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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 27

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Pairing: Abel Morales x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Oral sex; piv; infidelity

You should feel bad about it.

Well—you should feel worse about it. You can’t pretend there isn’t a nagging little apologetic part of you that bubbles at the sight of his wedding ring.

And then Anna will bark some order at him, or give a passive aggressive order with a thin smile, and that nagging, apologetic part goes quiet.

He takes his ring off when he’s with you. You’ve never asked him to. You think that he may just need to, for himself. He tugs it from his finger as he walks into your apartment, dropping it into the same bowl that you keep your keys in. From there, his shoulders sag a touch, as if he’s removed his worries, his fears. You raise your hands, sliding your hands over his biceps and up to his shoulders as he cuddles up close, pressing his face into your neck. You smile, smoothing your hands over his shoulders.

“Would you like a drink?” You murmur. He nods. You begin to pull away, but before you can get far, Abel takes tender hold of your jaw, drawing you in for a sweet kiss. Your stomach flutters with the touch, and you peck his lips in turn before you finally draw away. You watch Abel out of the corner of your eye as you get drinks for the two of you. He shrugs his jacket off, tossing it over the back of the couch before he raises his hand, loosening his tie.

You walk back to him, holding a glass out for him. He murmurs his thanks, lowering himself onto the couch with a soft oof and raising the glass to his lips. You sit close to him, absently fixing his ruffled collar and smoothing his tie. Typically, neither of you speak much. You have so little in common outside of work, and he comes to you to get away from his work and his home life. The only things you have in common are the scotch you give him, and the time you spend in your bed.

Abel tips his head toward you. You can feel his gaze wandering your face. You can’t fathom what he’s thinking—if it's about you, or his day, or what he faces when he goes home that night. You meet his eyes, arching a brow, and smiling as you each seem to draw one another from their thoughts.

“You finished?” He asks, nodding to your untouched drink.

When you started this, the two of you were charged with an almost frantic passion. You shoved at waistbands, popped shirt buttons, fumbled with belts.

Now, Abel guides with you more deeply into your room with a steady hand and stride, his lips hardly leaving yours. You work at his button down with ease and patience, opening one after the other. Abel dips his head, dropping kisses to your neck as you push his shirt away. You raise your hands, cupping his cheeks and drawing him up for a kiss. He groans softly, tongue slipping between your lips. You let him steer you back toward your bed. You sit down, grasping his belt and undoing it. Abel’s fingers slide tenderly over your head, stroking gently. You gaze up at him, licking your lips as Abel shrugs his shirt off, shifting just a touch to hang it over the bedpost. It keeps from getting wrinkled that way.

You’re both old hands at this. Neither of you will have the patience to iron a wrinkled shirt after your dalliance, and he can't go back to her wrinkled. You smooth your hands over his thighs, giving them a squeeze before you push down his pants and underwear. You lean back just enough to let him push them down and away before you take him in hand.

You lean in, peppering his belly with kisses as you work him over. You revel in the feeling of his hardening cock in your hand. You trail your kisses lower, over the thatch of pubes before you turn your head, brushing them along his swelling shaft. You smile as you feel him twitch against your lips. You glance up at Abel again, your giddiness swelling as he swallows thickly. His hand slides down to grasp at the back of your neck, giving it a light nudge.

You can’t help but smile. He doesn’t always like to lead, but at the same time, he wants what he wants. You want to give it to him. Abel draws a deep breath in as you take his cockhead into your mouth. You take your time pleasuring him. He’s had a hellish couple of weeks. The expansion to the secondary location has been wreaking havoc—on his time, his sleep, his sanity. You’ve hardly had a chance to see him in the last two weeks.

Abel presses his hips forward, and you go still, letting Abel fuck your mouth as he likes. You breath through your nose, tongue swiping along the underside of his cock, moaning softly as his thrusts become a touch more desperate. He tips his head back, fingers tightening around you as his cock hits the back of your throat. He holds you steady, only letting go when you tug your head back against his hand. He peers down at you with parted lips, tongue swiping along your lower lip. You think he may just cum like this, but he reaches down, nudging you back against the bed. You kneel up on the mattress, tugging your dress up and off over your head before reaching back to undo your bra. You don’t bother to hang it anywhere as carefully as he has.

Abel’s fire seems to come back to him as he slides his hands around the backs of your thighs, tipping you back onto the sheets. His hands scrabble at your underwear, yanking and pulling them away, flinging them over his shoulders.

Sometimes, you think that he must've been like this with Anna, once. Surely he was—though you do also wonder if it was marriage of convenience. He wanted power, success. She wanted a higher social position.

Your thoughts are cut off when you feel Abel suck a hot kiss to your pussy. You shiver, sliding a hand through his hair and curling your fingers in his hair. You push your hips down against his mouth and fingers as he eases them into you.

“Fuck, Abel,” You breathe, peering down at him. He grunts, tipping his head up to nuzzle against your cunt. Your thighs twitch around his shoulders, tensing as he suckles your clit, curling his fingers toward himself. Tonight, Abel takes his time with you, too. He licks and laps over your cunt, eyes slipping closed as you ease your hips against him. Abel lets you lead him as he led you.

“Abel,” You urge finally, giving his head a tug, “C’mon, please.”

“Please what?”

His lips curl into a teasing smile as he lifts his head to get a good look at you—at your pleading eyes, and panting, bite-plumped lips.

“Fuck me?” Your plying is soft, and met with a smile. He pushes himself up, gently drawing his fingers back from you. You lean over to your bedside table, fishing through it for a condom. You lean back, opening the crinkling packet and sitting up. Abel grasps your jaw, tipping your head up and kissing you fervently as you roll the condom on. The two of you share a groan at the taste and slickness on one another’s lips.

He grasps your thigh, drawing it up as he presses into you. Your fingers tighten around his shoulders, and you have to take care not to dig your nails into his shoulders. You can’t leave him with any dents, any scratches, any hickies.

That doesn’t mean he can’t leave them on you.

Abel lowers his head to your collarbone, nipping and laying a suck over the stinging skin. You whimper, grinding up against him as he leaves your skin. You imagine going into the office tomorrow with a shirt that’s so deeply unbuttoned that it’s hardly acceptable, showing off the marks that he loves to grace your neck and chest with. Abel's fingers grip you tightly as his thrusts pick up speed—so tightly that you know they’ll bruise.

You want to show those off, too.

You don’t ask if he’ll stay. You now he can’t—and even if he could, he likely wouldn’t. You don’t watch as he walks around the room, as he gathers his clothing and redresses. You just lay in bed, already beginning to drift off to sleep. You know that you should get up and clean up, and see him out. You don’t move a muscle.

You open your eyes, blinking up at him sleepily as he presses a kiss to your forehead. You tip your chin up, catching his cheek and holding him steady to give him a kiss. Abel leans into it, humming softly before he draws back a touch, resting his forehead against yours. You nudge your nose against his, lowering your had to straighten his tie before giving his cheek another pat to send him on his way. He goes, though you feel him stopping to look at you from your doorway. You tip your head to the side, catching his eye, your brow furrowing. Has he forgotten something?

And then Abel gives the door frame a light knock, gives you a smile, and goes on his way.

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I’m now including Nero and Tara in my SoA preferences. Let me know if you want anyone else added xx p.s. it’s also really hard to sort them into Hogwarts Houses when they’re literally outlaws and would do anything for the club

Warnings: mentions of death, guns, blood and swears

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𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝐉𝐚𝐱

🌿ENTP 🍁Gryffindor (in Season 7 you could say he’s a Slytherin) 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Leo Sun, Gemini Moon, Aries Rising

・Jax would be best suited to someone who can handle the outlaw life. Someone who doesn’t care about breaking the law.

・What went wrong with Tara was that she couldn’t fully accept it (no judgement, as it’s very violent and different from the norm). She wanted Jax, and her sons, but they were too integrated in the club

・Jax’s perfect match is someone who is just as badass as he is; fierce, brave but also open-minded. That’s why air and fire signs are his best matches.

・His feelings are a big part of Jax - he journals, and eventually writes down advice for Abel and Thomas. He would need someone who respects that side of him, who doesn’t see it as unmanly (it’s not unmanly anyway).

・Jax would love to stop and have deep, meaningful conversations with his s/o.

・ He’d also need a person who can look after his sons. Even though he’s one of the more progressive Sons, ultimately he wants a partner that can look after his sons.

・The zodiac signs that would work best are: Aries, Gemini, Libra, Sagittarius, and Aquarius

・In MBTI terms: most compatible with IJ types- meaning INTJ, INFJ, ISTJ, and ISFJ

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:

Enemies to Lovers

Sun (Jax) x Moon (You)

Insane Sexual Tension

𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐞

🌿ISFP 🍁Hufflepuff 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Taurus Sun, Capricorn Moon, Libra Rising

・Opie’s perfect match is someone who is loyal, humble and trustworthy.

・Probably another Hufflepuff would be the best suited for him. And someone with a chaotic good alignment.

・Although he’s dedicated to the club, he still has a moral compass and doesn’t want to go too far

・Opie is also set on making his family bigger, so a person who is family focused would be important

・ The zodiac signs that would work best are: Taurus, Cancer, Virgo, Scorpio, and Capricorn. Practical, reasonable, intuitive and hard-working.

・In MBTI terms: most compatible with EJ types- meaning ENTJ, ENFJ, ESTJ, and ESFJ

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:

Height Difference

Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside x The Top

Innocent x Protective (Feels A Moral Sense Of Obligation)

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬

🌿ESFJ 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Capricorn Sun, Gemini Moon, Leo Rising

・Chibs would be best suited to someone who is emotionally mature and independent. A person who can survive being days apart.

・Would work with someone who can be pragmatic but also imaginative. Probably another Ravenclaw or even a Slytherin. Chibs needs a person who is okay with doing what needs to be done for the cause/the club

・He’d love someone who is interested in Scottish/Celtic culture

・Although Chibs would love feeling wanted, he’d be so impressed by a s/o who can defend themselves. Someone badass, and intense

・The zodiac signs that would work best are: the other earth signs - Taurus, Virgo as well as the water signs - Cancer, Pisces, and/or Scorpio

・In MBTI terms: compatible with fellow SJ types - ISFJ, ESFJ, ENTP, INTP

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:

You Confessed Your Love When Thinking He Was Unconscious

Tragic Past x Ray of Light

The sarcastic duo that can finish each other's insults

𝐓𝐢𝐠

🌿ESTP 🍁Gryffindor 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Gemini Sun, Scorpio Moon, Gemini Rising

・Definitely best matched with someone who has a sense of humour and an open mind

・The person definitely needs to be chaotic neutral. I think he’d love it if his partner was even chaotic evil - he’d find that really sexy

・Tig loves being told what to do, and wouldn’t care if his s/o was domineering

・And would love being able to make his s/o laugh. That would be an important part of the relationship - the banter

・The zodiac signs that would work best are: Aries, Sagittarius, Aquarius, Leo, and Cancer. Fierce, adventurous, exciting and sensitive.

・In MBTI terms, someone with: ISFJ, or ISTJ.

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:

Teases Them (Tig) x About To End Them (You)

Isn't Scared of Anything (Tig) x Worries About Everything (You)

The idiot number 1 and idiot number 2 who are smarter individually but share 1 (one) brain cell when put together (can argue that Tig already has 1 braincell, but I think he’s smart at times...)

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲

🌿ISTJ 🍁Hufflepuff 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Scorpio Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Capricorn Rising

・Happy’s perfect match would be someone who is family oriented. And not just in terms of the club.

・He needs someone who will get along with his family, who will come to family dinners and prioritise family life over anything else

・I know it’s a bit of a paradox having Hufflepuff and chaotic neutral - however Happy is all about brotherhood, loyalty, laying down his life for his family. And he would do anything to keep his family/the club safe. He’s a soldier who will carry out his orders without question

・Would do well with someone who knows what they want and won’t be told what to do.

・ The zodiac signs that would work best are: Taurus, Cancer, Capricorn, Pisces and Virgo. Loving, stubborn, stands up for what they believe in.

・In MBTI terms, someone with: ENFP, ISTJ, or ESTJ

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:

They probably hate me (You) x Deeply, passionately in love … is terrible at showing it (Happy)

Opposites Attract

Plant Dies (You) x Buys Them A New One (Happy)

𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞

🌿INTP 🍁Gryffindor although that could be debated 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Pisces Sun, Libra Moon, Aquarius Rising

・The best type of person for Juice is someone who is nurturing. Who makes him feel seen, heard and loved.

・He’s probably the most sensitive out of the Sons, meaning he needs someone who is attentive.

・You know those hidden things that people love? Having soft teddies, blankies, maybe collecting weird things - Juice would totally be okay with that. He’d even get into it too - but you’d have to be okay with how organised he is. His organisation could be seen as OCD

・To create a great relationship with Juice you would need to be open, communicative and sensitive. If you’re judgemental then it wouldn’t work. But I think Juice would totally be okay with a bossy s/o

・ The zodiac signs that would work best are: Taurus, Cancer, Scorpio, Capricorn and/or Leo. Creative, sensual and enthusiastic.

・In MBTI terms: ENTJ, or ESTJ

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:

Always bringing them rocks they think they’d like (You) x Keeps the rocks (Juice)

The Gomez (Juice) and Morticia Addams (You)

Emotional Support Animal In Human Form

𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐨

🌿INFJ 🍁Gryffindor 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Aries Sun, Gemini Moon, Taurus Rising

・Nero’s best match would be someone who is intuitive, passionate, loving and intense.

・He’s quite an independent person, someone who handles his sh*t, rather than being overwhelmed by it

・Nero has a good heart, and doesn’t like brutality. He wants to give his son the best life he can. Like a parallel to Jax, except Nero is set on leaving the life of gangsters and clubs

・The zodiac signs that would work best are: Libra (sometimes, opposites attract), Sagittarius, and Leo (fellow fire signs will speak their same passionate language)

・In MBTI terms, someone with: EP types- meaning ENTP, ENFP, ESTP, and ESFP

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:

Two damaged, vulnerable people swearing to protect each other no matter what

Confident & Flirty (Nero) x Screaming Internally (You)

Great At Driving, Could Be Considered A Professional (Nero) x Drives Like They Have Nine Lives (You)

𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚

🌿ISFJ 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Virgo Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Cancer Rising

・Someone who is stable and makes her feel safe

・Tara needs to be respected and included

・She would have advanced so far in her career if she didn’t have to look after Abel, and then Thomas (again, no judgement). So having a s/o who supports her rather than having to do the majority of the supporting, would be a fresh and amazing feeling for Tara

・She would do well with a person who is committed to their work, who is grounded and down to earth

・Tara needs to feel like she belongs, and that the person she’s with is completely loyal to her. Cheating is a deal breaker.

・She needs a person who wants a long-term relationship, rather than a fling

・Would need to be in a relationship with someone who is more open-minded than traditional. Although there’s nothing wrong with being a housewife (only if you want that!!!), but being forced into that role stopped her progression.

・The zodiac signs that would work best are: most compatible with EP types- meaning INFJ, ENFP, ISTJ, and ESFP

・In MBTI terms, someone with: Scorpio, Capricorn, Taurus, or Cancer. Grounded, perceptive, balanced and/or sensitive.

・The character tropes with her s/o would be:

Are they friends? Are they lovers? Who cares they’re happy and adorable together

Aggressively Supportive Of Each Other

Looks Like A Softie, But Can Kill You (Tara) x Looks Like They Can Kill You, But Is A Major Sofite (You)

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apenitentialprayer · 1 month

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[Christ's] prayer to God was pure, His alone out of all mankind, for in the midst of His suffering He prayed for His persecutors: Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing [Luke 23:34]. Is it possible to offer, or even to imagine, a purer kind of prayer than that which shows mercy to one's torturers by making intercession for them? […] Paul speaks of the sprinkled blood that calls out more eloquently than Abel's [Hebrews 12:24]. Of Abel's blood Scripture had written: The voice of your brother's blood cries out to Me from the earth [Genesis 4:10]. The blood of Jesus calls out more eloquently than Abel's, for the blood of Abel asked for the death of Cain the fratricide, while the blood of the Lord has asked for, and obtained, life for His persecutors.

Pope Gregory the Great, Moral Reflections on Job (13.25, 26)

The dropping of His blood is as the music of heaven to the penitent sons of the earth. We are full of sin, but the Saviour bids us lift our eyes to Him, and as we gaze upon His streaming wounds each drop of blood, as it falls, cries "It is finished; I have made an end to sin; I have brought in everlasting righteousness." Oh! Sweet language of the Precious Blood of Jesus!

Charles Spurgeon

#Christianity #Catholicism #Precious Blood #Pope Gregory the Great #Cain and Abel #Jesus Christ #hatred #revenge #love #forgiveness #Gospel of Luke #Genesis #Letter to the Hebrews #Holy Wounds #Good Friday

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yieldfruit · 6 months

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Recently we have seen in the Middle East what is the purest form of Islam. The leader of Hamas is not some guy in a cave, he is a man wearing a grey suit and he hops on a video and says that it is Allah's wish that what happened in Israel will happen to all of the infidels all over the world.

The stage and the theater of attention in our world is not Finland, it's not Norway, it's not Thailand, it's always been and always will be what's happening in the Middle East because that is the land of Genesis, Genesis meaning "beginning" and that is where everything began, that is where everything is focused right now, and that is where everything will end in the battle of Armageddon which is modern day northern Israel. The world's events around us consistently propel us and catapult us into the land of the Bible. What you are witnessing in our culture is the testimony of the fact that man is not basically good, man is basically and fundamentally evil. In Genesis chapter 3 sin enters the world and in Genesis chapter 4 you have the first murder; Cain kills his own brother, Abel. Men have been murderers from the beginning and they have been restrained by law and by standards of morality that have been imposed on them.

In the beginning God places his people in this rich land between the Tigris and the Euphrates rivers and that is the land called Mesopotamia which is modern day The Middle East. God promised this land to Abraham and his descendants and Abraham messed up this promise in a way when instead of trusting that God would give him a son through his wife Sarah, he slept with Hagar and now the battle that takes place in our modern world is a battle between two former sons of Abraham: Isaac and Ishmael. The sons of Ishmael represent the Arabic world; the sons of Isaac, consequently the sons of Jacob, are the sons of Israel. The sons of Ishmael were unified by a common religion in the 7th century BC under the leadership of Mohammad, the greatest Muslim prophet. And now the hundreds of millions of people that live in the Arab states all hate with a passion and are intent on killing the people of Israel. It's a land mass of Israel that is the size of New Jersey with a Jewish population roughly the size of the greater Phoenix area, but it dominates the media.

All false religions are bad, but Islam may be amongst the worst and most powerful because it perverts the nature and person of Jesus Christ. Islam believes Jesus was a mighty prophet, subject and submissive to Mohammad and he did not die on the cross, he did not die at all, he was taken up to Heaven like Elijah. In the Muslim faith there is no assurance of salvation, but there is a single way you can know for sure you are going to Heaven and do you know what it is? To die in jihad. The only way you can know for sure you are going to heaven if you are a Muslim if you are killed in action, is slaying the infidels. When men die in jihad, as you can imagine there are no shortage of volunteers in a religious worldview like this, when men die in jihad they go immediately to paradise and it says in the Quran that when they are there in paradise they are greeted by 72 beautiful virgins of whom they have eternal sex with. That is the promise to 11-year-old's growing up in the Gaza strip; if you grow up and you blow up Jews and Christians you will enter heaven and be greeted by your own harem of virgins. All non-believers in Mohammad are infidels, but in the Muslim faith, the little Satan they call is Israel. And do you know who the great Satan is? America, because we protect and stand behind Israel. One Muslim on the voice of Palestine radio says, "The Muslim loves death and martyrdom just as you Jews love life."

There is a great difference between he who loves the afterlife and he who loves the world, and the Muslim loves death and seeks martyrdom. One boy after 9/11 is recorded, his name was Ahmad, and he was going to a school on the Gaza Strip and he says this to reporters, "I will make my body a bomb that will blast the flesh of Zionists, the sons of pigs and monkeys, I will tear their bodies into little pieces and cause them more pain than they will ever know." He is 11-years-old and his classmates respond and say, "Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar," god is great. And the teacher says, "May the virgins give you pleasure."

The Quran has 123 verses that call for fighting and killing anyone who does not agree with this statement, "There is no god but Allah and Mohammad is his prophet." Quran Surah 5:33 says about infidels, "They shall be slain or crucified or have their hands and feet cut off"; Surah 9:5 says "Slay the infidels wherever you find them and lie in wait for them and establish every stratagem of war against them"; Surah 47:4-9 promises paradise to whoever cuts off the head of an infidel. Sometimes we call this radical Islam, I want you to understand this is just Islam. That's just what they believe. It's not a peaceful religion. It's a religion at its very core, the first thing Mohammad does, is slaughter all the infidels. It's those who walk in the ways of Mohammad that subscribe to this thinking. You don't just have a different belief system than them if you're a Christian, you're their enemy. And they are commanded by god to fill the rivers red with the blood of infidels. Hamas, or I would say obedient Muslims, could be described as merciless, heartless, violent, wicked, evil, lovers of pleasure.

Jonny Arvadanis

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maxwell-grant · 6 months

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Reading you post about Seth made me imagine a world where Ryu winds up taking Seth on as a student. I thought Ryu's journey to overcome the Satsui no Hado could give him insight on how to help Seth overcome their own hatred, and meta-textually, becoming the main character student is about as far from trying to be the final boss that you can be

Hmm, you know, that is frankly pretty damn inspired and I don't think it's something we've ever really seen before in a fighting game, a former final boss getting kicked so far down the ladder that they wind up being the main character's student. It's the kind of sheer indignity and downgrade that would destroy most villains, but also, you can't destroy or make Seth less dignified than they already are, and their SFV story opens up a number of possibilities to take them afterwards if brought back. There's even some existing parallels between Seth and Akuma that could be worked into this, and Seth's already dropped out of official villain status enough to not be missed as one.

Main issue I have with this though is that "Final Boss gets beaten by Ryu, changes himself to become more like Ryu, and becomes a redeemed pseudo-ally to Ryu while still being plenty intimidating and arrogant to stay in in-character and remind you they used to be a Final Boss" is already very much Sagat's thing and you are never, ever, on your best day, not coming up short next to Sagat. Honestly even Akuma started heading there a bit in V. And it works for them because their appeal as characters isn't really mandated by them remaining full-on villains, they are cool badasses who get to sit in more morally grey clubs. Seth's humiliated and tragic aspect is what sets them apart from all the other main villains and I wouldn't want to see it done away with, but you can't really have them stay static, especially with 6 being serious about developing and pushing all of the characters forward in a way the series never really did before.

I've never been super in love with the idea of Ryu sitting down and training a new character to take his place, part of why I'm glad that Sakura turned out the way she did and that both her and Ryu were freed from the burden of the most tired story idea you could possibly think of with them. But there is a world of difference between "Ryu mentors a rookie who looks up to him into a new fighter because, idk he's just nice like that", and "Ryu has to mentor a monster that once tried to kill him and lay waste to the world with his exact power, to help them as he was helped and try to stop them from being consumed by hatred just as he once was". The former is just, eh, you can get a decent version of that by playing World Tour, but the latter, well, there's a pitch there, there's stakes, there's a story worth telling.

Ryu putting himself on the line, abdicating from his journey, possibly getting on really bad terms with people he knows (Is Chun-Li gonna be okay with this after all the work she put into destroying Shadaloo for good? what about Ken, who's JUST had his life ruined to shit by Shadaloo leftovers, how's he gonna feel? At minimum he's gonna have C.Viper and Juri and Abel and Guile on his ass 24/7 because they are not letting this pass), to stop the Shadaloo-Satsui cycles of violence and help a victim of them who can't be trusted, but also can't get up on their own and has no one even trying to save them, no one. Ryu had Ken, he had friends, he has Sagat to eternally remind him of the consequences and push him to be a better man, he had Dhalsim, he had Gouken (which I think was too much, old man should have stayed dead, not a single story in the franchise wouldn't be better served by Gouken staying dead), in the manga he even had Birdie and I like that so it happened shut up, where as Seth has nothing and no one other than people who tried to use them, and people who very justifiably think Seth needs to stay dead and only endangers others by being alive.

Nobody on the planet is gonna think Seth is remotely worth the effort of saving, except for Ryu, who wouldn't wish what they're going through even on his worst enemy. There's like an interesting tension here, of whether Ryu is doing something incredibly stupid because he doesn't understand firsthand what Shadaloo scum are actually like and is just empowering a monster to kill them all eventually (something that Guile would probably say to him), whether he's just trying to help someone the way he wishes he'd been helped and not thinking about the risk, whether he's actually being very practical because redeeming Seth is a net positive for humanity that only he can achieve (well really it should be Dhalsim and Gouken's jobs but, they can't be fucked), how much of this is him acting from pure kindness versus a pragmatic understanding that he is in a position to stop the next Akuma or Bison from forming even if no one is gonna help him do it, the toil it takes on him, and so on.

Again, there's a story here. Not sure if I'd want this like, canonically, but there's something really good here. That could be as good a justification as there ever was for a story to remind us why Ryu is the Hero even when they're not actively at the center of things.

#replies tag #street fighter #fighting games #ryu #sf ryu #sagat #seth #capcom

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The Blue Castle, chapter 9

Love the foreshadowing here: a little retrospective opens the chapter, letting us know that Valancy's conduct at the dinner party is going to be "outrageous"--at least by Stirling standards.

Which is perfectly calibrated by a montage of the innocuous actions Valancy does leading up to said party--morally-neutral assertions of Valancy's own agency which no one but the micromanaging, narcissistic Stirlings could ever object to. Moving her bed! Not wearing a particular brooch! Going by her full name (given to her by these people, even) instead of a nickname!

This list of Valancy's rebellions is my favorite bit so far, and one of the most enjoyable paragraphs in the book, in my opinion.

I'm not entirely sure how to score it when a Stirling berates Valancy but she doesn't care and/or scores a hit in return. In spirit, I think it should could, but in effect, if it's no longer making Valancy miserable, should it be ranked alongside things that have hurt her?

Erring on the side of counting it, so Cousin Stickles gets -1 for "rebuking" Valancy for reading, but a rare +1 for not revealing the banister episode (even if her motivation is not for Valancy's sake).

And -2 for Mrs. Stirling with the argument about church, and the "resorted to tears" language suggesting intentional manipulation.

Really angry again, learning that even this shabby-genteel household can contrive to afford a birthday dinner for Cousin Stickles and an anniversary dinner for Mrs. Stirling, but (as shown in the text) does absolutely nothing for Valancy's birthday, not even a kind word from her mother. I can sort of see where the Aunt & Uncle Wellington engagement might be the complicating factor (we can't alienate them! we're already seeing the whole family that day, so there's no need for a separate event for Valancy! and it's cheaper! she doesn't have any friends anyway!). It also struck me that Amelia Wansburra and Frederick Stirling were probably only married for a couple of years. We don't know how long elapsed between their marriage and Valancy's birth, but judging from his brother Wellington getting engaged 30 years ago and having a daughter who's 28, I suspect that Valancy showed up no more than a year or two after her parents married. The other solid dating evidence we have is Herbert and Alberta having married 25 years before (I assume one of them is a sibling to Frederick, since they are part of the Stirling family and get Aunt/Uncle titles from Valancy--using "Cousin Georgiana" and "Cousin [Christine] Stickles indicates that aunt/uncle aren't uniformly used for members of the older generation, which I take to mean all of the "Aunts" and "Uncles" are Valancy's parents' siblings/-in-law.)

Aunt Isabel gets -1 for the "Valancy doesn't look in colors" dictum [wtf?], though I suspect that Mrs. Stirling and probably Cousin Stickles had a lot to do with enforcing this on Valancy's wardrobe. The remark about 'tacitly dropping the color white' suggests this started many, many years ago, when Valancy was still a child or at most a very young teen.

Roaring Abel makes an appearance! I like how's basically shown as the anti-Stirling, though I don't care for Valancy asserting that he doesn't have an imagination. Maybe he is a very concrete person, but does she really know him well enough to make that judgement?

Score board: Aunt Isabel has dropped from the third-place tie (-1) with Cousins Betty and Gladys to the sixth (-2) with Uncle James and young Byron Stirling. Details below the cut

Mrs. Stirling: -36

Cousin Stickles: -11

Uncle Benjamin: -5

Aunt Wellington: -5

Uncle Wellington: -4

Olive: -3

Uncle James: -2

Byron Stirling: -2

Aunt Isabel: -2

Uncle Herbert: -1

Cousin Betty: -1

Cousin Gladys: -1

Aunt Mildred: 0

Cousin Georgiana: 1

#the blue castle #blue castle book club

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6.) speaking of tv adaptations, why would yours get cancelled? (other than capitalism); 9.) if your story got a video game adaptation/spin off, what would it be like?; 13.) how long have you been working on this project? what has changed from the outset? 16.) imagine the entire story takes place but in the meantime the characters all also have tumblr. what kind of (terrible) tumblr posts would happen?; 18.) what aspect of the story would get you #canceled on twitter?

6.) speaking of tv adaptations, why would yours get cancelled? (other than capitalism)

I THINK BECAUSE IT GETS TOO DARK FHSDJKFSDFKJDSF like without giving the reason of "oh theres a lot of queer characters" or smtn similar, i think ferrymen would get pulled off air bc i dont pull punches with it's subject matter. that could absolutely be my bias though bc honestly in the grand scheme of things ferrymen is pretty tame, it's no "alone" from moral orel to be sure lol

9.) if your story got a video game adaptation/spin off, what would it be like?

i'd want it to be very psychonauts esque! quirky platformer with a unique art style, strong characters, levels based in characterization, heavy focus on story, etc. i'm not a game designer so i cant say anything beyond Vibes, but i think smtn like that would be fun

or maybe a game kinda like the wolf among us. a choose your own adventure mystery with a stark artstyle and choices that impact the plot and characters

13.) how long have you been working on this project? what has changed from the outset?

since about early-mid 2020 iirc! ferrymen went through a lot of EXTREME changes pretty rapidly. it used to be a cyberpunk murder mystery called CMYK and had a few different characters in it! i still wanna use moss for some other project lol

16.) imagine the entire story takes place but in the meantime the characters all also have tumblr. what kind of (terrible) tumblr posts would happen?

I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS IS THE THING LOL. not exactly this but i have thought about what all the characters blogs would look like:

i think nathans socials have been dead for the past 5 years, but his tumblr would just be covered in photos from his ghost hunts, livestream announcements, reblogging fanart for his show, etc. bc the story takes place in the 2030s/2040s i think nathans old enough to have been a tumblr veteran too so he knows the fucking Ancient Texts. don't think he would've bothered deleting it so it kind of just serves as a time capsule of the peak of ParaNathan

mai's blog is entirely anonymous and is mostly just her reblogging posts about cryptids and the paranormal. it's pretty empty even though she's had it for Years because she would've nuked her blog out of embarrassment at some point bc it was just COVERED in fandom stuff she's embarrassed of now, even if she still secretly really loves all that old stuff.

eddie's is just an empty blog he likes things from on the rare occasion he gets hold of a phone/computer and actually bothers to check tumblr. probably has the default icon header and title and so gets mistaken for a bot a lot

joey doesn't seem like the kind of kid to be super active on social media honestly??? but i do think he'd jump on to reblog and like posts about cute diy crafts n stuff. he likes making things with his hands so i think he'd get a kick out of the one of a kind doll community

eli would get kung pow penis'd off the site within the first hour of being here

18.) what aspect of the story would get you #canceled on twitter?

i think the fact that later in the story ferrymen depicts abelism towards an autistic person would drive twitter crazy lol. like the whole point is "this is bad and this is how it's damaging to this character and their sense of identity" but the twitter crowd loooves the idea of depiction = condoning and would probably happily ignore the fact that i'm autistic and this character's struggles are reflective of my own so. wuh oh HFKJHDSJHKFDJ

that or eli is intentionally designed to look like a tumblr sexyman bc i thought it was funny. i think it should get cancelled for that tbh

oc ask game!

#ferrymen talk #long post

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Why should people believe your "trust me bro" angle more than Will's? You don't have a great track record for being right. Just look at Jake Abel and Walker. It's not fair to yet again get people's hopes up about Destiel when that's obviously never going to happen. At this rate your predications about Misha being on The Winchesters won't even end up being correct either.

i "DON'T HAVE A TRACK RECORD FOR BEING RIGHT"? I literally said "The post says Atlanta", Pat. I know you guys are desperate to find anywhere I've ever been wrong, but my ability to read a tag, and saying "the post is tagged atlanta, he was also possibly seen in austin as blurry white guy in a bg and he lives there and that isn't hard"

These are all things that are? true???? And what walker have to do with TRYING to whine ANYTHING about *my direct supernatural leaks that have an immaculate history*. "HAH-HAH, you can actually READ" is NOT the dunk you guys think it is, on my life. Are you guys operating on only one brain hemisphere or something? This is your big dunk? That once, for once in your life, screaming into the abyss without reading, that one time, your inability to read made yall right.

Here's my track record on shit that matters vs Pat screamed "no" at:

I told yall about the market testing starting S12, you denied it

I told yall about Berens intent starting S13, yall denied it

I told yall Berens was doing the confession in S14-15 hiatus. You guys denied it until it happened. It was the first thing he wrote.

I told yall about the roadhouse ending, you denied it

I told yall about the omissions, you denied it

I told yall about there being a johnmary spinoff coming, you denied it

I leaked the script, you denied it

I charted the entire shit about Meredith and Gray while yall made dumb donkey noises and thought it wouldn't influence you and oh look it's influencing you as your shows die and ours live

I leaked the entire shape of the show and what the morals were about, you denied it, but jensen helpfully is narrating it so you idiots can't scream it's just subtext.

this is actually a shortlist, the full list of leaks vs 2po's proven long denials is over here.

What you have on me:

You guys can't read, and it worked for you for once, and you guys REALLY wanna cling to that saying I said he wasn't in Austin, which I never said, I said both were a possibility. Being as confused during the finale as the crew itself was when you know what the ending is supposed to be and it's not coming together right. And me understanding New Orleans and Cajun confusing 2po.

GOOD FOR YOU GUYS. Big dunks.

I don't DO "trust me bro", you idiots. I give you scripts. I give you business history trails and things about the real world. 2po pisses his pants and refers to a M&G supported by another M&G supported by another M&G all of which he's lied about or been lied to about the contents of, as easily proven by vancon and the incident caused by his sources, and 2po's CONSCIOUS CHOICE TO LIE TO PEOPLE, because in trying to report my quotes he admitted he knew they were real. Why are you sobbing about Walker. I don't do Walker leaks. Don't trust Walker leaks i write because you're fucking hallucinating them.

One man is a conscious liar. The other is a person who has had every business level decision in this show upwards of three years in advance at times and 2po just cries when their incest porn is interfered with, and he's got a LOT of crying ahead of him. But sure, go to the guy that screamed this show isn't about learning from your parents or that the pilot was Fake for 8 months.

You too, nonnie. Fucking cope. If you want to double down and be a dumbfuck all the way to the end, and then pretend you weren't, and not delete yourself from the internet because you hid your stupidity behind anon the whole time, go off. "Why should I believe your scripts and accurate actual leaks in one targeted show and that business influences the real world more than M&Gs 2po imagines" fuckin' don't then. Be a dumbass. Idgaf.

Give me a statement more specific than a fortune cookie platitude that manever committed to predicting, and been right on. Fucking one. "Why should we" omg I don't fucking know, do you have a brain

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→ Licentious Show.

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pairing: abel morales x fem!reader.

rating: fluff, explicit.

warning: light sub/dom dynamics, power play, thigh riding, strip show, praising, consensual degrading, daddy kink, age gap, oral sex (male receiving), self-indulgent fic...

word count: 2.2k

summary: your sugar daddy asks you to give him a show, and you'd do anything for him.

“Would you make me a show?”

It didn't occur to you that your boyfriend might ever ask you to do something like this before. At the dinner table, you both talked about your day; you told him how you spent yours shopping and having fun with your friends, shamelessly flaunting the full credit card Abel provided you with. A sick pleasure you indulge yourself in; showing off what you have and your peers don't. You had your hair spruced up, and your nails done and polished, making sure to look pretty for him when he's back home. His soft smile and the way his eyes brighten up when you're the first person to see home is more than enough for you.

It's been few months since you and Abel Morales got together. Having a divorced, handsome man in the mid of his forties, and the owner of Standard Oil company, who's also a father of three pretty girls as your partner, a man nearly twice your age, raised many questions about you both. But you honestly don't care, neither does Abel. The latter doesn't only fund for your university life, but also showers you with affections and sincere devotion, as he is dedicated only to you as well, while he asks little to nothing in return from you. All you have to do is to be a good investment for him in studying hard at college, and to look at your tip-top whenever he needs you to be his companion at business dinners and parties, where he can show you off, his pretty little gem.

“Yeah, sure!” You gush, and he smiles sweetly, making your heart flutter. Sliding off the chair briskly, your delicate hands cradle his large hand, and he follows you to the bedroom.

Abel pours a glass of wine for himself, while he settles on the bed, crossing a leg over the other. He juts the glass, and arches a dark and thick brow amusedly. “Show me what you've got, princesa.”

Your brow rises in challenge and your head gives him a haughty nod, while your chin is proudly held up. Stepping into your walk-in closet, you immediately spot the newly-bought bags, still placed where you first put them. Grinning giddily, you choose to begin with the dresses and casual outfits first, leaving the naughty attires for last.

You strut your way out garbed in a sleeveless dress. Its dark, violet velvet is hugging your form ever so delicately, while your ears shimmered with two dark amethysts, with matching necklace and ring Abel has given you as a gift before. The latter grins widely at you, taking your hand in his to bring it to his smirking mouth. “Mi bella señorita.”

A rich colour smears your cheeks red, as your previous boldness fails you at his simple words. “Gracias, mi amor.” You mutter, leaning down to leave a quick peck on his nose before rushing back to your closet with a racing heart.

The night continues, though. You show him a gown after another, and he never fails to praise each one on you, and how you look splendid and graceful. Perhaps that's the trait you like about Abel the most, always makes you oozing with confidence and dependence, beautiful and worthy; not a once did he make you feel otherwise. He makes you blossom with radiance and splendor.

Entering the wardrobe again, your breathing grows heavier as you reach for the other bag, the one you saved for last. And when you re-emerge from the dressing room, Abel is stunned. The black, lacy lingerie you picked today is rather audacious; the top is a strapless bra hugged your breasts tightly, exposing your cleavage deliciously. The thin panties barely hide anything as two garters tether to the sexy tights covering your legs up to your thighs.

Abel's eyes are glued on you, wandering each detail of what you're presenting him. You allow yourself to grin in triumph. Feeling about your breasts sensually, you say in whisper, “Like what you see, Daddy?”

Something powerful swirls in Abel's eyes as his lips slowly stretch in a grin, it makes you shiver. “Oh, bebita, you have no idea...” He grumbles in a low voice, half-smiling and leaning a bit backwards on the bed, eyes never leaving yours. Tilting his head aside, he arches a brow. “Would you strip for Daddy, princess?”

You nod eagerly, hands teasingly reach out to the buckle to undo it. Once it's dropped on the floor, your hands travel down to your tights, but he stops you. “No, baby, leave these on, just take those pretty panties off.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You say breathlessly.

“Good girl.” His luscious lips curve up into a smile. God, this is so much!

You do as he says, then looks at him again, waiting for further instructions. He beckons you to come and sit in his lap. Your heels clang all the way to him. You straddle effortlessly, your arms already reaching around his neck, and his are around your waist. His thickly-framed eyes are looking up at you, his large hands are warm against your skin, caressing and wringing your ass so tenderly. You moan, burying your face in the crook of his neck; his strong, virile scent pervades your nostrils, making your head haze. “Daddy...” You croak in a low voice, nuzzling deeper into his neck.

Abel hums, his hands are still teasing your sensitive skin. “Fuck, princesa, what a show. Is there anything you can't do?” He says, “Always looking pretty, always good to me.”

You feel a throb between legs, shivering at his string of sweet praises. They mean the world to you, he means the world to you. You'd do anything to please this man, to make him happy, always thriving to be his sole source of ventilation and comfort. He does an amazing job of taking care of you; providing you with anything and everything you want, lavishing you with gifts and presents, and most importantly, you feel safe, welcomed, and loved around him. “Anything for you, Daddy.” You kiss his neck, and he chuckles as you begin to roll your hips on his lap, your dripping cunt pressing on his clothed bulge. Smirking, you lift your face up a little, enough to whisper into his ear. “Daddy's pretty hard.” You nibble on his ear lobe playfully, your hips roll tantalisingly slow atop of him, “Shall I drop on my knees for him and suck him off til he's satisfied and happy?”

A deep grumble rumbles within his chest, hand grasping the back of your neck, making you gaze up at him. “Naughty girl, want Daddy's cock in your mouth, little one?”

Your teeth chew on your bottom lip, hands resting on his shoulders. “Want you down my throat, Daddy—AH!” His thumb and forefinger pinch on your excited nipple, then his hand cups your breast to squeeze it harshly. “Want your cock to ruin me, Abel, please!”

“You needy little whore...” He growls, smacking your ass, and your cunt throb in delight at the delectable sting where his palm left a slight red mark on your buttock. “Want me to ruin that slutty pretty mouth of yours, baby?” He brings his thumb up, tracing your lower lip tenderly.

“Yes, please.” You sigh, opening your mouth adorably as his thumb presses to your mouth. His rough-padded digit pushes down on your tongue, as you suck it like the obedient girl you are.

Being at this man's mercy makes your body shudder, erotic as it is to you. Abel Morales holds something appealing to you; the power he possesses, his strong will which is impossible to waver. His ambitious determination to get whatever he wants. He never is disrespectful to you, he's not accustomed to insult women or anybody else really. It was your wish to be treated as such in certain intimate situations. Abel didn't digest the idea at first —being the gentleman he is— but he caved in to your request as it pleases you; he'd do anything to bring you pleasure and he does it perfectly, his pretty girl. He spoils you so much to the point of fluster. You appreciate it, appreciate him, and it did what you feared the most; you fell in love with him, and you fell hard. It doesn't matter if your love is unrequited really, because suffice to say, he's a man you won't regret pledging yourself to.

Your mouth makes a wet pop when Abel draws his thumb out, lips glistening with spit. Through your lashes, you gaze at him in anticipation when he lifts you effortlessly, making you straddle his right thigh. “You're gonna get yourself off on my thigh first, bebita.” He grumbles, “Your show is far from finished.”

You shudder at his words, your body is putty in his hands; hips rolling involuntarily at his demand. You drag your damp cunt along his trousers, the fabric is so soft against your throbbing clit, coils bolting up to the tip of your stomach. You moan and sob pathetically, feebly trying to ride his thigh.

Abel knows your need of his help, and he generously offers it. “Look at you, princesa, ruining my expensive pants with your slutty pussy.” He remarks with a deep voice, before taking your lips in a passionate kiss. Your swollen clit rubs his firm thigh, and your hands comb through his greying, rich hair, while his hand trails down your spine sensually until it teases the crack of your ass down to your dripping slit. Two thick, adroit fingers slip into your lecherous cunt, and you scream his name.

“Mhm, Daddy! Please wanna cum.” Your meek sobs are so beautiful, your fragile voice is so alluring as you fuck yourself on his deft fingers. “Make me cum, please!”

Abel grunts deeply, his master fingers are quick to hit the spots he knows too well, curling and teasing, as you souse them with your arousal.

“Pathetic, pretty girl.” He sneers, “Can't even cum without Daddy's help.”

Your hands wring his shoulders as you whine weakly, intense tears rolling down your cheeks when he brings you to thunderous orgasm. He doesn't stop though, fucking you through your high, and your cum gushes out of your fluttering hole.

When he slides his fingers out, you whimper weakly, smooching your cheek to his warm chest. Abel holds you close to him, pressing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. “Good girl, (Y/N), good girl.”

Your body quivers sweetly as his clean hand plays with your hair. Mumbling into his chest, you say, “Thank you, Daddy.” You hear him chuckle, and you raise your head to gaze at him. “Wanna make you feel good too.”

Abel smiles tenderly at you. “No need, princess.” He pecks your nose, “It's about you, not me.”

Your face flushes, and your eyes flit down momentarily before they're back to his. You love this man, you fucking adore the floor he walks on, and this is why. His aching selflessness when it comes you, it's as though he sees the world in you, he makes you feel as if you're his entire world.

“But my show is far from finished, is it not, sir?” You quip, sliding swiftly to your knees on the floor before him. “You promised to ruin my slutty pretty mouth with your cock, remember?” Your hands are nimble and brisk as they undo his pants, eyes lingering on the mess you made on his thigh; you practically drenched it wet.

He raises an eyebrow, puckering his lips up amusedly, then he shakes his head, helping you getting his trousers and boxers down. “Joder, bebita, what did I do to deserve you?”

“You do everything, señor Morales.” You grin up at him, and his face softens. “You are everything to me, Abel.” because I love you...

Abel cups your cheek and you lean into his touch, kissing his palm fondly while he brushes his thumb to your skin. You lick your lips at the view of his beautiful cock, hard and weeping with pre-cum. Your surge forwards, grabbing the base in your hand, and kissi the slit of his tip. Abel hisses immediately, as your lips latch to his tip, taking him gradually in your mouth. Abel makes beautiful sounds when you twirl your tongue and caress his cock with it.

“Fuck, baby,” He growls, “You're amazing.”

You push further until the tip is slamming against the back of your throat, making you gag, tears already gathering in your eyes. Abel grabs your hair and takes the lead, fulfilling his promise. Your lipstick is smearing his shaft, and your chin is dripping with your drool and his pre-cum. You move your head accordingly to his pace, and the deep sounds he's making are music to your ears.

“Oh, fuck,” Abel hisses, “I'm cumming, baby.”

He paints your mouth white with a long shot, and bits of it seep from the corners of your lips. Abel pants, letting you pull out with full mouth of his seed. You swallow it all, licking the beads off of your lips to the last one, making sure he's watching you.

“Come here, princess.” He tells you, tapping the spot on bed next to him. “Let Daddy take care of you now.”

#abel morales fic #abel morales imagine #abel morales headcanon #abel morales x reader #abel morales #oscar isaac characters #a most violent year #abel morales x you #abel morales smut #oscar isaac fanfic #oscar isaac smut #oscar isaac hot #daddy oscar isaac #oscar isaac

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Madeleine de L'Aubespine (1546-1596)

Dame de Villeroy, French poet and author of moral discourse

Madeleine de L'Aubespine was the daughter of Secretary of State Claude de L'Aubespine and the wife of Nicolas de Neufville, Seigneur de Villeroy, who later became secretary of state under the reign of Charles IX and Henri III. Well-known in the aristocratic circles, she became a "lady-of-honor" to Catherine de Médicis. Worldly minded, bright, and erudite (as her translation of Ovid's Heroides attests), Madeleine de L'Aubespine soon began to receive the most famous poets and prominent figures of her time at her residence in Conflans-l'Archevêque, near Paris, and in her hotel near the Louvre. Among her celebrated guests were Rémy Belleau, who dedicated one of his "precious stones" to her; Ronsard, who regarded her as his "spiritual daughter"; and Philippe Desportes, who celebrated her in numerous love poems under the name of Rosette, Callianthe, and Cléonice. Madeleine de L'Aubespine's poems remained handwritten until 1926-1927 when they were published for the first time and subsequently raised questions about their authorship.

The talent of Madeleine de L'Aubespine does not lack originality or imagination. In her poetry may be found images of a square moon, fish that fly, and dry water that create a universe of the absurd that confuses and fascinates, thereby foreshadowing the poetry of Théophile de Viau. On the other hand, some poems announce the elegies of Marceline Desbordes-Valmore, while others reveal a philosophical approach in her writing, as they are addressed to a God whose leniency perplexes her. Nonetheless, the poetry of Madeleine de L'Aubespine does not resemble the sober discourse assembled in the Cabinet des saines affections, which recent studies have attributed to her. The volume was published five times between 1584 and 1600 in Paris (the first three editions appeared anonymously from Abel L'Angelier, a well-known printer specializing in humanist writing) and was also translated into both German and Italian in 1623. Thematically related to Montaigne's Essais, the Saines affections also draw on classical sources such as Seneca, Plutarch, Cicero, and Epictitus.

The author of Saines affections firmly believes in the effectiveness of philosophy as the only way to reach spiritual happiness. Philosophical thought is molded into a meditation on man's condition and destiny, leading to a practical morality, which places at the forefront the exercise of reason and the practice of virtue. As another way to praise human reason and its immense benefits, Madeleine de L'Aubespine develops a program to control passions, which is responsible for vanity, ambition, envy, sadness, and ingratitude. Like Plutarch, she believes that passions are not necessarily bad, but they must be restrained, and like Cicero, she proposes the conciliation of virtue with happiness. Like Montaigne, she condemns social ethics and vices and places self-knowledge at the center of her thinking. However, unlike the author of the Essais, she never becomes the object of her own discourse, preferring a generic "we" to a personal "I". Indicative of the feminine writer are the variegated style, an affinity for definitions and "recipes for the soul", as well as the renouncement of self. Madeleine de L'Aubespine applied her talent to both poetry and discourse, the latter a favorite humanist genre that began to flourish along with moral reflection between 1580 and 1625.

Grazziella Postolache, in- Encyclopedia of Women in the Renaissance

#xvi #grazziella postolache #encyclopedia of women in the renaissance #madeleine de l'aubespine #catherine de medici #pierre de ronsard #rémy belleau #philippe desportes

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Now I wonder how Carmilla and Lenore would react if they met game Hector and Isaac.

Oh please if only Isaac could sic Abel on them and explode their asses 😭

(yes I know that Abel appears in S4. I don't know what it can do yet. Don't tell me lol)

It's an interesting exercise in thought. The thing is that Hector, at this point, was already questioning Dracula himself. Technically speaking, he would agree with Carmilla's points... but not all of them. "You're in danger because you're human too?" Perfectly fair. "Dracula didn't love his wife enough because he didn't turn her"? That would piss him off. I'd wager that implying humanity is lesser would already be a sore spot for him :P

I also trust him to be intelligent enough to not fall for compliments as basic as "oh you're so talented <3". Unlike N!Hector, he's already the favorite, he doesn't need his self-esteem to be validated. Hmm, but now that makes me wonder how Isaac, the eternal second best and probably quite insecure about it, would react to that...

thankfully his gayness would prevent him for falling for any sexy lady, as the scene with the succubus in the manga shows. he's safe :P

I also said that I think that, were Hector and Isaac friends in the show, Hector could have been less susceptible to manipulation, because he could confide in Isaac. I do believe that at that point they would have grown apart because of Hector's changing morality, but Carmilla is very obviously not an ally that he'd like. Yes she's against Dracula's plans much like he is, but his whole issue with them is "humans don't deserve it", which, well, it's obviously not what she cares about. I'd like to imagine that G!Hector would be smart enough to go to G!Isaac like "I don't trust that vampire lady, we should do something about it".

Funny how N!Hector comes off as more pragmatic and G!Hector as more idealistic, and yet the latter is the better option in this case.

And if Isaac gets the faintest of notions that someone disagrees with Dracula, let alone that they want to cause harm... yeah. No "okay let's do as she says to shut her up" from him.

I would probably try to think how the real Isaac would fare in the show once I finish S4. Ngl, a plotline where he's forced to interact with humans, instead of losing his mind alone in the woods, is actually interesting! In the meantime, the image of Lenore and Isaac in the same room is cracking me up 😂 BDSM energy off the charts fshadfkjhsakjfh

#castlevania #hector castlevania #isaac laforeze

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while driving home from camping i made a good version of season 10 in my head.

long story short Dean should have been semi-cured at the end of episode three but only to the extent that Sam would be able to control/bind him in some way (maybe the mark prevents the cure from fully working). morally, he would still be demon Dean (i.e. we would actually get to explore what that looks like!!).

Sam's/the season's long-term goal would remain finding a way to remove/destroy the mark (so Rowena, book of the damned, etc plot would progress more or less as it does). Sam would be put into a more proactive role in the season as he is the one finding hunts/cases and also dealing with keeping Dean in line. this would a) give Sam something to do, b) flip their dynamic in terms of protector/protectee and leader/follower

this would also give us/Sam space to explore and wonder about what's the mark and what's Dean , something that was criminally unexplored/ignored/inconsistent in the show. imagine this- they are hunting down some vampires who have kidnapped some humans. while Sam is staking out their nest, Dean just slips away and charges in. by the time Sam gets in, the vamps are dead, but so are the humans. Dean says they were already dead when he got there. Sam doesn't know whether or not to believe him, and neither does the audience.

anyways, the eventual twist of the season is Dean getting Sam hooked on demon blood, which happens right after The Werther Project. Much of that episode is the same, and Dean saves Sam from dying at the end, which is surprising to Sam and the audience. Sam wakes up in a bed, Dean is taking care of him and gives him something to drink. Sam takes a sip, starts coughing, Dean coaxes him to finish. When the cup comes away, we see the blood staining Sam's lips. Dean has fed him demon blood. some good old-fashioned brother betrayal (let's actually get some cain and abel shit going!). end of episode.

Angel Heart happens, but it's a solo Cas adventure. It is noted that he cannot get ahold of Sam. It is confirmed that Charlie and Rowena are continuing to work on the Book of the Damned.

so then we have the brothers as a team again, but it's the boy king of hell and his knight. that's a combo that Cas and Crowley would both want to stop.

from here i am unclear except for a few things: 1) get rid of the stynes. absolute nonsense. 2) rather than being killed by the stynes, i think that Charlie is nearly killed by Dean but is saved by Cas. That bond between Charlie and Dean is broken and could maybe be slowly repaired in future seasons. 3) we aren't killing Death because, again, absolute nonsense.

#liv watches supernatural

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X-Men First Class (Vol 2) 13 (August 2008)

Jeff Parker/Roger Cruz

We are - thank christ - closing in on the end of this comic. With Angel having apparently left the team, this issue sees a potential replacement arrive in the form of X-51, aka Machine Man, a second-tier Marvel character from the 70s who, weirdly, debuted in a Jack Kirby-written licensed comic series spinning off characters and ideas from 2001: A Space Odyssey, before becoming a part of the conventional Marvel universe. I didn't know any of this, but it does explain why there's an otherwise bizarre 2001 sight gag at the start of this issue.

Anyway, the theme is obvious but decent: the X-Men fear and mistrust their new prospective robot teammate but when you think about it isn't a robot just like a mutant, and shouldn't the X-Men learn to trust and welcome one, just as the outside world fears and despises them? This is a creaky analogy that falls over if you look at it too hard but fine, whatever, it's good enough for an issue. Sadly Machine Man has an extremely Saturday morning cartoon vibe that I don't like at all...

...although the big robot reveal panel is good.

Machine Man's creator/father, Abel Stack, wants him to try out for the X-Men in the hope that this will be a more moral use for him than Stack's other creations, who are all owned by the Department of Defence and who, right on cue, go berserk during this issue while the team are all out in Washington state chasing some somewhat under-imagined Bigfoot mutants.

Of course this is a very flawed direction for the story to go in, since it suggests that we should indeed fear and despise robots. Much more interesting and a more logical extension of the story would be if the robots worked but were being used by the military for immoral ends, but I guess that would involve depicting the US military as bad guys and we don't want that, do we.

With the robots breaking loose and the gang stuck on the other side of the country, the issue ends, setting up a rare First Class two-parter.

#x men comics #an xmen a day #xmen first class #xmen #machine man

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polygonal-trees · 1 year

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i have no strong feelings about any version of Prowl and I haven't read IDW, but I can't help thinking that his comics characterisation is kind of a massive wasted opportunity?

so like Prowl is cold constructed, built to be an enforcer (literally assigned cop at birth lmao). He's supposed to be cold, calculating, logical, and obedient - a machine.

Isn't it so much more interesting if he's none of those things?

I'm imagining a Prowl who comes alive on day one, is given his first case on day two, and realises the whole system is broken on day three. He won't obey orders to harm civilians, he doesn't respond to bribes or threats, and by day four he's traced the origins of the petty theft he's supposed to be dealing with all the way up to the government level and is trying to arrest six senators. By day five there's a warrant out for his arrest. He's the enforcers' biggest failure - and their greatest success.

Prowl is told to 'fight crime'. Prowl learns everything he can about crime - about people, about institutions, about emotions, about wants and needs, about health and psychology, about every single facet that makes up Cybertronian society-

and comes to the perfectly logical conclusion that the way he's been programmed to deal with it won't work. That 'fighting' isn't actually the solution he needs.

Because 'a being driven by logic' doesn't have to be an cold hearted monster. Aren't stories more interesting, more exciting, more compelling when they subvert our expectations and choose kindness instead?

(there's also stuff to be said there about ableism and especially anti-autism abelism but we can do that another time)

I do think there should be significant antagonistic and morally grey enforcers to further explore the corruption and injustice, but they'd be cops by choice. There just isn't a true real world equivalent for someone built from scratch to be an enforcer. I think this version of Prowl would be better used to highlight the hypocrisy of the system

tldr: i think Prowl should be a pacifist

#beeping #hmm actually i won't tag this

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firstly i wanna say congrats on reaching 3000 followers! i’ve been obsessed since magnetic and i still go back and read it all the time for comfort. if you’re still taking prompts, may i please have best friends to lovers with abel?

Part of Youvebeenlivingfictional’s 3K Follower Celebration Thank you so much!! Warnings: A lil angst, a lil fluff, some cursing

“How are you holding up?” “Fine.” It’s a single word, spoken lightly, but it is a bold-faced lie. You know that something is truly wrong, then. Abel doesn't like to lie to people. You know that he's not taking the divorce well. He doesn’t look you in the eye as he says that he’s ‘fine’, he just focuses fastidiously on the stacks of papers that he’s shuffling around his desk. You cast an eye back toward the door where Debbie is raising her brows. On your way in, she told you that he’s hardly done anything but work for weeks. “He’s the first one in and the last one out,” She’d murmured, “And honestly, I don’t think he’s left every night.”

So you turn back to Abel, folding your arms across your chest. “Get your coat, we’re going for lunch.” Abel glances up before looking back down at his work. “I’m slammed here,” He tells you, “And I have a meeting at one.” “No you don’t.” “What?” “I asked on my way in and you don’t have any meetings until 3.” You take a couple of steps closer, tipping your head to meet his lowered eyes. “Come on. We won’t go far.” It takes a moment, but Abel straightens up, taking his coat off of the hook. You feel a touch of relief trickle into your chest as he pulls his coat on and grabs his scarf.

“So when’s the last time you slept?” You ask. “Last night.” “I mean for more than an hour.” Abel casts you a weary look, allowing you to get a better view of the bags lingering under his eyes, the stubble encroaching on his cheeks. You purse your lips, arching a brow. When neither of you crack, you lean in, folding your arms on the table. “You know I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t concerned, Abel.” “I know,” He agrees grudgingly, “It’s just hard, being in that…Big empty house.” You bite your lip, nodding, “Yeah.”

The two of you go quiet as your food is brought to the table. Abel picks at his with disinterest, eating a piece or two. “...If you ever can’t sleep and you need to call,” You offer, “Any time. But…You’ve been working yourself too hard, Abel. I know that it’s the easiest thing for you to turn to—” “Is this the part where you tell me to ‘just get back out there’?” “No, Abel. It’s the part where I tell you that you need to take care of yourself,” You tell him sternly, “If not for yourself then for me.” Abel’s eyes flit to you, questioning and bloodshot. Your stomach swoops with panic and you add, “Who else am I supposed to badger into getting lunch?” It’s just another moment before his lips are pulling into a small smile.

“Are you up?” “I answered the phone, didn’t I?” You answer as crisply as possible, trying to keep the sleep out of your voice, “What’s going on?” “...I can’t sleep.” The admission is mumbled, and tired. “Get a cab,” You tell him, looking around your living room, “And come over.” “I can drive.” “It’s late and you’re tired. I don’t want you driving. So—cab.” --

Abel conks out on your couch at nearly three in the morning. It’s taken two hours of conversation, half an hour of soothing classical music on the radio, and his sliding down against the arm of your couch, insisting that he’s just closing his eyes for a minute. No matter. It doesn’t matter how he’s fallen asleep, you’re just glad that he has. You pluck up the blanket from the back of the couch, carefully draping it over him and gently tucking it in around his shoulders. You sit on the very edge of the couch, pushing a gentle sigh out through your nose. You mark the steady rise and fall of his chest, the calm that’s replaced the pervading fatigue on his face. You find yourself reaching up and gently sweeping a piece of hair from his forehead before standing and tip-toeing to your room.

Your chest aches for Abel. You’ve known one another for years, have moved past being business associates to becoming quite close. The feelings that you’ve had for him have lingered and festered, and only grown stronger as you’ve known him. You’ve never addressed them, of course, or brought them up. For most of your time knowing him, he’s been with Anna—but that’s over now. You’d never been a fan of Anna’s, but you didn’t think that their divorce would be so harsh, so swift and painful.

You expect Abel to be gone when you wake up, but instead you find him standing in your kitchen in his wrinkled clothing, pouring coffee. You fold your arms across your chest, like that’ll keep the swell of affection down, and tell him, “The next time you come over, bring sweats. We can go for a run.” Abel shoots you a surprised glance. You detest running; you’re certain he’ll call you on it. But instead he nods and gets another mug down for you.

“Alright, alright—uncle,” You groan, coming to a stop and resting your hands on your knees. You hear Abel jog back toward you, and within a moment, he’s ducking his head into your field of vision, a grin on his face, cheeks ruddy from the cold. “We only have half a mile left.” “Well you go run it for both of us and I’ll wait here.” “Oh, no,” He laughs, reaching down and hooking his hand around your elbow, “Come on.”

You groan again, straightening and beginning to grudgingly jog.

“Your pace is getting better," He tells you weeks later. “Bullshit.” “It is! It’d be impossible for it not to with all of this practice,” Abel insists, laughing, hooking his arm around your shoulders and drawing you close. You sigh softly, resting your head against him as the two of you walk slowly. You go on in silence for some time before Abel offers: “I know you hate this.” “Hate what?” “Running, jogging, whatever. Thank you.” You glance up at him and find him looking ahead of the two of you. You nod a little, raising your hand and patting his back. “Anytime.”

“So, dinner tonight?” You ask, tucking the phone against your ear, “Or a movie or…Something?” “I can’t tonight.” “Have you penciled in a busy schedule of moping?” Abel laughs, and you grin. He’s come so far in just a few months. He’s beginning to sound like his old self again. Debbie tells you that his evenings at the office have tapered off. He still comes by and crashes on your couch sometimes, and the two of you still run together several mornings of the week. He seems happier. You like to think that you have something to do with that. Of course, seeing Abel with the frequency that you have lately—nights in your apartment, mornings in the park—has done nothing to quell the abiding feelings that you have for him. And there have been moments, small, infrequent moments, when you feel a glimmer of hope that he may feel the same way. “What are you up to that you’re too busy to see me?” You tease. “I have a date.” And just like that, your heat plummets into your stomach. You force yourself to react quickly, even as your chest fills with a stunned, swirling bubbling. “A date!” You repeat, pushing brightness into your voice, “Abel, that’s great! Who is it?”

He tells you who it is, how they met, what they’ll be doing. It falls on somewhat deaf ears. Your head is buzzing with static and surprise. “...Are you going to tell me it’s too soon?” Abel asks, and that manages to cut through the noise. Your brow furrows a touch. “No, that’s—Abel, you’re single. You can do anything you want.” “So you don’t think it’s too soon.” “...That’s something that you have to decide for yourself.” “Okay.” “So…You’ve decided and that’s good.” “A step in the right direction.” You don’t want to tell him that you’re worried he’s rushing into things; you don’t want to tell him to spend the night with you instead—that you’re better company, and he’ll have fun with you. You don’t say a word of that. You just hum, “Mhm!”

You don’t slow down once during the next run. You just push, and push, and push until your muscles tighten and your lungs scream. “Jesus,” Abel mutters as the two of your finally come to a stop, “That was insane.”

“Can’t handle the heat stay out of the—the kitchen,” You manage, drawing in as many even breaths as you can. “You can’t handle it, either,” Abel laughs between his own panting. “Shut it,” You mutter, scrubbing your hand over your eyes. “Shutting it.” “...So how was the date?” “I thought you wanted me to shut it.” “About the running.” “It was…It was nice.” “You gonna see her again?” “Maybe.” You nod, dipping your head, muttering, “Good.”

“Is it?” “I mean—Good that you’re having a good time.”

Abel nods, raising his hand and patting your shoulder as the two of you finally catch your breath. “Breakfast?” He asks, drawing you against him, “I’m buying.” “Oh, well, in that case.”

“...Are you seeing anyone?” The question catches you off-guard. You’re mid-coffee-sip, giving you time to stall. Abel watches you as he pushes his few remaining pieces of potato around his plate. You finally swallow, lowering your mug. “Uh…No. No, I’m not.” “Why not?” “I’m just not right now.” “Too busy?” “No.” “But…?” “No buts,” You laugh a little nervously, “I’m just not seeing anyone right now.” Abel hums thoughtfully, leaning back in the booth seat. You arch a brow, waiting for him to press on, but Abel just nods, shrugs a shoulder, and picks up his water. --

The nights at your place don’t stop, but they become far more rare. Abel calling you late and appearing at your door is always something of a relief. They begin to change, though, just a little. He begins to keep closer to you, resting a hand on your back, your shoulder, your legs—with far more frequency and warmth than he used to. On such a night, you find your legs stretched across his lap as you rest your head against your hand. Abel’s hands smooth warmly over your shin as the both of you zone out to the infomercial on the television. “...Hey,” Abel murmurs. “Mm? I can leave so you can sleep.” “The couch has kinda been fucking with my back.” “Take my bed, then.” You’re half-asleep as you offer it. “...I couldn’t do that.” “Sure you could. Like,” You raise a hand, snapping your fingers, “So easy.” “I’m not taking your bed.” “We’ll share, then.” “...Okay.” …Okay. The word sinks in after a moment, in open your sleepy eyes, blinking at him before you nod, agreeing, “Okay.” You slide your legs off of his lap as you yawn widely. “...I was going to go home,” Abel adds. “You still can, if you want to.” “Do you want me to?” “No. It’s late." It's a lame excuse. “Okay,” Abel agrees, standing and holding his hand out to you. You take it, honing in on the warmth of his hand as he leads the way back.

When you wake up, you’re face to face with Abel. He’s still asleep, hair mussed and resting heavy on your hip. You find yourself reaching out, gently tracing the curve of his cheek. Your eyes lower to his lips, his neck, his chest. “...Hi,” You hear. You freeze, finger resting against the hinge of his jaw. You hesitantly lift your eyes to Abel’s and find him watching you through dark, sleepy eyes. “Hi,” You mumble. You begin to draw your hand away from him, but Abel gently squeezes your hip, his hand drifting around to rest on your back. “Did you sleep alright?” He asks. “Mhm,” You nod, “Did—Did you?” He turns his head, trailing his lips against the pad of your finger. You take in a deep breath, gaze dropping to his lips before meeting his eye again. “Yes,” He murmurs before turning his head further, lips brushing against the knuckles of your curled fingers. “Good.” Abel shifts a touch closer, sliding a leg between yours. You squeeze his leg between yours, careful not to squirm down against it like you want to. “Abel?” “Mm?” “What about that…That person you’re seeing?” “Not seeing her anymore.” “Oh.” “Mhm.” “Sorry.” “I’m not.” “What…Happened?” “It just wasn’t a good fit.” “Ah.” “And I realized something.” “What’s…” You falter as Abel’s hand slides up your back drawing the fabric up with his palm, “What’s that?” “That it wasn’t too soon to get out there, but that I didn’t need to. I’m interested in someone else.” “Huh. Uh-huh…Who?” Abel’s lips pull into a wide smile. “I have this friend,” He cuddles a touch closer, “An amazing person. Sweet, kind, beautiful.” You can feel your face and neck heating as he dips his head toward you, nose nuzzling against yours. “She lets me sleep on her couch, sometimes. Doesn’t give an inch when I’m wrong. She’s just what I need, and she’s everything that I want…” His lips brush yours gently, and your eyelids flutter, “And I think she wants me, too.” You lick your lips as you curl your fingers around his jaw. “Why didn’t you ever say anything before?” You mutter. “I only just realized it myself.” “Just now?” He chuckles, shaking his head. “Recently…Tell me something.” “Hm?” “Why aren’t you seeing anyone?” “...I don’t want to.” “Not even me?” You lower your eyes, squeezing them shut. You know that if you don’t lay it all on the line now, you may never. “I only want to see you, Abel. I just…I didn’t think that it was mutual.” “But now we know better, right?” “Mhm,” You hum shakily, nodding. “Good,” Abel murmurs, brushing his lips against yours again before he kisses you gently.

#Abel Morales x Reader #Abel Morales x You #Abel Morales/Reader #Abel Morales/You #Abel Morales fic #Abel Morales imagine #asks #replies #requests #follower celebration #youvebeenlivingfictional 3k follower celebration #3k follower celebration

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