s literally like my dream dad😭❤️

6. shizuku. now she definitely is NOT responsible, but she doesn’t even need to be because she’ll lowkey be so chill and nice with her kids. there’s a saying that kids like pretty girls, and shizuku is definitely that. she’ll probably let her kids play on her phone or something, and i lowkey don’t think she’ll care if they take her glasses or smth.

7. machi. she’s responsible, don’t get me wrong, but i think she’ll be a bit too strict on her kid because she has trouble expressing any positive emotions. but when her kid runs away crying, she’ll instantly feel SO BAD and try her best to comfort the kid. she might make them a doll or some clothes or something.

8. bonolenov. we don’t really know too much about him, but he seems to care a lot about the troupe, so then it’s probably natural to assume that he’ll be the same with his children, if he ever has any, of course. he’ll probably teach them about their clan and what the holes in his clan’s body symbolizes.

9. shalnark. now, he’s a friendly and “sweet” guy, but i have a strong feeling that he wouldn’t like kids very much. they’re probably too dumb and pure for his liking, and he probably feels sort of uncomfortable when it comes to kids. if he finds out that someone is going to have his kids, then 90% of the time, shalnark will pull a ging freecss. the other 10% of the time, he’ll try his best.

10. uvogin. he’s the type of guy to want his child to learn how to fight and learn Nen as soon as possible, even if he has to initiate them to unlock their aura nodes. he’d lowkey drink beer one day and offer his kids some beer too, forgetting that they’re underage. but he loves his kids dearly though and would do anything for them, so that’s good enough.

11. feitan. oh this guy HATES KIDS. he finds them annoying and loud and stupid, and he gets the ick even when he LOOKS at a kid. if he ever had a kid, (which he probably wouldn’t but just hypothetically speaking) he’d have less of a reaction considering how that kid literally comes from inside of him, but he’d begrudgingly raise them as best he can…if it’s a son. if it’s a daughter, then i feel like he’ll be much softer and (try to be) more gentle.

12. illumi. pretty self explanatory tbh. he’ll love his kids dearly, but he’ll express it in toxic and unhealthy ways (he’ll also put them through terrible Zoldyck training)

13. hisoka. do NOT let this man near kids, even his own.

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kalluto, kortopi - how do you expect them to have children when they’re literally children themselves?

[phlurrii]

seeing that sneak peak of the animatic (it looks amazing and i'm so excited) got me thinking... what if Giovani's plan worked? what if Meau wasnt a steel type (or just holding a ring target for this hypothetical scenario) and Giovani's plan of poison and pokemon strong against psychic went off without a hitch? would Meau still be able to fight back and rescue Circe, or would she lose? and if she lost, what would Giovani do? or would Noe come to the rescue? all purely hypothetical of course, i'm very glad Giovani is getting his face kicked in :)

Ooo~ also CW: Horror/Body Horror

Well, assuming Meau hadn’t been immune, Gio’s plan would’ve held a lot more water.

She would’ve been severely poisoned with an Ultrabeasts poison, so it would’ve been a lot more effective given she didn’t directly make them in her universe. Thus, having less resistance to the poison then she would against a poison type of her own world.

She would’ve annihilate Nagandel probably just as face, but come out with a lot more injuries. She would’ve still been powerful enough to break out of the chamber and then the grunts with dark, ghost, and bug pokemon would’ve come out and launched on her.

It would’ve been a lot more of a challenge, but Gio really never had a chance due to one thing….

Noe was always watching. One Ancient god like being is hard enough, but had anything really become too much for Meau to handle?

Gio would’ve had a threat he had no ability to comprehend to deal with. He never really had a shot at winning, not without a masterball, yet even then Noe would’ve showed up and completely upended everything.

Meau prefers to deal with things on her own, but Missingno is almost always on standby.

Shown when he cropped up during Ody’s introduction, when Dialga prevented him from intervening with buckets rescue, and now with this scenario with Giovanni.

[eleyras]

About narratives: the story of Sarcean, Anharion and the Collar.

Ok soooooo I finished Dark Heir and I have THOUGHTS.

This could be my delusional mind speaking BUT I firmly believe that the whole thing about the Collar and the relationship between Sarcy and Anharion depicted in the story written and established by the winners (the Lady's faction) and Gauthier is far from the truth and a lot more complex and fascinating.

More ramblings under the cut!

Putting all the hints given in DH aside for the moment (I will discuss them later) for me the biggest red flag about these narratives is the way Anharion is depicted in both.

This is a little twisted but it’s something I’ve been thinking about since DR, so let me elaborate.

In DR, the Stewards DON’T know about the Collar. James himself admits that he found out about it from Sinclair, and so the Stewards are convinced that James/Anharion had willingly betrayed the Lady’s side, becoming willingly Sarcean’s lieutenant and his lover.

Gauthier instead reveals a more twisted version of the story.

It’s clear that the two narratives are in contradiction with each other: the one told by the Lady’s faction and echoed throughout the centuries among the Stewards doesn’t include the knowledge of the Collar, and it entirely blames Anharion for his deeds and his betrayal; Gauthier’s version instead, serving for the readers as an introduction to the existence of the Collar, specifies that Anharion didn’t have any agency.

So, which version is the true one? Neither of them, because both, as it often happens in history, took the truth, and twisted it to serve its own purpose.

Let’s start with the narrative ‘written’ by the Lady.

My biggest doubt about it is why the f*ck it seems that A LOT of people outside the Hall know about the Collar. Gauthier knows about it because his ancestor was the one who stole it, but Sinclair? Let’s hypothesize that he knew about it from Kettering. Kettering knows about it because he is a Returner, so someone who was THERE, in the Old World. It’s not a stretch then to theorize that the existence of the Collar and its power was somehow known in the past.

And in DH, the presence of the chain attached to the throne in the Sun Court, where EVERYONE could see it, hypothetically ( and I underline this because I don’t trust ANYTHING of what we saw in the Undahar for it was the Sun King’s court before Sarcean’s) linked to the Collar around Anharion’s neck, makes me think that the Collar and its power weren’t such a well-kept secret.

So, the whole “the Lady’s side didn’t absolutely know about the Collar” narrative is a bit sketchy at this point. I believe someone knew at some point, so why would they iterate this version of the story, instead of depicting Anharion as a victim and blaming Sarcean for it?

Well, the answer is simple: damnatio memoriae. The version of the story known at this point had been written by the Lady’s faction, so of course her enemies are painted in the worst light possible. Anharion’s memory is, in my opinion, even more tainted by this narrative than Sarcean’s one; we don’t even know his true name. It didn’t matter that he could have had reasons for his actions: he went against the "good side" and chose the dark, the end.

This narrative is not interested in reporting the truth. Its purpose is to celebrate the Lady as a Saint figure and vilify her opponents, disregarding their reasons, their feelings, their insight of the events entirely.

So, it’s not so difficult to believe that underneath all the twists and the lies, in this version of the story there is a grain of truth; that, in a way, Anharion did betray willingly the Lady. Maybe he understood that the so righteous Lady was, in fact, not that pure and good. Maybe, at the culmination of the fight, he somehow hesitated to kill Sarcean, because he was a human being, not just a cold hearted betrayer. All factors that would of course be excluded from this narrative, for they would expose the Lady’s true face.

At this point this is all but speculations, but one thing is certain, and this takes us to the second point: it’s canon that Anharion had feelings for Sarcy. Before the Collar.

I would not call it ‘undying love’ at this point of the story, but the affection is there. Palpable, visible, corporeal in glances and words. This is, like, a HUGE revelation.

Because this proves that the narrative told by Gauthier is not the truth either!

While I believe that the Collar has some kind of power (I’ll explain this too), in the Gauthier’s version of the story, it’s clear that the emphasis on the submitting part of this power comes from the desire to possess Anharion, from the (false) conviction passed on for generations that whoever put it around his neck would master him. I suspect it consumed not only Gauthier himself, but also every member of his family who owned the Collar before him.

In the end both narratives, pushing for their own agenda, give an insight on the relationship between Sarcean and Anharion not only false but also humiliating for Anharion, for he is depicted as a selfish, cold hearted betrayer where his own agency is totally dismissed (and not even mentioned) in one, and a plaything slave of the Collar in the other.

The truth is far more complex than this, of course, and the one million dollar question about it is then: how much influence did have the Collar on the true nature of their relationship?

In these days I have read a lot of theories about this. One of my favourites is the one depicting the Collar as a mere object of fashion without any power and Anharion not only conscious but also willing the whole time and the fact that this may be hinted in the text makes me feel unhinged (if this is true, you will hear me screaming about it for years)

In my opinion, and I will believe this until I read the third book, the Collar has some kind of power on James/Anharion but not in the way it has been described so far. This is but a mere speculation for the moment, but maybe this power leans more on binding Anharion’s magic to Sarcean’s than controlling his free will or feelings. (this bit in DH is soooo interesting!!!)

I’m convinced that the Collar cannot create something that is not there and that underneath its power, it’s clear that Anharion had conflicted feelings for Sarcean, he always had, because James REMEMBERS feeling this even with the Collar:

This means those conflicted feelings are still there and are not magically morphed by the Collar into pure and simple obedience and that whatever Anharion felt was real, whatever James feels is real, contradictions and all.

We still know so little about this two at this point, and since Pacat really loves plot twists, I believe that their real story will come out in the end and that Will and James will achieve what their past selves couldn’t had, unravelling the conflicts and the misunderstandings between them, and conquering the freedom they search in each other’s arms to be just Will and James.

I had fun writing this, please feel free to give me your opinion on this!

(PS. I think I needed to specify that this whole rambling is focused on Anharion’s feelings. What about Sarcy? I believe his feelings were a deadly cocktail of desire, affection, possessiveness, admiration and horny thoughts, like the disaster babygirl he was, thanks for your attention)

[theneighborhoodwatch]

interesting that sally is the one that brought eddie to the party and brought frank over to him

y'know, i was gonna answer this with a "yeah, so?" but... that fact, in combination with the fact that she became a bit of a person of interest herself in the october 13th update (albeit not to the same extent as eddie was in this update) in combination with this oddly symbolic shot from the commercial reel/holiday special:

is really making me wonder. i know back then i said that i didn't think that sally's story had much truth to it, and that at best, she was just accidentally correct about some future plot point on a more metaphorical level - but now i wonder if "sally's story is an embellished version of something she actually did experience that she's telling to sound less suspicious" carries more weight than i originally thought. y'know, like, a covert attempt to explain the unexplainable, even if only to herself. a monster, after all, is a physical thing that you can kill if need be. whatever eddie (and following this train of thought, sally) saw... not so much.

maybe... and i have no evidence for this, but maybe part of sally's animosity towards eddie is like, some subconscious resentment over the fact that for whatever reason, she doesn't feel safe to entrust anyone with the truth of what she actually saw (and furthermore, the truth that she doesn't know what she actually saw - god forbid the perfectionist be less then perfect!) like "ahhh look at this loser, i bet he wouldn't even be half as good as i am at keeping on the down low if he saw even a fraction of what i saw. no class! no tact whatsoever! why, he'd break down at the first sign of true adversity, with how accustomed to mundane labor he is!" the tragedy there is, of course, that sally does not deserve to be in a position where she feels like she has to hide something like this from her neighbors to begin with, but she doesn't have the emotional self-awareness to realize this. does that mean she led eddie to the homewarming party with the intention of exposing him to the horrors? ...it's possible, but i can't see that being compatible with this specific theory, so i'm going to set it aside for an alternate reading for someone else to come up with. either way, her approaching eddie with frank and then leaving right before eddie snaps back to reality (or rather, the layer of reality he's most accustomed to) does feel very deliberate in this reading. so many questions...

of course, to reiterate, that's all purely hypothetical. her feelings towards eddie could stem from something totally different and the screenshot above could just as easily be a visual representation of her big honkin' ego. but, like, once upon a time i thought the letters that made up the YXWVOE code were nothing, so. you never know!

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

a/n: 1.8k - bringing him to chenyu vale and riding a bamboo raft while admiring the scenery and being a v sweet (almost) couple <:

"I know i was the one who proposed this whole idea and dragged you out of the harbor-"

"you did not drag me."

"-but, can you really be away from the pharmacy for this long?"

you were currently standing in the middle of the well-worn dirt path on the edge of guili plains. the wangshuu inn and it's towering glory within sight with the bustle of liyue harbor far behind your back. or rather backs, since with you on this little excursion was none other than the owner of bubu pharmacy, baizhu. and changsheng of course.

you had proposed the night before that you were planning a trip to chenyu vale. couple that with the rumor that baizhu was originally from up north, you were quick to rush to the pharmacy and yap his ear off about it. baizhu was happy to give you the time of course. somehow, you had blurted out that you wished he could come with you, and he had actually agreed to it. you were too excited at the late hour to really stop and think about his decision, but now that you had calmed down and thought about it (after walking an embarrassing long trek away from the harbor mind you), maybe you would be taking up too much of his time?

baizhu was a doctor. a damn good one that's also in demand at such random times. what if he was needed back in liyue harbor and instead of being at bubu pharmacy like he usually is, he was out galivanting through the stone, hilly paths with you instead?!

as you stir yourself up in a tizzy, baizhu watches you fondly with lazily crossed arms. he could see every little twitch and shift on your face and found it quite amusing. you hid your feelings so poorly, it was like watching a show through a window. it was still fairly early into the morning. you had set your sights on leaving at dawn to get a good start on the day. because of the time, chengsheng lay curled around the good doctor's shoulders still asleep and basking under the risen sun and his hair.

so, this show- being your internal affairs- were all his to take in.

if baizhu really didn't want to accompany you, he could have easily turned you down or acted as if you never even mentioned it- since you proposed the idea purely on impulse. on top of that, if he was having second thoughts, he could just turn himself around, head back and be within the bustle of civilization within the afternoon.

but he didn't and he wouldn't.

"y/n," he calls your name fondly. voice reverberating with the chuckle of amusement he's swallowing back down his throat so he doesn't seem insensitive to your moral dilemma. the hands you've brought up to the sides of your head, amid your invisible battle with yourself, pop away from your skull as you turn to give him your attention.

"huh?" your eyes are wide, blinking to keep them from drying out, and you look almost shocked that he's still here with you.

"you are quite the spectacle," he mutters to himself as he steps closer to you and uncrosses his arms. gently raising him arm, his hands curl softly around your wrists and lowers them back down to your sides. when he releases you, he lets his fingertips drag across your skin for a moment longer. "you know perfectly well how capable my staff is. the pharmacy will be fine without me for a few days, rest assured."

the pout that clouded your face was not easily erased by his words. perhaps there was something else on your mind you hadn't said aloud. would it be rude to pry? he would be acting out of concern, so really what could it hurt? he's a doctor, but no a therapist, but he could always twist your arm hypothetically if it boiled down to it. but still, it felt almost wrong to ask when you keep looking at him like that.

he abandons the idea.

instead, baizhu took the initiative another way.

"come now," his voice brought your eyes back to his. "we must keep moving to make it to jueyun karst and pass through swiftly." he moves behind you to turn your shoulders and face your body in the direction where the path splits off. pointing you in the direction towards the karst and opposingly away from the towering inn.

"are you sure?" you twist your head and look at him behind you the best you can. that concerned, cloudy express distorts your eyes like clouds blocking the sun.

"most certainly." the way he smiles and affirms his decision leaves little room for argument. "now, let us be off. changsheng will be unreasonably fussy if she wakes up and sees we've hardly left the harbor's surrounding area." so, the trip continues.

when night falls, the group of two and a sassy snake take up a makeshift camp at the foot of qingyun peak. baizhu had thought that they'd be able to make it into chenyu vale's territory by nightfall, but you had an unusually slower pace to your strides today. especially when chengsheng had woken up and demanded to be slung around your shoulders instead of her master's for a while.

the dendro-doctor has a suspicion as to why your cadence had altered, and he feels both grateful and a little embarrassed. his hypothesis was proven truthful when he had returned to the little campsite you had kept welcoming with changsheng. he had gone off to gather freshwater nearby and had returned at your back during a conversation with his contract serpent.

"-you sure he's okay?" you had asked her.

"he'ss not as fragile as you think."

"i know, i'm just worried. i dragged him all the way out here and didn't even think about his health." you kick a pebble into the small campfire at your feet from your position on a wooden log. "I feel kind of guilty."

"if he couldn't handle thiss much," changsheng flicks her tongue and coils around you in a full rotation, "baizhu wouldn't have agreed. he knowss hiss limitss."

baizhu wishes you wouldn't beat yourself up. chengsheng was right, he knows his limits and he knows he can handle this much. even if he couldn't, he would've tried anyway- for you. he makes sure to eat a fair share of the meal you make over the fire as a silent way to show you he's storing up strength and energy for the rest of this unprompted, but still delightful, trip back to his home turf.

"careful now, we can't have you tripping and falling into the bank." you and baizhu had successfully made it into the lush green territory of chenyu vale thankfully without much incident. the way his eyes wandered the surroundings of this part of liyue held so much nostalgia. you didn't carry many conversations as he soaks it all in after a long time of being away.

he leads you towards a small fishing dock where rafts are idling and fishermen offer rides along the river. if your experienced tour guide was true to his word, the river would lead directly into yilong wharf. with little convincing, you both decide that some time on the river would be good for the soul.

baizhu carefully leads you by the hands, guiding your uncertain steps onto the wobbly, water floating raft to one of the two seats provided by bosu. changsheng takes the perfect chance to slither down his arm, then onto and up yours until she was resting comfortably on your shoulders. once you were properly settled in a sturdy, bamboo-crafted seat, baizhu easily took his place in the chair next to yours. before long, bosu was pushing the raft away from the small dock with his long, thin oar and the trip began.

your left in awe as the scenery passes you by slowly, but still far too quickly for your liking. you wish that uncle bosu would stop and just let you soak it all in. it was so lush and green and the air smells of water and mist- it was like you weren't still in the nation of geo.

the sight of mt. lingmeng differed so vastly than the mountains you were so used to seeing, like mt. hulao. the sound of the waterfalls falling off the cliffsides is rushing loudly into your ears as fireflies gather in large swarms along the coast.

you almost spring up from your chair when the raft ferries underneath the massive arch of the jademouth. the giant monument that rests crooked and partially submerged was so massive, it almost made you dizzy.

the whole time, the sound of bosu's song echoes off the walls of the riverbank, mountains, cliffs, and valleys. baizhu watches mirthfully as he sits in his seat, legs crossed with his hands cupped around his top knee. this was the first time in a while he feels truly relaxed.

closing his eyes, he takes in the mist of the river water that sprinkle his exposed skin and listen to the songs he grew up hearing. all while also listening to the sounds of delight you make next to him. along with the occasional comment from the silver snake taking comfort on your shoulders.

when you arrive at the wharf, the same way baizhu aided you onto the raft, he grasps your hands firmly to help you off and onto the dock. your legs are a bit wobbly, and he chuckles as you stumble to refind your footing.

you both bid a gracious thank you and goodbye to bosu before he's pushing himself back out onto the river. you hear him singing to himself before he's long away from the dock and around the bend.

you don't find solid ground again until you're both lifted up and then stepping off the wooden elevator operated by giant cogs taking you up yet another waterfall and properly into society.

this time, you have half a mind to reach out and touch the rushing water as you're taken upwards, but the pressure could easily break a finger or two, so you think differently.

you realize baizhu is still holding onto your hand when he tugs on it slightly. you've moved from the wooden boards under foot to stone ground and it feels comfortable to be on familiar terrain. pulling your arm up from your hip, he juts his chin out softly into the bustling wharf commotion.

"follow me," he instructs. "i'll show you around. however, let's get some tea first. it's quite unlike the tea from the harbor, so i have no doubts that you'll enjoy it."

"i am thirsty," you entertain. wrapping your hand around his securely, you allow him to lead you into the crowd. you hope baizhu doesn't let go of your hand so you don't get lost. baizhu hopes you don't let go of his hand simply because he wants to keep holding it for as long as you'll allow. changsheng hopes neither of you let go of each other because if that happens, she'll have bear witness to the silent whining of either party.

the good doctor was right.

the tea is delightful.

a/n pt.2: this kinda accidentally turned into baizhu simping/pining on the downlow and i dont regret it at all