#to create more entertainment or something

[yay855]

There's also another hypothesis I have, which is the "why bother" hypothesis. Essentially, most aliens wouldn't really care about interfering with Earth, since we have nothing they want that they can't get far more easily elsewhere, and we can't interfere with them because we don't have FTL travel. So they just leave us alone if they even know we exist, because there's no point in contacting a primitive civilization. They might set up a probe or two to keep track of us, maybe grab a few organic materials they can't get anywhere else, but otherwise- why would they bother?

It's the same as uncontacted tribes on earth. They have nothing the rest of us need or want, the only people who try to bother them are religious nuts who think that they have a snowball's chance in hell of converting people to their religion, and those people are generally stopped before they can get close enough, sometimes by cops, sometimes by spears and arrows.

Except the main difference is that some corporations could easily want that land to expand their logging or mining operations, something that aliens would never need to do, since again, it's way, way easier to mine asteroids and comets for resources than to fuck with someone else's stuff.

They wouldn't even want our entertainment! Every single human-created piece of art, whether visual, audio, or whatever, is based on a context that aliens won't have without living alongside humans. Their cultures and societies will look radically different from ours, at best they'd want to study us through the lens of our art- and they can literally just grab it from satellite data feeds, no trading or bargaining necessary.

I low-key love the fact that sci-fi has so conditioned us to expect to be hanging out with a bunch of cool space aliens, that legitimate, actual scientists keep proposing the most bizarre, three-blunts-into-the-rotation "theories" to explain the fact we're not.

Some of my favourites include:

Zoo Theory: What if there are loads of aliens out there, but they're not talking to us because of the Prime Directive from Star Trek? (Or because they're doing experiments on us???)

Dark Forest Theory: What if there are loads of aliens out there, but they all hate us and each other so they're all just waiting with a shotgun pointed at the door, ready to open fire on anything that moves?

Planetarium Theory: What if there's at least one alien with mastery over light and matter that's just making it seem to us that the universe is empty to us as, like, a joke?

Berserker Theory: What if there were loads of aliens, but one of them made infinite killer robots that murdered everyone and are coming for us next?!!

Like, the universe is at least 13,700,000,000 years old and 46,000,000,000 light years big. We have had the ability to transmit and receive signals for, what, 100 years, and our signals have so far travelled 200 light years?

The fact is biological life almost certainly has, does, or will develop elsewhere in the universe, and it's not impossible that a tiny amount of it has, does, or will develop in a way that we would understand as "intelligent". But, like, we're realistically never going to know because of the scale of the things involved.

So I'm proposing my own hypothesis. I call it the "Fool in a Field" hypothesis. It goes like this:

Humanity is a guy standing in the middle of a field at midnight. It's pitch black, he can't move, and he's been standing there for ages. He's just had the thought to swing his arms. He swings one of his arms, once, and does not hit another person. "Oh no!" He says. "Robots have killed them all!"

[tzuyubb]

Hypnosis Therapy

Pairing: Blackpink Jennie x Male reader

Word count: 4774 words

Tags: hypnosis, size kink, lingerie, spanking, discipline, SPH (of her ex’s), blowjob, deepthroat, throatjob, facefuck, throatpie, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, pronebone, belly bulge, mind break, ahegao, deep penetration, rough sex, creampie

A/N: I've been sitting on this draft for a while now. So, when I got a hypnosis prompt, I decided that it would be perfect as my proper comeback to smut writing. Honestly, I love the premise, so I might make it a series that I post along with The Gentlemen's Playground.

You sat in your office, a cozy and inviting space in the bustling heart of Seoul. Your unique approach to therapy has garnered a stellar reputation among the city's elite, including the world-famous music and entertainment industry. Your specialty was using hypnosis to guide your clients, helping them navigate the intense stress and pressure that came with their high-profile careers. Today, as you looked at the appointment list, your only session for the morning was with a new client, Jennie, a member of the girl group Blackpink.

Minutes later, you heard the doorbell ring, a wave of excitement washed over you and you unlocked the door. Jennie entered your office, her presence exuded both confidence and a hint of vulnerability. Her stunning beauty and charisma were undeniable, and you could easily understand why she had captivated fans worldwide.

"Hello, Jennie," you greeted her with a warm smile, your voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you."

"Hi, Dr. Y/N," Jennie replied, her voice soft and slightly hesitant. "I've been told such amazing things about your work, so I'm hoping you can help me with some personal matters that have been troubling me."

You gestured to the comfy couch across from your chair, inviting her to take a seat. "Please, make yourself comfortable. Everything discussed within these walls remains confidential. You can feel safe sharing whatever is on your mind."

Jennie nodded, her eyes briefly scanned the tastefully decorated room, and she took a seat. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. I know your schedule is tightly packed."

"Not at all, I've only had the best experiences with your company, so when they contacted me for an appointment, I cleared the morning for our session" you assured her, your tone soothing. "Now, why don't you start by telling me what brings you here today?"

Jennie took a deep breath as if gathering the courage to share something deeply personal. "Well, it's about my��� sex life," she began, a slight flush creeping onto her cheeks. "I've never openly discussed this with anyone, even the other members, but I feel like it's affecting my overall happiness."

You maintained a calm and supportive demeanor, creating a judgement-free atmosphere. "It's perfectly okay, Jennie. Sex is a vital aspect of our lives, and it's entirely valid to seek help in this area. Please, tell me more."

"It's just…" Jennie paused, carefully choosing her words. "I've never truly been satisfied with my sex life. All my past relationships… they've all left me feeling somewhat… physically unfulfilled."

You leaned forward, your eyes filled with genuine interest and empathy. "I see. I understand that this can be a challenging topic to discuss, but I'm here to listen and help in any way I can. Please, spare no detail."

"It's not just that," Jennie continued, her voice gaining confidence as she sensed your unwavering support. "The guys I've been with… they all had smaller… you know… and it's just never felt quite right for me. I've watched those porn videos, the ones with massive cocks stretching girls out, and I can't help but wonder what that would feel like. I've also heard stories from Lisa about her and her boyfriend and can't help but feel jealous."

Your eyes widened slightly at Jennie's sincere admission, but you quickly regained your composure and professionalism. "It's completely natural to have those curiosities and desires. Sexual pleasure is very personal, and it's okay to want to explore and experience different things that you may prefer," you say, your voice steady.

Jennie bit her lip, her eyes darted down to her fidgeting hands on her lap. "I know it might sound superficial, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm missing out on potential pleasure. All the guys I've been with have been Asian, and I guess I'm just curious about… bigger sizes."

You nodded mischievously, your mind formulating a plan to help Jennie in a way that would surpass her wildest expectations. "It's not superficial at all, Jennie. It's okay to have those thoughts and desires. In fact, I believe I can assist you with that."

Jennie looked up at you, her eyes filled with hope. "You can? How?"

"Well," you began, leaning back in your chair and smiling warmly. "As a specialist therapist, I have some unique methods at my disposal. One of which is hypnosis, a favourite amongst my regular clients."

Jennie's eyes widened in surprise. "Hypnosis? Like making people forget their names and sleep from a snap of your fingers?"

You chuckled and reassured her. "That's the kind of hypnosis you see in shows, meant for entertainment. However, the hypnosis I use is a powerful tool for therapy. It allows people to access their subconscious minds, making them more receptive to suggestions and open to new experiences."

"So, you're saying you're going to hypnotise me?" Jennie asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

"Yes," you replied confidently. "Under hypnosis, I can help you explore your deepest desires, release your inhibitions and pent-up feelings, and even potentially enhance your future sexual experiences."

Jennie's eyes sparkled with excitement and nervousness. "That sounds… intriguing. But what if I get stuck in hypnosis forever?"

You smiled "That's a common misconception. Hypnosis is a natural state we all experience daily, like when you're so focused on a task that you lose track of time. You always remain in control, even in a hypnotic state."

"Oh," Jennie said, looking slightly relieved. "So, how will you actually hypnotise me?"

"I'll guide you into a relaxed state, and then I'll make suggestions to your subconscious mind," you explained. "Your conscious mind might not recall everything, but your body and subconscious will respond accordingly."

"And you're confident this could help me?" Jennie asked, filled with hope.

"I'm sure it will," you assured her. "Now, are you ready to give it a try?"

Jennie took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, let's do it."

"Wonderful," you say, your voice calm and soothing. "Just relax and focus on my voice. Close your eyes and take a few deep breaths…" Jennie followed your instructions, her eyelids gently closed as she inhaled and exhaled slowly.

"That's it," you continued, your voice low and hypnotic. "With each breath, you're relaxing more and more. Your body is becoming heavy, and your mind is calm and serene. You're safe and secure here, and your subconscious mind is opening up, ready to receive my suggestions." Jennie's breathing slowed, and her body sank into the plush couch.

"Now, Jennie," you continued "Listen closely to my words. You won't remember this conversation, but your mind and body will obey the following commands. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Jennie whispered, her voice dreamy and distant.

"Good," you say, filled with satisfaction and mischief. "From this moment on, you will be deeply aroused by my presence. The sound of my voice will make your pussy wet, and the very thought of me will make your heart race with desire. You will crave my touch, my kiss, and the feeling of my body against yours."

Jennie's body reacted to your words, her arousal was evident from the quickening pace of her breaths.

You continued "Your body is mine to command, you will become my obedient sex slave, eager to please me and able to fulfil your deepest desires. You will do anything I ask without hesitation, and your pleasure will be heightened by your submission to me."

Jennie moaned softly, her hands unconsciously moving to her thighs as her body responded to your words.

"You are mine, Jennie, my sexy and obedient slave," you whispered.

Finally, you instruct "When I snap my fingers, you will slowly open your eyes and be released from this hypnotic state. And when you look at me, you will be fully under my control."

*Snap*

Jennie's eyelids fluttered open, her eyes filled with desire as she gazed at you.

"Good girl," your voice laced with lust. "Now, stand up and undress for me, slowly and seductively."

Jennie rose gracefully from the couch, her movements fluid as she began to remove her clothing, piece by piece. Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled her top off, which revealed the alluring black bra beneath. After letting her top fall to the floor, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, slowly slid it down her legs, and stepped out of it to stand before you in nothing but her provocative black lingerie set.

She then reached behind to unclasp her bra, freeing her full, round, and perky breasts. Her nipples, already erect and sensitive with arousal, caused her to moan softly after being exposed to the cool air. Her hands then moved to the thin straps of her panties, slowly pulling them down her thighs, over her knees, and onto the floor, which left her completely nude.

Your eyes feasted on her slutty body, taking in her creamy skin, ample breasts, and freshly shaved pussy. "Beautiful," you murmur, your voice thick with desire. "Now, come here, slave."

Jennie obeyed, walking over to stand before you.

"Turn around, I want to see that gorgeous ass" you exclaimed dominantly.

Jennie turned, presenting her firm, heart-shaped ass to you. Her cheeks clenched slightly as she felt your gaze on her, and a rush of excitement washed over her at being so exposed and vulnerable.

"Such a perfect view," you praised, as you reached out to gently caress her ass cheeks. "Now, bend over."

Jennie complied, bending at the waist and holding her calves. Her legs were slightly apart, exposing her swollen pussy lips that glistened with arousal.

You stood up and moved behind her, your hands roamed over her ass cheeks before they slipped between her legs to stroke her wet folds. "So wet already," you murmured. "You've been a very naughty girl, Jennie."

Jennie moaned softly, her head hanging down as she reveled in the sensations coursing through her body from your touch.

"Now, I'm going to give you a spanking. Count each strike out loud and thank me for it." you firmly instructed.

"As you command, Master," Jennie whispered, her body trembling with anticipation.

You raised your hand and brought it down sharply on Jennie's left cheek, leaving a bright red handprint. "One, thank you, Master," Jennie gasped, her voice laced with pleasure and pain.

You delivered another sharp smack, this time to her right cheek. "Two, thank you, Master," Jennie cried out filled with excitement.

You continued the spanking, alternating cheeks and landing each smack with force and precision, causing her ass cheeks to glow a rosy red. "Three, thank you, Master," Jennie chanted, her body trembling. "Four, thank you, Master. Five, thank you, Master. Six, thank you..."

"Enough," you exclaimed. "Now, get on your knees and show me how much you've craved a big cock."

Jennie immediately dropped to her knees, her eyes locked with yours as she reached for the waistband of your trousers. With deft fingers, she unbuckled your belt and pulled both your trousers and boxers down revealing your 12-inch erect cock, already pulsating with desire.

Jennie's eyes widened at the sight of your thick, veiny shaft, the head moistened with pre-cum. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen, and the thought of taking it inside her made her pussy clench with anticipation. A wicked smile crossed her face as she imagined the humiliation her Asian ex-boyfriends would feel if they saw her now, their tiny penises no match for the monster she was about to take.

Jennie took your command to heart, as she leaned forward, her full lips wrapped around the head of your throbbing cock. Her eyes locked with yours, a silent communication of her eagerness to please you and a hidden desire to prove her worth against the small cocks of her past.

Inch by inch, she slowly began lowering her mouth further down your shaft. She attempted to deepthroat you, her tongue swirling and her throat muscles relaxing to accommodate your impressive length and girth. The sensation was euphoric; her warm, wet mouth enveloped you, and her soft tongue massaged your sensitive underside. You finally felt her nose nudge your pubic bone as she took you fully, her eyes watering as she struggled to push through her gag reflex.

'That's it, Jennie,' you encouraged, your voice hoarse with desire. 'Take me all the way down, show yourself that you can deal with a real man.'

Jennie moaned around your length, the vibrations sent shivers down your spine. She withdrew slightly, only to plunge back down, her lips forming a tight seal around you. Her hands grasped your thighs, her fingernails dug into your skin as she took control of the rhythm, her head bobbing up and down at a steady pace. Her mind pictured the pathetic men she once dated, their small packages were no comparison to your mighty cock and each movement of her head was a silent victory over her past unsatisfying encounters.

The sight of her, on her knees, mouth stretched around your girth, was a powerful aphrodisiac. You placed your hands on her head, threading your fingers through her silky hair, and guided her movements. 'Such a good girl,' you praised 'But now, I want to fuck that beautiful mouth, and show you what you've been missing.'

With a nod, Jennie understood your desire and her craving for submission. She released your cock from her mouth, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum. You then guided her to the edge of the couch, and positioned her on her knees, her hands resting on the cushions. Jennie, filled with anticipation, opened her mouth, inviting you in and ready to prove her worth.

You grasped your shaft, placing the tip of your cock onto her waiting lips. With a firm thrust, you entered her mouth, and her tongue flicked across the sensitive underside of your cock, sending waves of pleasure through your body. The sensation was electric, her warm mouth enveloped you and her full lips caressed your shaft. You began to face fuck her, your hips snapped forward and back, each thrust pushing deeper and deeper into her throat.

'Look at me, Jennie,' you commanded 'I want to see your eyes as I use that pretty mouth and make you feel the power of a real man.'

Jennie's gaze met yours, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of pleasure and triumph. She moaned around your length, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure. Your pace quickened, with each motion a testament to your lust and her newfound purpose.

'That's it, my obedient sex slave,' you growled. 'Take it all in, let me use that gorgeous slutty mouth and show the world that you were made for bigger and better cocks.'

Jennie's response was a guttural sound of bliss, her body trembled as she surrendered to the primal act, her mind filled with images of her exes' tiny cocks in comparison to your massive member.

You increased your pace even further, your hips were a blur hammering into and out of her mouth. 'You're doing so well, Jennie, I want to feel your throat tighten around me as I cum. Show me how much you've craved big cock.' you exclaimed.

Jennie's eyes widened at your words, her body tensed in anticipation. You grasped her hair tighter, guiding her head in a synchronous rhythm that enhanced your deep thrusts. The room filled with the sounds of her sucking and slurping, and your heavy breathing as you neared your climax.

'That's it you whore, suck me dry, swallow my cum, and prove to yourself that you were made for more than those pathetic small cocks.' you grunted.

As you exploded, filling Jennie's mouth with your hot seed, her throat constricted around your shaft, milking every last drop. Her eyes never left yours, and you see her struggle to swallow the copious amount of cum you released.

Withdrawing your cock, it glistened with a mixture of saliva and cum. You then pulled her to the couch, her body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. 'Lie back' you instructed 'It's time for you to truly feel me.'

Jennie, her body flushed with arousal, followed your command and offered herself completely to your pleasure and to the fulfilment of her fantasies. She laid on the couch and spread her legs, a wanton invitation. You positioned yourself between her thighs, your eyes locking with hers as you placed your throbbing cock to her glistening core. 'Are you ready for this, my eager slave? Are you ready to finally experience fullness?'

'Please, Master,' she pleaded, her hands reaching up to pull you closer. 'I need your cock inside me. I need to feel you, all of you, and all at once.'

The desperation in her voice sent a jolt of dominance through you, and with a growl, you rammed your cock forward, claiming the depths of her pussy in one smooth motion. Her eyes flew open at the sensation of being filled so completely and perfectly, her mind briefly flashed to the disappointing encounters with her exes. 'Oh, my God,' she yelled, her back arching off the couch, her hands gripping the cushions as if to anchor herself during this overwhelming moment. 'It's so big! I've never felt so full!'

You paused, giving her a moment to adjust to your size, to the feeling of being stretched and broken in, and to the realisation that she could never go back. Then, with a primal need, you began to move, your hips snapped forward and backward, each thrust deliberate and powerful. You filled her again and again, each stroke erasing the memories of her previous sexual experiences.

'You like that, don't you? You like being fucked by a cock that destroys your tight Asian pussy, that makes you forget those insignificant little boys' you roared, pounding into her.

'Yes, Master!' she cried out. 'It's incredible! I've never felt so full, so completely satisfied! I was so wrong to settle for anything less!'

Her words spurred you on, and you showed no mercy as you drove into her, your hands roughly gripped her slender hips, leaving faint marks on her porcelain skin. Jennie's body became a canvas of pleasure, her breasts swayed, her nipples stood erect and tight, and her tight belly bulged with each thrust. Instinctively, her long legs wrapped around your waist, her ankles locked behind your back as you continued to thrust. The slight change in angle sent new waves of pleasure through her, and she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls.

'You feel that, slut? You feel how deep I can go, how much more pleasure I can give you' you asked.

'Master, I feel it! I feel your enormous cock throbbing inside me! I never want to go back!' Jennie groaned, her body moving in sync with yours, meeting your thrusts with her own.

You leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss as you continued to ram into her. The kiss was fierce, your tongue mimicked the rhythm of your hips and claimed her soul. Jennie responded with equal fervor, her hands grasped your hair and pulled you in as if she couldn't get enough of your taste, as if she had been starving for this kind of passion and pleasure.

You broke the kiss, sat up, and roughly grabbed her legs, spreading them as wide as they could go. Continuing to pound deep into her, Jennie's eyes rolled upwards, her mouth gaped open and her tongue hung outwards. She revealed her slutty ahegao face and it was a sight to behold. Her body and core began to clench around you, and you could feel her pleasure building to an intense peak "I'm close, Master!"

You suddenly pulled out, releasing your cock from her pussy's tight hold. "Not yet, my little slave, ride me and show me how much you crave this superior cock!" you commanded.

With a fluid motion, Jennie pushed you onto your back and rose, her body a vision of newfound confidence. Placing her hands on your chest for support, she then straddled your lap and roughly impaled herself with your cock. Taking control, she moved her hips in a forceful yet sensual rhythm, maximising her pleasure.

You grasped her hips and repositioned your own so that she could take you even deeper. Playfully, you encouraged her "That's it, Jennie, take all of me, fuck yourself on my cock like the whore you are."

Following your encouragement, Jennie continued to move her body up and down, moaning with a sound of pure satisfaction and triumph.

Seeing her ample breasts bounce, teased you to taste them. You placed her hands on your shoulders and, as she leaned forward, captured her right nipple between your lips. You sucked and teased her firm nipple as she continued to ride you. "Oh, yes! I love how my Master sucks on my sensitive tits!" she cried out, her body trembling.

After a teasing final suckle, you released her right nipple and focused on the left. This time, you playfully bit down and pulled her nipple with your teeth, causing her to moan with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Feeling satisfied, you freed her tits and instructed her "Now, my eager slave, turn around and bounce that firm ass on my cock."

Jennie, her body shiny with sweat, complied and turned facing away from you. She got into a squatting position and lowered herself onto your shaft, her movements were slow and deliberate, and her back arched as she took you in, inch by inch. Her hands gripped your legs, her fingers dug into your flesh as she set a new rhythm.

"That's it, Jennie," you praised, your voice a low rumble. "Enjoy being filled and stretched out by a real man."

Jennie moaned and started to quicken her pace, her body moved in a way that showcased her surrender to her desires and the superiority of your size. As her rhythm intensified, you had the perfect view of her ass. It took the whole of your length and jiggled each time she slammed into you.

Soon, her head fell backwards, her long silky black hair cascading down her back as she acquiesced to the sensations that coursed through her. "Master! I'm so close again! Your cock… it's taking me to places I've never been with those small cock boys!" she exclaimed in ecstasy.

"That's it, let go! Cum for me while you ride my big hard cock!" you shouted.

Jennie's body shook violently, her walls clenched around you as she surrendered to her orgasm. "I'm coming, Master!" she screamed, her nails digging into your legs as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. You continued to fuck her through her orgasm, your hands engulfed her small waist, supporting her in a sensual rhythm.

As her climax began to subside, you moved her to the edge of the couch and positioned her on all fours, her hands and knees sinking into the cushions. Almost instinctively, her back arched and offered a stunning view of her glistening pussy. "Now, my obedient slave, it's my turn." you laugh "I'm gonna break your mind and pussy."

Jennie, her body still heaving with overwhelming pleasure, could only nod in submission. You stood behind her and tightly held onto her hips with both hands. Using the tip of your erect cock, you teased her wet folds and, with a single powerful thrust, rammed deep inside her.

Before she could even comprehend what had happened, you pulled out fully and slammed right back into her. You continued to roughly jackhammer her tight wet Asian pussy, stretching her out and bruising her cervix. "You like that, Jennie? You like being taken from behind, being reminded that you're a submissive little slut that has outgrown those Asian boys?" you exclaimed.

"Yes, Master!" she cried out in pain. "Take me, own me, I've chosen you and the path of true pleasure!" She began to move her body in sync with yours, her hands tightly gripping the cushions as she took you in. Jennie's surrender was absolute, her body was a vessel for your pleasure and your dominance over her was complete.

Suddenly, her arms and legs gave in, releasing your hard cock and leaving her prone on the couch. Despite this, you quickly repositioned yourself above her and forcefully pushed your length back into her, filling her once more.

"Fuck Jennie! Your pussy is so tight in this position." you praised emphatically. Jennie moaned with a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion "I love it, Master! I love how you use my pussy as your personal fleshlight, fucking it roughly into oblivion!"

As you continued to drive into her, you felt the coil of your pleasure tighten. You leaned down, your mouth close to her ear, your breath hot against her skin, and whispered a command. "That's right, slave. And now, I want you to come for me again before I finally finish deep inside of you."

Jennie's body reacted to your erotic words, her pussy clenched around your shaft as she pleaded. "Please, Master, fill me with your cum! I want to feel your cum inside me, claiming me as yours! I choose you, and I'll never look back!"

Your control began to slip as her words, her submission, and the tight heat of her body pushed you closer to the edge. Your movements became wilder, your pace became a frenzied rhythm, and each thrust became a statement of your mastery over her. "You're mine, Jennie," you growled, your voice raw with passion and lust. "Every part of you, every scream, every moan, belongs to me!"

"Oh, Master! Fuck me deeper, harder, and faster!" she cried out, her body moving in perfect harmony with yours, her pleasure once again building to an intense peak.

With a powerful final thrust, you surrendered to your pleasure and roared as you released your hot seed deep within her, marking her as your property. At the same time, Jennie's body convulsed as she too surrendered to her climax, her walls milking your shaft and her pleasure consuming her.

For minutes, you remain joined, your bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of your shared pleasure. Jennie's breath was ragged, her eyes glazed with satisfaction as she turned her head to look at you, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"That was…" she began, her voice triumphant and exhausted. "I've never experienced anything like that. I feel like I've finally found what I've been missing."

You returned a warm smile, a sense of victory filling you. "It's been my pleasure to guide you, Jennie. And this is just the beginning of your journey into true fulfilment."

Finally getting up, you both slowly got dressed. However, Jennie's curiosity got the better of her, her mind still buzzing from the heavenly experience. "But how did I… I mean, I don't remember agreeing to all of this. It's like I had no control, but I loved it."

You laughed with an insidious glint in your eyes, a glint of a master who had hypnotised his client to become his sex slave. "The mind is powerful, Jennie. As you can tell from first-hand experience, even if you don't remember it, hypnosis can still do wonders for the mind and body."

Jennie nodded understandingly "So, it's almost like, I was… under a spell?" "A spell of pleasure that frees you, one might say," you smoothly replied "And it's a spell I'm sure you'll want to be under again, to continue exploring the path you've chosen today."

Jennie smiled lustfully, her body still humming with the afterglow of her intense orgasms and her mind already imagining the possibilities of future sessions. "I can't deny that it was… an eye-opening experience. I want to explore more, to leave no stone unturned in my pursuit of pleasure and fulfilment."

You held the door open for her, a silent promise in your eyes, a promise of further guidance and pleasure. "Until next time, Jennie. A world of true satisfaction awaits, and you've only just begun to scratch the surface."

As Jennie stepped out, you allowed yourself a moment of gratification, knowing that the hypnosis had worked its magic and Jennie had now become your obedient personal sex slave. You now wondered about your other clients and the possibilities of guiding them to a similar outcome. The thought was tantalising, and you knew that this was just the beginning of a journey into the dark and devious world of hypnotic domination.

[pomegranatelifethis]

A mistake

**English is not my native language**

The place where it all began, trapped in a small room between only you and the darkness. When did being Bruce Wayne's daughter make you happy? People looked at the Wayne family's children with admiration, but no one saw you. Perhaps the biggest problem with you was that your existence meant nothing to anyone.

Days passed, you were forgotten more and more with each passing minute. How empty it was that Alfred forgot to invite you to dinner every night, that Damian didn't find you entertaining, that Dick didn't care about you... In all this chaos, you felt like you were being pushed aside. And you were hiding behind your tears, with the feeling of loneliness getting deeper with every moment.

But no one noticed.

One day, there was a terrible silence in the dark streets of Gotham. When the Joker decided to take care of you, none of the family noticed you were missing. The heroes fighting outside were so busy protecting the city that they didn't even care that you were missing. Many nights you had to go out quietly, wander the streets and come back. But you never really became a family. No one called you, no one noticed you were missing.

Everything took on a different meaning in Joker's hands. His sarcastic smile was wearing you out more and more every day. He constantly ignored you in his games and made you feel like nothing. The tortures and psychological games were weakening you so much that you eventually started to accept: No one really cared about you.

The first day, when Joker kidnapped you, no one noticed. Everything was in the past. When he disappeared a few days later, no one was surprised. A week later, no one even called you. Two weeks, two whole weeks… But there was something. During those two weeks, something changed. A void was created within everyone. They had begun to realize, but it was too late.

First Days - Joker's Games:

When the Joker kidnapped you, you were afraid of physical pain at first, but over time the psychological torture began to become a greater threat. He was starting to learn about your weaknesses, fears and pains. He was constantly causing you pain and trying to slowly break your spirit. The pain you have experienced before has never been this deep.

Your body could heal, but your soul would be much harder to heal. The Joker was testing your mental limits. At first he physically challenged you: chains, beatings, cuts… but over time he became more insidious. “Do you think your family is looking for you?” he was saying to you, there was a mocking sparkle in his eyes. “You will just be a loss, forgotten. No one will remember you.” These words hurt you more than you had ever felt before.

Every day he questioned you in some way and left you in pain. His biggest torture was leaving you alone. He left you in a room for hours, days, silently. When he entered the room, you saw him smiling. And that smile made you feel like everything was over. Sometimes he would tie you to a table and ask you to close your eyes. “Aren't you going to follow me?” he would ask, with that cold emptiness in his eyes.

The Batfamily's Realization - Delayed Guilt:

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The Joker's Last Games - Acceptance:

As time went on, Joker broke you more and more every day. It seemed like everything was lost for you now. He enjoyed seeing you. “A family, right? “But you lost them,” he said. And one day, he tied you to a chair and said that old saying again. “No one will remember you. Your family lost you. You are also a loss that they don't remember.”

At that moment, something changed in your eyes. That old light disappeared from his eyes. You fell into such a deep void that nothing could get you out of there anymore. It only took one word to break. That word came out of Joker's mouth. “They lost you because they never wanted you.”

Family Regrets - Lost Forever:

Bruce shook you and said, “Forgive me,” holding your shoulder. Tim, Jason, Damian and Dick were there too, but no matter how much they told you how sorry they were, it was different from what you felt. “Don't try to forgive me. "It was too late," you could say, but your voice cracked and a few tears rolled down your eyes.

The deeper the void gets as you feel how tightly they hold you. With every touch, you feel like you're being pulled back one step further. At that moment, everything they think they love about you turns into a pressure on you. When they say they want to hug you, hold you, take care of you every time they approach you, a feeling pushes you back. As you feel this, your body seems to be running away from them, but your heart is still waiting for love. No matter how much they want to hug you, your body wants to escape from them.

Bruce: Bruce's hands could feel the pain inside you as he held you tightly. But you involuntarily pull your body back. At that moment, Bruce's pitying gaze pushes you away. So much had happened that everything he did to protect you was never enough. “I can't let you go anywhere,” he whispered, but there was an increasing obsession in his every word as you couldn't even take a step. Every time he approaches you, he holds you so tightly that as you feel it, the little voice inside you says, “Don't leave me.”

But every touch of his cuts you like a knife. “Do you think you like this?” you think. At that moment, as you think about how much Bruce loves you, your body involuntarily moves further away, and you respond to every approach with fear.

Tim: Tim, everything changed when they lost you. Now that he had found you, the desire to control every moment of you was increasing. While he was watching your every move, he was pushing every limit to protect you. But every time, your body was retreating even one step. Even though he approached so quickly, every move of his pushed you further back. “Don't be afraid of me,” he was saying, but the fierce possessiveness in his approach made you feel like a pit that took you out of this world.

Every touch, every touch, was causing your traumas to come to life in your body. Your withdrawal was bringing him closer. As you thought everything was over, you were lost in time. When he said, "Stay away from me," there was a kind of bullying in those words that tried to close you down even more. But you were running away from him with every move, trying to prevent your body from shaking involuntarily every time you felt his hand.

Jason: When Jason found you, he felt like he missed every moment you were lost and buried that emptiness inside you. But when he found you, his hands really scared you. He hugs you so tightly that every muscle tightens, and as he tries to touch every part of you, you get colder and colder inside. “You won't be harmed, I promise,” he said, but there was something in that promise that turned into holding you, controlling you, trapping you completely to yourself. Day by day, Jason was becoming more and more possessive of you, but you felt every moment with a desire to escape and be protected. Every time his hand held you, every time he tried to caress your cheek, it caused invisible wounds to swell on your body.

When you said, “Stay with me,” your body didn't want to take another step towards him, and you were getting more and more tense with every movement. The heavy pressure on everything made you feel colder inside, forcing you to belong to no one. Even though you wanted to see the love in him, you didn't think you could really trust him anymore. Every violent hug pushed you back, reminding you of feelings you were sure you had forgotten. Jason's touches no longer felt like comfort, but like a threat.

Damian: When Damian found you, there was fear in his eyes, but that fear had turned into an obsession to protect you. Seeing the emptiness inside you pushed him to own it more. But those looks that were always trying to possess you suddenly pierced you. Every time he touched you, every time he leaned towards you, there was a sense of fear that pushed you back. Whenever he brought his hands closer to you, you involuntarily took a step back. When he said, "Don't run away from me," these words broke you down, along with the weakness in his voice. As your body retreated, Damian wanted to get closer. Not for you, but for fear of losing him. But with every touch, another trauma opened, and with every show of attention, you retreated more. Eventually, this obsession was causing you so much pain that you couldn't trust anyone.

Dick: When Dick found you, he wanted to hug you first, but when he noticed the tension in your body, he took a step back. But this retreat was like one step closer to losing you for him. The fact that he wanted to spend every moment with you and protect you left a painful echo in your body. He was so close that every time you escaped, he was trying to attract you more. When he said, "Don't leave me," there was so much fear in his eyes that he thought that if you took one more step back, you would lose him completely. But for you, every move became a threat. Every touch of his was pulling you down further.

Conclusion: When the Batfamily lost you, there was deep guilt within them, but what they felt after finding you combined with the emptiness within you and turned into obsessive possession. With each approach, each time they hugged you, the more fear grew inside you as you felt how tightly their hands held you. And in the eyes of each of them was a psychological pressure combined with the fear of losing you. But you felt completely lost, pushing back every touch, to the people you once thought you loved. You felt like a person left alone in fear and pain, having lost confidence.

@celestialbooks

[lvrrinnie]

Here’s some headcanons I have for some Hermits.

Grian:

- Avian Grian likes to give his friends his old feathers. But only the pretty ones that are still intact and bright in color.

- He likes to perch on things and just watch his friends from a distance, he finds it very entertaining especially when his friends are getting frustrated with the thing they work on.

- Makes bird noises when he’s happy. Little chirps here and there.

Scar:

- He keeps shiny things one him all the time.

- Draws flowers and cute silly little things on every scars his friends have, to make them feel better about themselves.

- Always has snacks with him.

Mumbo:

- His fingertips are always stained red from all of the redstone he works with.

- Has a whole routine to keep his moustache in a perfect state.

- Drinks only black coffee. No sugar. And he enjoys the taste of it.

Tango:

- Always got redstone dust streaks on his face.

- When he was the Dungeon Master, his clock has fluffy and very warm since it was freezing in Decked out. Liked it because he could just hid his face with the fur that was on the edges of his hood.

- Very pale skin since he’s always inside, working on something.

Etho:

- He’s an artic fox hybrid.

- Cold hands almost all the time, yet somehow he is never cold; not even when he’s knees deep in the snow, just sitting there, because he likes snow and the smell of winter.

- Has more scars besides the one of his eye, most of them are on his hands and arms. Accidents from all of the projects he created/worked on.

Xisuma:

- Knows how to bleach bones and how store them the right way. (Not for weird reasons, just because I like the idea of Xisuma having a guitar made out of bones.)

- Always running on like 3 hours of sleep. That when his insomnia or his work don’t keep him awake for days.

- Picks flowers and makes little bouquets out of them, having one in almost every single room in his base. (I also like to believe he made Cleo’s flower crown.)

Doc:

- Believes that he can tame every single dangerous mob to exists. (And he’s successful in his task.)

- Other Hermits pestered him about getting new lab coat since his is tattered and old, but he’s emotionally attached to it because it was his first lab coat and just can’t get rid of it, no matter the stage the poor thing is in.

- Sampled at least once every single potion or liquid substance he ever made, just to be sure that if any of his friends somehow managed to ingest his creations, they will not be harmed by them. He also keeps the dangerous ones locked away and out of reach.

That’s it for now, maybe I will post some more about the other hermits since I have a lot of them.

[mintfgum]

SAGAU PROMPT IDEA

Okay, hear me out here.

Gosh, could you imagine the creator having a twin or something? (I think I'll call it creators twin au or something like that)

Gods are not kind. Sure, they're not cruel either, but they certainly won't tamper with every little thing that they deem beneath them.

And, much like the travellers, you go from one world to the next. Moving on from world to world like they were nothing but a newer, better project.

Your twin is not as enthusiastic about your projects. They often have to clean up after your messes.

Where you are creation, they are destruction. A neverending cycle where everything will return to dust, just to create life once more.

Life and death, yin and yang.

Could you imagine what you could do with that? Just imagine going down to your creations to interact with them, only to get hunted down while in your weak mortal form, only to cry out for help to your twin when you stand trial for a crime you did not commit.

What about a dynamic where you're revered but your twin is feared? But what they don't realise is that death is a much more comforting embrace than the falsehoods of life. The life that you eagerly watch them struggle to live. This is all just entertainment for you. Your newest little project.

Feel free to use this idea! I might make a fic myself, but knowing how slow I write, idk if I'll ever finish it.

[msklassickilla]

Delirious | J. Uso|R. Reigns Eight

Summary: When Titania buys an old typewriter from a closing thrift store, she thinks it’s just a vintage gem—until the words she types start coming true. However, the typewriter doesn’t just bring fantasies to life—it twists them. Giving Titania way more than she bargained for.

Pairing: Titania Marshall (Black OC) x Jey Uso x Roman Reigns

Author’s Note: This story is another AU thing. So, it might align, or it might not. I will try my best to keep it current enough. Nonetheless, it’s mash up of a few things: That one episode of Goosebumps. That one episode of the Twilight Zone. And that movie by the same title, Delirious featuring John Candy. I’ma make it work. Plus, I like mystical spooky shit with a bit of Jerry Springer type mess.

Warning(s): Minor mentions of not detailed SMUT happening.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Eight

Titania sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, her hands gripping the edge of the mattress. She needed to leave, if only for a little while. She needed space away from Jey, from the house, from the suffocating feeling that had been pressing down on her since their last conversation. Something about the way he had looked at her, the calm certainty in his voice when he told her they were moving, had left a weight in her chest that refused to go away.

But she couldn’t leave. Not yet. Jey would be back on the road soon, and when he left, she’d finally have a chance to think. She just had to hold out until then. She exhaled and forced herself to lie back, telling herself that by the time she woke up, he would already be getting ready to leave for the next city.

Except, when she opened her eyes the next morning, Jey was gone—but not in the way she had expected. The house was silent, no music playing from the kitchen, no smell of breakfast drifting in. He hadn’t made her anything, hadn’t left a note. At first, she thought maybe he had left for the airport early, but when she checked her phone, there was nothing from him. A slow, creeping feeling worked its way into her stomach. Something didn’t feel right.

Jey came home late that evening, looking as calm as ever. Titania had spent the whole day waiting for a text, a call, anything to confirm he was gone for work, but now, as he stepped inside like nothing was out of the ordinary, she realized she had been waiting for nothing. He tossed his keys onto the counter, loosened the collar of his shirt, and met her eyes with a casual smile.

“Took a few days off,” he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Family emergency.”

Titania didn’t respond. She stood frozen, her fingers tightening around the glass of water she had been holding. He wasn’t leaving. He had no plans to leave. He was staying here. With her.

She didn’t sleep that night. The weight in her chest had grown heavier, thick and suffocating. Over the next few days, she tried to tell herself she was overreacting, that she was being ridiculous, but then she overheard Jey on the phone with Jimmy, casually telling him they would be in Florida by the end of the month. The words were spoken with such ease, such certainty, that it sent a spark of rage through her. She wanted to storm into the room and demand to know how he could keep making decisions for her, but something stopped her.

Titania knew arguing with Jey wouldn’t get her anywhere. The last time she pushed back, he had looked at her like she was just being difficult, like she was saying no to something that had already been decided. No, she needed to be smart about this. She needed time to think. She needed space.

She packed a bag, stuffing it into the spare room. It wasn’t much, just enough for a night or two in a hotel, but it was a start. Jey would shower eventually, or maybe he’d fall asleep early. Either way, she’d be gone before he could ask any questions.

When the night finally came, she crept out of bed, heart hammering, ears straining for any sound from Jey. He was still. His breathing was deep and steady. She hesitated only for a second before slipping out of the room, careful not to make a sound. The spare room was dark when she entered, and she reached blindly for her bag, fingers brushing against the cool metal of the typewriter. A sharp chill ran down her spine as she felt the distinct shape of paper sticking out of the roller.

Her breath caught.

Slowly, she turned on the lamp and looked down. There was a new message.

She didn’t type it.

The words stood out in dark ink, crisp and final.

"She asked to be loved. And till death will he love her. Unless…"

Titania’s pulse pounded in her ears. Her fingers curled around the edges of the paper as she tore it from the machine, ripping it to shreds before she could think. The pieces fluttered to the ground, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

She had to go. Now.

She grabbed her bag and bolted from the room, the darkness of the house pressing in on her. The living room was silent, the only sound was the steady hum of the fridge in the kitchen. She reached the front door and fumbled with the lock, her fingers clumsy, her mind racing.

The lamp flicked on.

Titania’s stomach dropped.

Jey was sitting on the couch, arms resting on his knees, watching her with an expression she had never seen before.

"You trying to leave me, Tee?" His voice was calm, but there was something beneath it, something that made her blood run cold.

Titania’s fingers slipped from the doorknob. Jey tilted his head slightly, eyes locked on hers, unreadable and steady. He didn’t look angry. He didn’t even look surprised. He just looked like a man who already knew how this night was going to end.

----

Titania’s heart pounded in her chest, the bag in her hand feeling heavier than it should. Jey sat there, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers loosely clasped as he watched her. The overhead lamp cast long shadows across his face, making his expression unreadable, but there was something in the way he was looking at her that sent a cold ripple down her spine.

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay still, to keep her face neutral even as her mind screamed at her to move. He was just upstairs. She had felt his body beside hers, the steady rise and fall of his breath under the covers. She had heard nothing—no footsteps, no doors opening, no creaks of the floorboards.

So how was he sitting here now?

Jey rubbed his temples, exhaling like he was trying to keep his patience in check. "I asked you a question, Tee." His voice was steady, but there was an edge to it now. "Were you trying to leave me?"

Titania’s throat felt dry. She forced herself to shake her head. "I just… I needed to get out for a little bit. Clear my head."

Jey’s eyes stayed locked on hers, unreadable. He leaned back against the couch, tapping his fingers against his knee. His silence made her stomach churn. He was thinking, processing, deciding how to react.

Then he let out a slow breath, nodding once. "You should’ve just told me," he said finally, the tension in his shoulders easing—if only slightly.

Titania released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Maybe that was it. Maybe she could still smooth this over.

But Jey wasn’t done.

He patted the space beside him. "Come sit with me."

Something about the way he said it made her hesitate.

Jey tilted his head slightly, watching her closely. "Come on, Tee. Let’s talk."

Titania’s grip on the bag tightened. She could still leave. She could turn and run out the door right now. But the way Jey was watching her made her feel like he already knew she wouldn’t.

Slowly, she moved toward the couch, sitting stiffly beside him. The air between them was thick, her pulse thrumming in her ears.

Jey ran a hand down his face, shaking his head slightly. "I get it. You’re stressed. You feel like things are moving too fast." His tone was softer now, almost soothing, like he was trying to guide her to a conclusion he had already reached. "But Tee, we can’t wait. I already closed on the house."

Titania’s breath stalled.

She turned her head slowly, eyes narrowing. "What?"

Jey pulled out his phone and handed it to her. "It’s done. We move at the end of the month."

Titania stared at the screen, her hands trembling as she scrolled through the pictures. The house was perfect. Everything she had ever wanted in a dream home. The layout, the location, even the color of the walls—every tiny detail matched the house she had imagined in passing.

But she had never told Jey about it. She had never searched for this house. She had never even known it existed. And yet, here it was, already theirs.

She turned back to him, voice unsteady. "How did you know?"

Jey smiled. "Because I know you."

The words should have been reassuring, comforting even. Instead, they sent a chill through her. Because that wasn’t an answer. And deep down, Titania knew she would never get one.

----

Titania barely remembered going to bed that night. She had argued—at least, she thought she had. Maybe not with words, but with silence, with the way her body had gone stiff next to Jey on the couch, with the way she had stared at him, waiting for an explanation he never gave. But in the end, it hadn’t mattered.

Jey was unmoved, unaffected, as if her hesitation was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. He had made up his mind. The house was bought. The move was happening. And there was nothing left to discuss.

She wanted to scream.

Instead, she lay awake beside him, staring at the ceiling while Jey slept soundly, his arm draped over her waist like an anchor. The weight of it should have been comforting. She had spent years fantasizing about this—being wrapped up in him, being the woman he came home to.

But this wasn’t a fantasy anymore. This was real. And something about it felt wrong.

Jey had given her everything she asked for—so why did it feel like she was losing herself in the process? The typewriter’s message clawed its way back into her mind.

She asked to be loved. And till death will he love her. Unless…

Unless what?

Titania swallowed hard and turned onto her side, shutting her eyes, willing herself to sleep.

----

The next few days passed in a blur, Jey moving through the house with the same confidence he always had, as if nothing was out of place, as if their life was already settled. Titania, on the other hand, felt unmoored. She drifted through conversations, nodded in the right places, let herself get pulled into his warmth when he reached for her, but there was a nagging sensation in the back of her mind that refused to quiet.

That night, Jey opened a bottle of wine and poured her a glass, a quiet truce after days of tension. One glass turned into two, then four, and for a little while, she let herself believe this could still be normal. Jey was affectionate, teasing, his fingers tracing idle patterns along her arm as they talked about nothing in particular.

Then her phone buzzed.

She reached for it, already feeling hazy from the wine, but the moment she saw the name on the screen, she hesitated.

Hakeem.

A coworker. Nothing more. Jey’s mood shifted instantly.

Titania hesitated before answering, feeling Jey’s gaze on her as she lifted the phone to her ear. "Hey, what’s up?"

Hakeem’s voice was casual, asking about a project deadline, something minor, but she barely processed the words because Jey was staring at her like he was trying to see straight through her. His fingers, which had been resting lightly on her thigh, twitched slightly before curling against the fabric of her leggings.

She kept the call brief, assuring Hakeem she’d handle it, then hung up, setting the phone aside like it didn’t matter. But Jey was already shifting closer, his jaw tight.

"Who’s he?"

Titania blinked, confused. "What?"

Jey’s voice was lower now, softer but with an unmistakable edge. "Who’s Hakeem?"

She let out a short laugh, shaking her head. "A coworker. We barely talk outside of work."

Jey didn’t look convinced. He studied her for a moment, his thumb brushing idly against her knee. "You sure about that?"

Titania tensed. "Jey, come on. He’s just a coworker. Nothing more, nothing less."

Jey hummed, but the sound didn’t hold any real agreement. His fingers tightened against her leg, his touch no longer light, no longer teasing. His voice dropped even lower, almost thoughtful. "Show me."

Her pulse skipped. "Pardon?"

His grip shifted, his palm sliding higher, fingers tracing the curve of her hip. "Show me I’m the only man for you."

Titania’s breath caught. She didn’t know why her heart was racing—if it was from the look in his eyes, from the way he was touching her, or from something deeper, something colder that she didn’t want to acknowledge.

She could have argued. She could have told him how ridiculous he was being. But she was tired. Of fighting, of thinking, of questioning every little thing. She wanted to end the night on good terms. She wanted to believe things could still be good between them.

So, she gave in.

Jey didn’t just take her that night—he claimed her. His touch was demanding, his grip bruising, his lips hot against her skin as he whispered, "Mine," over and over, like a promise. Like a declaration he didn’t want her to forget.

Titania clung to him, her body pliant beneath his, but somewhere in the back of her mind, a small voice whispered that this wasn’t passion. This was possession. And it wasn’t going to stop, not now or perhaps ever.

----

Titania lay awake long after Jey had drifted off, staring at the ceiling while his arm lay heavy across her waist. Her body still hummed from the intensity of their time together, but her mind refused to quiet. She replayed every touch, every whispered word, searching for something—anything—that made her feel like herself again.

Jey had always been passionate but tonight had felt different. There had been something beneath his touches, something raw, something final. Like he wasn’t just making love to her. Like he was sealing something in place.

She shifted carefully, trying not to wake him, and turned onto her side, facing the darkened room. Her eyes landed on the open doorway leading to the hall, the faintest sliver of light spilling from the spare room.

The typewriter was waiting.

Titania inhaled sharply, a strange pull working its way through her chest. She could almost hear it, the phantom click of keys pressing down, the smooth roll of paper feeding into the machine.

It wanted to be used.

Jey’s breath was warm against the back of her neck as he shifted in his sleep, tightening his hold around her. She stiffened, her pulse kicking up when she felt him murmur something low and drowsy against her skin.

It took her a second to register the word.

"Mine."

Titania swallowed hard, staring at the darkness ahead of her.

She could write happiness.

But what if she already had? And what if this was it?

----

The days passed in a blur of heat and wine and tangled sheets. Jey’s hands were everywhere, his touch lingering long after he left the room. He had taken his days off seriously, spending every moment with her, on her, inside her, as if trying to fill any space that wasn’t occupied by him. It was overwhelming, dizzying, and Titania wasn’t sure if she was slipping deeper into love or if she was simply being consumed.

She lost track of how many times they made love, how many times he whispered, “You know you’re mine, right?” into her skin like a prayer. She stopped questioning the way he looked at her, like he could see something in her that even she didn’t recognize.

But the moment he left, the spell broke.

Titania stood in the empty house, wrapped in a robe, staring at the front door long after Jey had walked out of it. The silence felt foreign, the air too still without him there. And for the first time in days, she could think clearly.

She needed answers.

The old man who sold her the typewriter was gone, vanished like smoke, but there had to be someone who could help her understand what she had gotten herself into. She had never believed in fortune-telling or psychics, but she also hadn’t believed in objects that could rewrite reality either.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

After an hour of searching online, she found a local fortune teller. Highly rated. Well-reviewed. Close enough to drive to. Titania hesitated for only a moment before booking an appointment for later that day.

The drive was quiet, the GPS leading her away from the main roads, deeper into the outskirts of town. When she finally pulled up, she found herself in front of a small, unassuming house, the kind that looked like it had been lived in for generations. A wooden sign on the porch read Readings by Madame V in neat, curling script.

Titania climbed out of the car, smoothing her hands over her jeans as she made her way up the steps. The second she pushed open the door, a wave of warm, spiced air wrapped around her, carrying the scent of burning incense and something earthy, something older than the space itself.

The room was dimly lit, the walls lined with shelves filled with candles, crystals, and small trinkets. In the center of the room sat a circular table covered in a deep purple cloth, and behind it, a woman with piercing dark eyes and silver-threaded locs watched her with an unreadable expression.

“You’ve been searching for something,” the woman said before Titania could introduce herself.

Titania swallowed, glancing toward the empty chair. “Can you help me?”

The woman—Madame V—gestured for her to sit.

Titania lowered herself into the chair, her fingers twisting in her lap. She had no idea what to ask, no idea where to start. But the moment she looked up, Madame V tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as if she was seeing something beneath Titania’s skin.

"You’ve touched something you shouldn’t have," she murmured.

Titania’s stomach tightened. "What?"

Madame V reached for a deck of tarot cards, shuffling them between her fingers with practiced ease. "There’s something woven into your fate now, something unnatural. A choice made. A price yet to be paid."

Titania’s throat felt tight. She didn’t know why, but she didn’t want to hear the answer. She thought about standing up, about leaving before this conversation could go any further, but something kept her rooted to the chair.

Madame V laid out the first card. The Lovers.

Titania let out a shaky breath. Love. Desire. A choice.

Madame V laid down the second card. The Devil.

Her pulse skipped.

Obsession. Power. Control.

The third card. The Tower.

Titania’s stomach dropped.

The Tower. Upheaval. Destruction. The undoing of everything.

Titania blinked, her fingers curling against her thighs.

Madame V studied the spread for a long moment, then lifted her gaze to Titania, expression unreadable. "You wanted love."

Titania swallowed. "Yes."

Madame V tapped a finger against The Devil card. "And now you have it."

A chill ran through her.

"You got what you asked for," Madame V continued, her voice calm, measured. "But love is never free. It always demands something in return."

Titania tried to steady her breath. "What does that mean?"

Madame V’s eyes flickered toward the cards again, her brow furrowing slightly. "There are two paths before you. One leads to the man you desired, the one who holds you now." She tapped the first card.

Titania felt a pit form in her stomach. "And the other?"

Madame V flipped over a fourth card without hesitation.

Titania’s breath stalled. The Moon.

Illusions. Secrets. Temptation.

Madame V exhaled, watching Titania closely. "The other leads to the man who will test your fate."

A cold wave of understanding washed over her. She didn’t need a name. She already knew.

Roman.

Her mind flashed back to the moments she had spent watching him, the way his presence demanded attention without effort. The way her heart had stuttered the first time she had seen him, even before she had touched the typewriter.

Was this always going to happen? Had she written this, too?

Madame V leaned forward slightly, her eyes dark and knowing. "Be careful what you ask for," she warned. "The desires of the heart are often a want not a need. The heart can be a prison. And you’ll build that prison with your bare hands if you don’t take heed of the difference between the two.”

Titania sat frozen, her fingers digging into her lap. She had come here for answers. Instead, she left with a warning.

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Titania hadn’t slept. She had left Madame V’s shop with a heaviness in her chest that refused to go away, her mind spinning with everything the woman had said. The cards, the warnings, the implication that she had trapped herself in something she could no longer control. The heart can be a prison. The words echoed in her skull long after she had gotten back home, and when she finally collapsed into bed, she lay awake staring at the ceiling, feeling Jey’s absence more acutely than she ever had before.

She had wanted love. That much was true. But now she was starting to wonder if she had given up too much of herself in the process. Had the typewriter brought her everything she asked for, or had it twisted her words into something she no longer recognized? The thought made her stomach turn, and for the first time in a long time, she wished she could talk to someone who wasn’t tangled in the reality she had created.

The next morning, she picked up her phone and called Mia.

It rang a few times before her best friend’s familiar voice filled the line, bright and easy. "Tee! You finally crawling out of your love nest to call me?"

Titania let out a small laugh, but it felt hollow. "Something like that."

Mia sighed dramatically. "Girl, I was starting to think you forgot about me again. How’s everything? Jey still spoiling you rotten?"

Titania hesitated. Mia only knew the version of Jey that Titania had written for her—the charming, affectionate man who adored her, the one Mia had no reason to think was anything but perfect. If she told the truth now, would Mia even believe her?

"Yeah," she said finally, forcing her voice to stay light. "He’s… definitely something."

Mia laughed. "I bet. You’ve been on cloud nine ever since y’all got together. What’s up, though? You sound off."

Titania exhaled, leaning back against the couch. "I just—I needed to talk to you about something. Jey wants to move. To Florida."

Mia hummed thoughtfully. "I mean… that makes sense, right? His family’s there, and you work from home. You don’t sound excited about it, though."

Titania swallowed, gripping the phone tighter. "It’s just happening really fast. Like, I barely had time to process it before he started making plans. He already bought the house."

Mia let out a low whistle. "Damn. He really locked you down, huh?"

Titania didn’t respond. She couldn’t.

"But honestly, Tee, maybe a change of scenery is what you need," Mia continued. "You’ve been in the same place for so long. Maybe moving with down there with Jey is the start of something good."

Titania closed her eyes. The problem was, she wasn’t sure this had ever been her choice to begin with.

Mia was still talking, but Titania’s mind was already drifting. Florida. Her family was in Atlanta, only a few hours away, which meant she’d be closer to them. That should have reassured her, should have made the move feel easier. But when she thought about Florida, her mind didn’t go to her parents or her siblings.

It went to Roman.

Her stomach knotted at the thought, and she shook her head, trying to push it away. But the feeling lingered, a quiet pull, like a thread being tugged loose. The fortune teller’s words crawled back into her mind. The other leads to the man who will test your fate. She had said it like it was inevitable, like no matter what Titania did, she would end up standing at some kind of crossroads.

Her pulse quickened, and she sat up, rubbing her hands over her face. She needed to stop. Needed to focus on what mattered. She was with Jey. They had a future together. This was what she had wanted.

She wasn’t going to fight fate anymore.

That night, after tossing and turning for hours, Titania got out of bed and walked toward the spare room, her fingers trembling slightly as she turned on the lamp. The typewriter sat there, waiting, as if it had known she would come back to it. She stared at the blank page, heart pounding, then slowly reached for the keys.

Her fingers hovered over them for a moment before she started to type.

"Titania was happy. Happy with the move, happy with Jey, happy with whatever came next."

She sat back, staring at the words. It was done. But as she sat there, something inside her twisted uncomfortably. It should have been simple. It should have felt like relief.

Instead, all she felt was the creeping, nauseating certainty that happiness was never as simple as it seemed. And that somehow, some way, this was only the beginning of something… something she couldn’t undo.

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[thepurplebow]

What if grian found the egg from the dsmp?

Unfiltered(?) And solid black lineart:

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

[optiwashere]

Huh, I didn't even realize it'd been a year since BG3 came out until I opened tumblr this morning. Kinda wild. I didn't think much of the game's release: I like Larian's games, and I like the BG series. I wasn't ever going to skip the game, but I didn't think I'd play it at launch because I was busy working on a novel in 2023 and not doing well financially.

Thankfully, circumstances left me with a little bit of extra money last year just before launch and it meant I could spend on a video game. I needed a pick-me-up after said 2023 novel failed to go anywhere, and BG3 was right there. Like most CRPGs, I played it in basically every moment of free time that I had and did as much as I possibly could in one playthrough.

It's so odd how these small happenstances can snowball into coming back to fandom, finding some friends I might've never met otherwise, and writing a lot of fanfiction along the way. I'll probably have something more interesting to say/share when it's the 14th, AKA when I sat down and wrote my first fic for this fandom.

Anyways, it's been a lot of fun and I'm looking forward to more years to come 💜

[undertheredhood]

idc what anyone says but most of the false rumours spread about shen jiu are probably that man's biggest source of entertainment.

[godblooded]

just an fyi, and it feels like it needs to be said here: your blog is your own space and you should be able to say whatever the fuck you want. if you’re sad? vent. get sad. maybe put it under a cut, definitely tag it, but get sad. if you feel like you need someone to talk to? drop a freaking message about how you’re feeling like you could use a buddy, or anything randomly engaging. if you’re having a hard time, you should feel safe and okay to talk about it in your own space. we’re writers and we’re people and while there’s a lot to be said for how engagement outside of oneself is necessary in rp (and really really needs to improve), i think there’s a lot that must be said about people reaching out to others. it’s become so solitary here — the whole ‘reblog from source’ thing when it comes to shit like about and musings is absurd. the whole refusing to like things is ridiculous. yes, curate your space, that’s important, but curating your space into a studio apartment only you live in doesn’t make this a community anymore, it makes it a studio apartment you live in.

just be yourself here. do whatever you want. but i’m always saying: remember you’re not alone, and don’t let yourself feel that way.

[ginkovskij]

gin, we need your critical opinion about megalopolis. was it really that bad?

i mean.

is it unwatchable? no. but also it is not good for sure. would love for it to be a case of "so bad it circles back being somehow good", but unfortunately no, becasue in order to achieve such a thing coppola should have gone camp and embraced the style instead of taking himself too seriously.

there are. ideas. that considered by themselves sort of make sense if you are desperate to find sense in this insanity of a movie, but whether within or without context for the large part they remain disjointed. and are anyway very cringe at core. i don't know how to put it kindly but the script just sucks. and choices were made.

[msue0027]

Why couldn’t I get into something normal, or at least something with consistent canon? Now I am digging into depths of Whoniverse (and we all know the canon doesn’t exist (it is what you want it to be (a bit like Schrödinger’s canon: it both exists and does not, and a bit like a Young Experiment, different when observed, and in 3 places at the same time))); and I am studying Arthurian legends – where every source gives you different facts. And I’m trying to make sense out of it. And create for those universes. It’s fun. And the greatest torture.

[zytes]

I had this one leftover orange image that didn’t really vibe with the rest of the set; the more oblique, hard-silhouetted lines were just more satisfying when shown alongside the rest of that mix — and this one is more unreal-feeling than the rest, as if cooked until slightly radioactive. another user pointed out in their tags that the prev set reminded them of Blur’s self titled record. I’m biased here, but I’m inclined to agree. album art warm af; also I’m a big fan of haunted organ music - and Blur never ceases to deliver in that regard, as long as you disregard their entire discography aside from the singular track above

[lady-tortilla-chip]

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[singeryuri]

so y'know how ti.ll was forced to sing my clematis. i thought about jarek getting forced to sing one of iv.an's songs. currently swimming in my own tears