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comfortless · 3 months

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so. please consider: König is a prince (yeah we aren’t going full king this route, maybe he has an older brother or some complications having the throne to himself but either way he has some power just not all of it lol) and reader is part of a performing troupe that usually acts out plays outside of the castle. he goes out to watch them and becomes so desperate for her that he gets /her/ to perform as /him/ when the plays are about his heroic deeds or whatever.

i have had this idea stuck in my head for days and i just know you can bring it to life 🩵

the evil little König in my head took over. no one look at me. 🥩🏰

prince!König x fem reader.

content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. dubcon. mentions of adultery (not committed by reader or König), corruption kink (virgin!König), cunnilingus, light roleplay, scent & praise kink, smut (piv), reader is kind of evil here (König still manages to be worse), allusions to abduction.

“You are certainly lovelier than my wife, the Queen!”

He had his sword drawn, not high enough to elicit panic, but just enough to know that yes, there was a very present threat. This could be a bloodbath in an instant. Speak another word — he won’t refrain. He feels his teeth grit, grating, ash in the mouth and in the air.

The actors are unaware where they are stood on stage, and the mass of bodies surrounding barely take note of their Prince. A phantom. Loathed thing that he has always been. More hated than even their lecherous, stupid king. There’s only one thing he’s good for and it’s never been politics; there’s no need to garner up public appeal when your stage is a foreign field littered with blood and corpses.

Another insult to his poor mother and the city could be one too.

From a small wooden booth acting as a prop depiction of a brothel, steps a woman. Barefoot, bare flesh, the only thing she wears is a breast band and a loincloth of finely stitched lace. She isn’t a whore, not in truth, but she looks the part of the women his men rush to the second they’ve returned home. Ale and sex in abundance, and he’s never had the focus for the latter after a round of the former.

He watches as she sways, draws her hand to her forehead and bats her lashes while her other trails up her thigh to the hem of the piece concealing her womanhood. She stops with a laugh, turns to the crowd with sparkling eyes and says, “You lot should not cheer! The Queen surely deserves better than a womanizing fool!”

König’s never been one for plays, how tactlessly they slander the royal family and make jest of current affairs. This troupe, though… he thinks it’s done in taste. Or maybe it’s just her.

Even as the aging performer with his weathered face and messy gray beard acting the part of his father rushes to the pretty thing on stage and paws at her waist, König can not tear his eyes away.

The scene reaches its end when the brothel is burned, enacting something horrible the king had done several springs ago. Bereaved, the woman returns to the stage and bares her breasts, monologuing so sweetly as she feigns tears for her fallen sisters.

König swears to be nothing like his father but he still finds his trousers fitting more tightly at the sight, not foul enough to touch himself here, if ever at all. His heart aches with each fragile word spilled from those plush lips, and his cock demands further engagement with each gentle sway of her body and heave of her round tits.

His sword slots back into place at his hip when the scene comes to an end: the crowd a storm of laughter, the fire of the torches illuminating the street flickering, the actors dissipate behind the wooden stage, and all at once the play is over.

Tactless and impulsive, he thinks to thank her for not furthering the set-up for a joke, looks the part of a proper fool when he makes his way backstage where she’s sat wiping away carmine from her cheeks. The actress’ eyes go wide and hazy when she catches sight of him towering over her, the cloth and mirror slipping from her hands to rest on the table.

Of course, she takes it as a warning, asks him if he would prefer they only act out the current affairs— the recent siege of the southern kingdom, maybe? Or a story about the harvest festival? The gods or beasts? Anything she can sputter out to the man she easily recognizes as being the Prince.

König only finds himself further endeared when she dips her head as if ashamed and moves to conceal the bare skin of her stomach as though it would be insulting to see her in such a state of undress.

He excitedly tells her about the siege, of how he slaughtered those treasonous men and so valiantly brought their women and children to the capital to live much more honest lives, boasting while she looks on in acute, wonderous horror. That’s what he chooses, even pulls his hood from his face and drops it into her lap when he tells her she has to play his part.

The actress explains to him, docile and sweet, that she’s never played a male role and certainly lacks the stature to accurately represent him of all people. To which, he laughs, bids her a farewell with a flick of his wrist and wanders back out into the cobblestone and muck to finish up his patrol of the city.

A fortnight later, she returns to the stage in hastily put on armors, his veil hanging proudly about her head, a wooden sword clasped tightly in her hands. The crowd watching laughs at her expense as she tries in earnest to perfect the way she imagined his sword must have danced during that siege. The male actors fall with each tap of the weapon’s tip, and her voice takes on a forced, deeper tone when she speaks her praises to the kingdom she’s pilfered glory for.

König only sees fire, not in the flames of torches but lain out before him, a heat that courses from the picture of this beautiful little doe on stage straight down to simmer in his chest, his stomach. She’s so cute, pretending and doing her best just to appease him that he finds himself backstage again once the play concludes.

It’s just to talk, to congratulate her on a wonderful performance. He even presents a hefty sack of gold coins to her when she returns his veil, and she marvels at the donation, takes each piece and turns it in her fingers for a time before setting the little bag on the table.

Her brow scrunches for a moment before she settles on offering her hand out to him, fingertips ghosting over his upper thigh, loitering on the armor shell protecting him and drifting further up until he takes her hand and interlocks their fingers. Surely then, the actress comes to realize that her prince is as pure as the sisters in their temples.

She breathes out a laugh and shakes her head.

“I mean to pleasure you, my Prince,” she says, less meek now and more insisting. Her hand draws back to remove the prop armor from her body, eyes never leaving his own.

Though he considers the woman’s offer heavily, pulse stampeding and heart aching, he does eventually will himself to voice a weak refusal.

Never does he keep himself holed away from her for long, even after; König returns for each play whilst his men go about patrolling the city for prowlers and thieves. He watches each performance and continuously seeks her out backstage after. They talk each time, with him offering his suggestions and her clamoring for excuses as to why, no, she isn’t fit to play his role for another fight or some drab court meeting.

Finally, the same song and dance proves too much.

This night, there is no play and König still finds himself in the room cluttered with set pieces and props. The other actors have gone about seeking their own affairs for the evening; bedsides to coax comfort from or mugs of ale and bowls of bone to drown themselves in whilst gambling away the coins the hungering crowd has thrown their way.

She sits with him, perched up on her little table wearing nothing at all. Her skin is lit aglow by candlelight, the incense burning bathing all in the welcoming, warm comfort of lavender and rosemary. There’s ash in his chest again when he finds himself at her side, already aching with a want that should not exist, one that he would deny in full with bared teeth and blurry vision.

Only, she doesn’t prompt him with questions when her palms splay flat at the chest of his tunic, just grins like a wolf given a fat leg of mutton when she feels him begin to tense. She assures him that she’s only teaching him to act after demanding that he kneel, catches his jaw atop her hand and guides his face between her thighs where he then pants and groans at the foreign, enticing scent.

It awakens something in him, something bathed out and buried in blood, the very same that courses through his veins like a violent river now. A feral look and an iron grip on her hips that would leave bruises is all she gets. All until she hisses out the words, “I am your princess and you will do as I ask.”

The first lick is hesitant, clumsy, his stubble grazed over her most sensitive parts as he slips his tongue across the smoothness of her slit. He doesn’t have an idea of what he’s doing, only enacting the vile things he’s heard men about the castle speak of, how to properly take a woman apart and push her to not only want, but to need.

Mostly, she’s unimpressed.

When he gathers her taste on his tongue, he becomes a man possessed, ripped away from duty and sovereignty and brought down to the lowness of mere swine. He groans into her cunt, laps and suckles at anything his tongue and lips can touch, savors the sight, dewy and swollen when he presses a kiss to the bud that finally does get her to purr.

“Sweet boy..,” she coos to him when her hands find his hair, petting him so gently as he continues to lap at her clit. “You’re taking such good care of your princess, yes?”

His mind blanks entirely, driven forward with a renewed, feverish vigor as he dismantles her wholly with a drooling mouth and an unrelenting stare. Rationality should have pulled him away before it ever got to this point; she’s a peasant, and he can’t run amok fathering bastards and condemning himself to Hell for a simple woman. But that’s all beaten back by her taste, the way she writhes in his hold, keeps whispering her praises and lacing those soft fingers through his hair… no amount of devils or men could pry him from her cunt.

Only she does when her voice comes in a pant and her grip tightens to pull him back. The table, his face, all sticky and wet with what must have been her very essence, drawn out by a man lacking experience but so unknowingly eager.

“Take off your clothes,” comes her next demand, one he obliges with a great hesitance.

The tunic is pulled away with shaking hands, the tie of his trousers next. He mutters a curse below his breath when his cock springs free, so erect and angry it looks painful. The tip drools just as much as that fluttering heaven between her legs, pearly beads of preejaculate leaking down to stain the fabric and further condemn him to this impromptu fate.

He jerks when she wraps her hand around him there, whines when she leans forward to kiss its head.

“I can’t…” His voice sounds weak to his own ears, pathetic and miserable as he makes a mock attempt at prying her away with a gentle press to her shoulder. “My princess… we should not.”

He’s almost certain she’s a devil herself sent to exact some punishment upon him when her lips curl up into a grin and she lies back with her knees drawn to her chest. She speaks such words to him then that he would not dare to ever repeat, songs only the unknown could sing. An angel, perhaps, when she slips a finger into herself to demonstrate to him just what should be done… there, with panting breaths and whispers of heaven.

And finally, when his cock throbs and kicks at the sight, all resolve is entirely lost. He positions himself over her where she guides the tip of his manhood to her slit, praises his size when his hips give an involuntary twitch and he slightly dips into her, sampling her warmth and the resistance from something so thick pressing into her.

His world crumbles at the sensation, cobblestone replaced by the raging heat of brimstone and an obscene lust that clouds his mind and leads him to spear her open to his hilt.

He finds holiness in their union, bites back a roar when her walls tremble around him. She only laughs when his teeth find her shoulder, only sings more hymns into his ear as he fucks into her cunt at a reckless, brutal pace. The words don’t register, far-away and distant amidst the roaring tide of sensation. She’s so tight, so wet and yearning, quivering beneath him and clawing down his back.

“We shouldn’t, hm?,” she whispers in his ear, teeth grazing the lobe. His strokes become even sloppier, each thrust stuttered and heady when the sound of her voice pulls through the haze of bliss. “My sweet boy is so good at this, though…”

His voice is nearly a wail when he loses himself fully then. He holds the back of her thighs, fucks himself through an orgasm that leaves his head spinning and his body shaking as though he’s come down with some wretched fever. And perhaps he is ill, because he can’t bring himself to think of anything more than the divine rapture of stuffing his seed into the warmth of her pussy, can’t bring himself to pull his cock out of her even when he begins to soften.

His face is buried against her neck, professing his endless love as he breathes her in and ruts into her over and over until his cock is once again stiffened and drooling inside of the very cunt he would die to keep.

Surely, when her troupe begins to pack to drift further out into the kingdom for their performances to be seen… he could accuse them of slander, have the old man playing the part of the lecherous king executed, the others thrown into rat-infested cells, and the little princess tethered to his bed to warm his heart and his cock.

He will kiss away her tears, tell her that all could be forgiven if she would only let him make an honest woman of her.

#könig x reader #tw: dubcon

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insuke69 · 9 months

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/|MILES 42 HEADCANNONS P3 |\

My god, uh- part three but this is before y'all get together

DIFFERENT POVS AHSHDJ Warnings; Miles doin a little prowler stuff, Just description of someone who was beaten.

(So, there's gonna be if he asks you out/crushes on you first, we both know damn well you wouldn't do shit if you liked him and he were real.)

implied female reader :[

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When Miles was crushing..:

-He'd draw you, like- during lunch if you're done eating and just laughing with friends he draws you sitting and with your smile

If you don't hang out with anyone during lunch then he'd draw you as you sat by yourself with a calm neutral expression while you did your own thing.

-Bold mf yet shy. He'd ask what you're doing and act all smug and confident but as soon as y'all stop interacting he'd over think his every line

did she actually like that joke? she looked upset, wait- was she? why didn't I ask what was wrong?

etc.

-He was always himself around you, yet toned it down when he didn't know exactly how you'd react to him.

-when y'all had your first date, this man is a gentlemen and picked you up in his motorcycle, (yes I declare he has a motorcycle.) He called you gorgeous in every way possible along with more flirty or bold lines

"Damn, If I knew you were this fine than I would've dressed up more myself."

"jealous of your belt, my hands would feel better on your hips."

he was always hella smooth with it too.

-he first asked for your number and he texted so politely for a good first impression. "Hey, so I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out to dinner with me sometime?"

"Alright, perfect. see you then 😗"

but a lil after y'all actually date he just ..is.

"When did yo say the daye was"

"?"

"Date*"

"You*"

he's a fast typer.

-Hated seeing you talk to other guys when he was just crushing on you, mostly pissed at himself for not growing a pair and asking you out though.

okay this is just a scenario I cannot stop thinking about once I said that:

you were freshly broken up with your cheating boyfriend- well, you were never labeled but he made you seriously think it was exclusive and that'd piss you off beyond belief, Miles was the perfect shoulder to cry on. Never once did he make a move on you during that time. "That prick said he didn't care for labels but got a public girlfriend after 4 months of being with me!" You mumble out with small tears of frustration pooling in your eyes, your vision was blurred a bit so you couldn't see Miles reaction. He was seething.

how could a guy just use and fuck with you like that? He doesn't deserve to even be treated as a man, much less a person.. But Miles simply comforted you in that moment and reminded you how it was to be cared for platonically, or at least that's how he showed it. The next day? your 'ex' was nowhere to be found, the day after that: he went to school battered and bruised, broken nose, black eye, limping and bandaged everywhere. He told everyone that he was just chilling out in an alleyway by his house and some rando with a purple dark mask and metal gauntlet kind-of-thing just attacked him. weird. Vague coincidence that Miles' knuckles are bruised and he visibly bites back a grin as he hears your ex talk about it. what helped most was that when you told his girlfriend about what your ex did to you, she dumped him and told everyone exactly why, which made him lose any pity he could have gotten.

-Was terrified to tell you he was prowler, never knew how you'd actually react. THATS IT OMFG IDK- DO I MAKE A P4?!

#across the spiderverse #42 miles morales #miles morales headcanons #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x you #miles earth 42 #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles x reader #miles morales #part 3 #tysm for the support #Insuke

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tanadrin · 1 year

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SCOTUS justices whining about criticism of the court really is the most pathetic shit. like, every branch of government comes in for criticism sooner or later; the aura of SCOTUS as somehow an apolitical arbiter of freedom is both a relic of a previous era (largely a holdover from big civil rights wins of the Warren court, i would argue), and also plainly a lie (the court has always been an intensely political institution). so the fact that people aren’t reverentially sucking the court’s dick isn’t unusual, it’s a reflection of the fact it’s just another branch of government, and not one that has some kind of mystical, moral authority the other two lack. and the reason for this criticism is quite obvious--decisions totally out of touch with public opinion and blatant corruption are things other branches of government also get raked over the coals for!

alito is angry that he isn’t getting reflexively treated as a high priest of the american civic religion, because he thinks he deserves it, and that’s absolutely a nonsensical way to treat government officials.

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ticklishraspberries · 8 months

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False Belief (Inej/Kaz)

Summary: Nina asks Kaz a question, and receives an inconslusive answer. Therefore, Inej investiages. (Written for Day #9, "Lie" of Tickletober!! Hope you enjoy!!)

It’s a rare night of calm at The Slat, the six of them sat around a table, drinking and relishing in a heist well done. It had been just a minor job, but even small victories deserve celebration, right?

Inej sits cross-legged on the bar, her braid loose and a gleaming smile. She nurses a glass in her hand, watching her friends fondly.

They’re all a few drinks in, and varying levels of intoxicated. Jesper and Wylan both are more drunk than just tipsy, and by some series of events, they’ve ended up on the floor.

Jesper is laughing maniacally as he tickles Wylan’s sides, leaving the merchant a giggling mess.

The others don’t pay them much mind, used to their sappy, public displays of affection. Kaz, trying to ignore them, starts talking to Inej about some political official he wanted her to keep an eye on when Nina interrupts.

She’s far from sober, flushed cheeks and giddy smile as she leans over the table and asks, “Are you ticklish, Kaz?”

Jesper has finally let Wylan breathe, and the sound of his panting is the only noise in the room. Kaz turns to her with an annoyed expression, but even he has indulged in more fun than usual this evening, and so the urge to hit her with his cane is severely dampened.

“Don’t be stupid,” he replies. “I grew out of that.”

Everyone looks expectantly between him and Nina.

“Well, his heartbeat stayed the same,” she says with a shrug. “He believes that’s the case.”

“Of course it’s the case,” he snaps. “Regardless, I’d kill you before you laid a hand on me, Zenik.”

Nina rolls her eyes. “Alright, Brekker, relax.” (She doesn’t mention that his heart indicates that his threat is, in fact, a lie. She’s oddly touched that he doesn’t hold much murderous rage towards her, deep down.)

Jesper laughs, stumbling back into his seat. “Don’t worry, boss. I’ll stick to tormenting Wylan,” he says with a wink.

“You do that,” Kaz says, aiming to sound grossed out and instead sounding just the tiniest bit amused, and maybe even a little bit fond.

The conversation shifts on, but Inej is still thinking about Nina’s words. She didn’t say that Kaz was telling the truth: She said that he believed it to be true. She supposes that makes sense—if you don’t know something to be true or false, then how could you lie about it?

As the night winds down, she watches as Kaz limps up the stairs to his room, his cane thudding with each step. It isn’t long before they all call it quits for the evening, and Inej returns to her own room, distracted from sleep by curiosity.

The last few months, Kaz has gotten better with the whole touch thing. Inej is proud of him, although he’d scoff at her if she voiced it out loud. They’ve held hands, hugged a few times, and even kissed on the lips once. It isn’t an easy journey, for either of them, but they’re working on it. She wonders if Kaz would let her touch him like that, to prove his answer.

She thinks about his smile, his laugh. How wonderful it would feel to be the cause of it, not just with her jokes but with her touch, an intimate and sacred thing that only she was allowed to do with him.

Inej falls asleep with a plan in mind.

***

Kaz is sitting at his desk, eyes fixed on the piles of paperwork before him. However, his mind is anywhere but, as it so often is when Inej sits on the sill of his window. Although she mostly stays quiet, her mere presence is distracting, but he assures her that it isn’t.

Now that they have made their first steps in touching one another, Kaz finds himself wanting it all the time. Even on days where the water creeps in, he longs to just get over it and embrace her, to find comfort in her embrace rather than be driven to panic by it. ‘One day,’ her voice whispers in his head, always kind, always understanding.

What is mainly distracting him today is the fact that she has a feather in her hands. It’s a costume feather, probably plucked off of one of Jesper’s ridiculous hats—a bright purple color, long and wispy, and she won’t stop twirling it in her fingers.

His gaze is pulled towards her, over and over again, and this time, she catches him, locking eyes. His ears burn. Inej grins.

“Are you sure I’m not bothering you?” she asks.

Kaz clears his throat. “Of course not.”

If Nina were here, she would call out his lie, but he suspects that Inej can tell, simply because she knows him so well. Lying is something Kaz prides himself on, knows he is good at, can’t afford to fuck up. Being a thief, a conman, whatever, means embellishing and omitting details, becoming another person, convincing even the smartest people of his tricks.

Inej sees right through his acts, and it should infuriate him, but it mostly makes him feel giddy. That Inej, sweet, darling Inej cares for him enough to look through the bullshit and see him. Not Dirtyhands, the Bastard of the Barrel, not even Kaz Brekker; Inej has found Kaz Rietveld, pulled him from the waves and reminded him of softness, of love.

He’s so lost in thought, blankly looking at his papers, that he doesn’t notice her hopping down from the window and making her way towards him. He only looks up when she climbs onto his desk, sitting beside him, long legs hanging over the edge, crossed at the ankles.

“You seem pretty distracted to me,” she says, smiling.

He leans back in his chair, looking up at her, returning her smile. “Perhaps I was lying.”

“Speaking of lies,” Inej says. “I’ve been wondering…”

“About?”

“What Nina asked last night.”

It isn’t the answer Kaz was expecting. Surprised, he blinks at her for a moment. “You heard her. I wasn’t lying.”

“Well, that’s not exactly what she said. She said you believed it to be true, so, maybe you just don’t know that you are. I mean, I doubt anyone has tried such a thing.”

He hates that she’s right. The question had taken him off guard when Nina posed it, but like all good liars and thieves, he’d told a smidgen of truth—he hadn’t experienced such affection since he was a child, so therefore, he had likely outgrown it. But now, with Inej’s proximity, her smile, her clear intent, he isn’t so sure.

Kaz looks down at his lap, willing the warmth in his cheeks to go away, when he feels something soft drag over his cheek, He jumps, eyes darting back to her and seeing that stupid purple feather in between her fingers.

“Why does this matter to you?” he asks, hoping to sound more annoyed than genuinely curious.

“Because I like hearing you laugh,” Inej responds simply.

And how is he supposed to say no to such a thing?

The feather dances over his jawline, beneath his chin, over the shell of his ear, and it doesn’t make him laugh, necessarily, but it turns him into a twitchy, smiling mess. He’s sure if she were to use her fingers, he would be a goner, but she’s testing her limits. He appreciates that.

“It seems like you were lying,” Inej says.

Kaz shrugs. “I suppose so.”

“You better hope Nina never asks you again, now that you know the truth.” Well, shit. He hadn’t thought of that. He can’t be bothered with that right now, because Inej has just found a sensitive spot near his collarbone that finally drew a giggle, and judging by the way her eyes light up, he was going to be there for a while longer.

#tickletober #tickletober2023 #augtickletober2023 #tickle fic #ticklefic #grishaverse tickle #grishaverse ticklefic #six of crows ticklefic #kanej #six of crows #grishaverse #raspberry writes

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leewritestoomuch · 2 months

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Anything with Lee with a super masc female s/o 🙏🙏 she has a wolfcut/short hair, has tattoos, peircings and dresses in baggy men’s clothes (she’s super nice tho). Maybe how Lee is with her and how the other Konoha 11 react to it? Maybeee some nsfw too if she’s a dom?? Love your writing!

Rock Lee with a Super Masc Fem! S/O

Thank you for the request!

NSFW at the bottom!

When this boy decides he likes you, that’s final. He likes you.

So when he saw you, doesn’t matter what everybody else thinks. If they love you, great! If they don’t, he does!

Sooooo even if some might judge your appearance or not be interested, Lee certainly doesn’t. He’d rather just compliment everything about you. Everything.

At first, depending on how you two meet, you might be a little startled. He declared his “love” for you right away.

And you were shocked, maybe even alarmed.

He’s fascinated by your piercings. He wants to know where you got them! How many do you have?? Did they hurt??

Luckily for him, you’re not as mean to him as Sakura was by any means! In fact, you’re really nice, even if you don’t agree to be his partner immediately.

When he notices your tattoos, he’s also asking how many you have of those and what they mean to you.

Let’s say it takes a little bit, but you give bushy brows a chance. (He deserves a chance fr)

So now let’s say the two of you have been going out for a while.

If your clothes are baggy, trust me, he wants to borrow them. He’ll be the bf wearing his partner’s clothes ANYDAY. Give him your hoodie, or hell, your jeans. He’ll wear them.

If you’ve been together for a long time, he starts talking about wanting matching tattoos. (That’d be his first tattoo)

He constantly tells you how your short/wolf cut hair frames your face SO well. Even far into the relationship, he’s constantly complimenting your hair, your piercings, your face, your strength, and how nice you are too.

Even if you were mean, he probably would have called you an angel anyways. But he appreciates just how sweet you are to him.

NSFW

He’s down bad for you. No joke.

I can see him being the type to just come home, had a long day, and does he want to wet his dick? No. No he begs you to sit on his face.

If y’all have ever seen Rock Lee and his Ninja Pals, you’d know that Lee is kind of a perv….

So trust, he’s been thinking about this all day. Once this boy gets a taste, there is no turning back.

After all, you taste so good he could cum in his pants before he ever gets them off just from eating you out.

He whimpers. Next question.

It doesn’t take much to ride him into a blabbering, panting mess. He’s got so much stamina, but so little restraint and tolerance. He’s a MESS.

He’s very submissive with you.

I think he’d try to be in charge a few times, but it’s hard to be in charge when you just can’t handle small touches without shuddering and begging for more.

He’d just forget he’s supposed to be in charge, so it’s best to just stay in charge of things yourself.

If you’re like into like domming him, I could see him being a bit of a brat from time to time. Like how he purposely PLANS to use forbidden jutsu in the past, knowing the consequences. He’d be a brat on purpose, then take his punishment politely.

He’s got a high libido.

And like I said, a bit more silently a perv. Respectfully, in comparison to other guys. But this leads to him being willing to go for quickies in semi-public places like the bathroom or something if you’re willing.

I always think he’d look so pretty if he was overstimulated or denied his orgasm too many times. He’d beg to cum, or beg you to stop because he just can’t take it. He’s shaking at this point.

You two would need a safe word or color system (or both) because he cries for you to stop, but he doesn’t mean it so in order to know that, you’ll need the safe word to be a thing.

Sometimes, if you dom, he’ll act like a brat and punish himself pretty much immediately by saying he must make you cum as many times as you ask. Then tells you to give him a number. (Be realistic for your own body because he WILL follow through 😀)

Some of that nsfw was a little outta pocket. Sorry yall. I’m in love with this man. 😭

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honeysucklebuttons · 1 year

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Any Gonta hc's involving bugs? I'd love to hear them if you'll share! I'm curious what you got c:

Hello! Thank you for your patience, I've finally had some time to think about this wonderful question!! <3

_ In general, Gonta is especially protective of the bugs that have bad reputations. He loves and respects all of the amazing life forms out there, but there's something about them that he relates to, whether he realizes it or not. These misconceptions and fear of "gross" or "scary-looking" creatures that could be aggressive if provoked, with maybe a bite or sting or a disease inside them... well, he knows what that feels like to be seen on such a surface level. He's extremely wary of letting other people handle his own bugs in this category for this reason, until he's really truly sure that they'll be handled safely.

_ Some days it feels like he has an exoskeleton, because of the way the rain falls off of his shape, how kind words can bounce off and he feels like he has to show the side of him that won't waver. Some days he wishes he had one, because skin is easy to tear and bruise and blush, and oh, how it gives him away. But having bones on the inside is good, too.

_ I've mentioned before that Gonta sings a lullaby to his bugs every night, some tune he made up or learned while he was lost. (Maybe he managed to learn how to make certain bug sounds!!) This is true for both his bugs at work and at home! He might add words if there are people around that he doesn't mind singing in front of.......

_ Not really a hc, but please, if you will, imagine Gonta talking to baby bugs in a baby-talking voice, like most people do with pets. He doesn't use it with the adults, though - they deserve to be talked to like adults, after all!

_ Gonta building fun enclosures!! (I'm thinking about people with pet jumping spiders, specifically this one person who made their spider a miniature cat tree to explore for enrichment.) He knows what they need, and he can communicate with them to make their short life spans much more exciting! (Setting up tea parties with things they can eat; having an indoor garden area for the pollinators; etc)

_ There are many reasons that Gonta tears up or cries when his bugs are concerned. Celebrating an unexpectedly long life span, happy birthday!! A fight breaking out that he couldn't stop, between bugs that should have been just fine together... A new clutch of babies are hatching!! Oh, none of them made it... Having a staring contest with someone who follows his every movement!! A funeral for someone he's had a long time... Matchmaking a compatible match, they seem very happy!! An accident happened with the enclosure, or the food, or a person mishandled one of them... At the end of the day, sometimes just thinking about bugs is enough to do it!!!! And sometimes, "IT'S JUST SO TINY" is as valid a reason as any :D

_ Gonta is That Guy at bug conventions- people whisper excitedly about him as he passes by, ask for photos, and more than once, he's had someone come up to him and ask anything from, "Would you like to hold my [species name]?! I'd be so honored if you did!!" to "Would you like to be featured in our publication? Your work proceeds you!" He's getting used to it, slowly.

_ Gonta talks to himself. Gonta also talks to bugs and other creatures. It's hard to tell who he's talking to if he's the only person around, sometimes...

_ He loves bug art and tattoos and, while he might not have any tattoos himself, he ogles politely when people show him theirs! At least a few people have asked to get his scientific drawings done as tattoos and he's always initially like "why tho????" until he sees it and then it's "!!!!!!!!!!!" hehe

Okay I think I'll stop here for now.......... thank you for the wonderful Gonta daydreams, I hope these are what you were looking for! (Hopefully you didn't want specific ones like... how does Gonta feel about ladybugs or something lol) (he loves them, next question) <3 <3 <3

#bugs #danganronpa #gonta gokuhara #headcanons #ask meh #anonymous #drv3

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I don't even know where to start with this episode LIKE OMGGGGG I LAUGHED I CRIED I CRIED SOME MORE AND I CRIED AGAIN AND THEN LAUGHED AT THE END. THE EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER I WENT ON 😭😭😭😭

P. S These are my thoughts and nothing you can say can change my mind so if anyone disagrees please move on. 🤗

Pai gushing about Sky 😭😭 OMGGG I WAS SMILING LIKE A COMPLETE IDIOT LIKE THIS MAN FOUND THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE AND HE CANT STOP THINKING OF HIM 🥹🥹 SKY DESERVES SOMEONE JUST LIKE PAI 😭😭

(Also I legit went to heaven seeing Pai in that Green shirt )

Okay back to episode

PAI YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU ARE SUCH A MENACE IF SKY HEARD THIS HE WOULD HAVE GIVEN YOU A SMACK ON THE HEAD 🤣🤣🤣

Their cute bookstore date and then having Lunch together like Pai is one step closer to literally using a megaphone and announce it to the whole world that he's gonna be Sky's husband 🤣🤣🤣 Man has no control AND I LOVE IT.

To the party (the condo scene is another post of its own) 🤣

I keep seeing everyone blaming Prapai for not moving away from the guy who was pursuing him. But from my point of view it looked like Pai was trying to be polite in a public setting and didn't want to cause a scene and disrespect the guy. He politely told that guy that he was taken and had to literally pry the guys hands away from him. Sometimes it's kind words and actions that make people back away instead of insulting them or pushing them away forcefully.

I was telling at my screen for Sky like BABYYY PLEASEE DONT MISUNDERSTAND HE LOVE YOU PLEASEEE

THE SCENE THAT MADE ME BAWL MY EYES OUT 😭😭😭

When you see a guy who's ALWAYSSS been smiley and jolly and occasionally angry (with reason) CRY LIKE LEGIT TEARS STREAMING DOWN THEIR FACE CRY. YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT TRUST ME. YOU CANT. ITS HEARTBREAKING ON ITS OWN.

AND MY GOD FORT DID DELIVER 🫡🫡🫡

THE SCENE TO TALK ABOUT THE WHOLE SCENE I WAS SCREAMING AND CRYING FOR IT TO STOP.

There is a bit of conflict with this scene but looking from both sides I can understand why Pai did what he did. Was he right to enter Sky's dorm without his permission and look through his personal belongings. No. It was the actions of a desperate man trying to make sense of why he got his heart broken. Pai has always been someone who pushed and pushed until he got the answers. And why Sky was not giving him the room to explain or understand Pai's POV it's pretty obvious why he did what he did. And yes Sky was distraught at the idea of Pai reading through his journal and he asked it to be stopped but looking back I think Sky needed that push to understand that Pai was not playing and that he's in it for the long haul and that a few deeply hurting words isn't gonna push Pai away. Sky needs someone who would fight for him and with him to make him understand that Pai is not going anywhere. It's a bit of a grey area. But completely understandable. We are all humans and when emotions get the better hold of us we turn blind and let those emotions control us.

To be continued ❤️

#love in the air #prapaisky #prapai x sky #prapai #sky #fortpeat #fort thitipong #peat wasuthorn #lita cast #lita #lita spoilers #lita ep12

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Okay, where do I even begin to describe what yesterday did to me? Following all the character descriptions that mentioned these two specifically to be “extremely” busy, I initally assumed that they’d be busy in university related stuff. Thanks to the trailer/other video material, I was proven wrong - and yet, I couldn’t have been more thrilled about it.

So what do we know? A giant digiegg appeared in the sky for approximately the twentieth time by now. And thanks to Takeru, we know that Koushirou has apparently been, once again, suffering from a severe lack of sleep, obviously being very invested in political affairs, explaining and managing the whole issue to the public. And it’s not only him - Taichi is there too, and, according to Hikari, being so stressed that he actively scolded her for calling him while he was busy. Quite the unusual behaviour for the Yagami brother, as Takeru also puts it himself...

Apart from the fact that I wish Toei would finally let these two get some deserved REST, the implications behind the set-up are pretty intriguing. We’ve been discussing whether or not it makes sense that Taichi (approximately 23/24 years old) is already involved in all the political stuff - since this is taking place in February 2012, just one and a half years after the events of Kizuna (Summer 2010), since he had, apparently, just finalized his thesis idea in Spring 2011 according to the end of the movie, but...

I think it makes sense to some degree - because this seems to be an emergency and they needed an excuse for him and Koushirou to not take up so much screentime during the movie again, soooo... Having Koushirou (approximately 22/23 years old) involved at this level is plausible, since he had been publicly invested in Chosen Children related stuff with the community, his company work, etc all the time. And heck... Knowing what direction Taichi was going towards to career-wise, he WOULD have taken him with him to settle things (while the other Chosen did the fighting part), even if Taichi was still in training.

Because that’s what they are - partners in crime, always have been, always will be. Whether they stop missiles together, save the world(s) or take responsibility on a diplomatic level. And that’s EXACTLY what I wanted for them to happen, for us to actually see them working together due to their linked careers, because, it just makes so much sense.

Also their ties? I was very much delighted by the headcanon that Taichi’s tie is actually Koushirou’s, but the shade seems a bit more yellowish than the orange one Koushirou wore in Kizuna. (That aside, Taichi wearing a blue suit, still loyally rocking his associated colour so persistently, is amazing to me.) And Koushirou’s tie is a reddish-purplish shade, as far as I can tell - but that kind of purple doesn’t seem to be his signature colour. (I really wonder if there is anything but suits in his closet by now, but hey, it works for him.)

Instead, I believe that they represent Agumon and Tentomon respectively - and whether they’re both partnerless in this movie or not... It’d be a great homage.

That is all just speculation on my behalf and I do assume that we won’t see any more of them in the movie aside from those 3 seconds, but I’m already happy with the (potential) framing. If I could ask for a happy end for the movie though, a scene like this would be very satisfying.

And they were work buddies...

#my doodles #taishirou #taishiro #digimon adventure the beginning #taichi yagami #koushirou izumi #koushiro izumi #I AM VERY EMOTIONAL OKAY???#i completely lost track of digiweek which i am endlessly sorry about but heck this was such a nice distraction #i am very anxious at the moment so this is making me so unbelievably happy you have no idea #fanart #digimon

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Alright, now that I’ve had some time to process, I’ve come up with some thoughts on what I want to see from Lycoris Recoil’s recently announced second season. Honestly, I’m excited: I always felt that the last episode was more of a season 1 finale than a full series finale, so getting a chance to follow up on all its unresolved threads could lead to something truly incredible. Or it might completely fuck everything up, who knows? Regardless, here’s what I would do if I was in charge of writing season 2, below the cut.

So the biggest issue with LycoReco season 1 is how unconclusive its politics end up being. You’ve got a full-on secret police of cute anime girls maintaining the illusion of peace at any cost, one of the two protagonists rejects the violence-first mentality of her organization and tries to solve conflict non-lethally, the antagonist wants to blow a lid open on the whole scam and show Japan their peace is built on a lie, and the ending resolves... none of that. Majima revealing the Lycoris’ existence to the public is somehow papered over by the flimsiest of propaganda, but both he and his guns are still out there promising to cause havoc in such a way that it can no longer be ignored, and the Lycoris organization remains basically unchanged. It’s clearly trying to say something about the conflict between giving up rights for peace and giving up safety for freedom, but it doesn’t come to any answers by the time the final episode wraps. Which is why I’m glad we’re now getting a season 2, because the inconclusive nature of that ending makes way more sense as a thematic To Be Continued than a conclusion in its own right. And if everything goes right in season 2, it’ll be a lot more forgivable considering what it helped to bring about.

So the big question is, of course, how do you follow up those threads? How do you tell a satisfying story about grappling with a fascist police state that actually, you know, says something about grappling with a fascist police state?

Well, if it was up to me? I’d go full Gen Urobuchi on its ass.

To be clear, I’m not saying LycoReco season 2 should turn into a greek tragedy and kill lots of characters very messily. That’s not the kind of show it’s been, it would be too big a tonal swerve (though I do absolutely think season 2 should be darker overall). No, what I mean is that it should borrow Urobuchi’s fascination with heroic ideals being tested and broken against the complexities of reality. If the ultimate end goal is to either destroy the Lycoris program outright or at least reform it into a non-fascist functioning community service (as it should damn well be), then both our leads, especially Chisato, will have to seriously consider what it means to protect people from harm, and what responsibility a governmental organization like this has to do so ethically. And that’s gonna demand some hard questions that the first season didn’t really get around to asking.

Consider: Chisato’s nonviolent philosophy stems from her desire to create a world where everyone can be happy. She refuses to kill, even when her target arguably deserves it, because she believes she can make a better world by solving things without bloodshed. A noble goal, to be sure, and one that puts her at odds with the rest of the Lycoris program. But, well, it’s not like Chisato is actively fighting against the Lycoris program either. She’s content to walk her own renegade path, solving problems her own way, while the organization she’s a part of continues on its bloody streak regardless. She may not kill anyone herself, but as long as she’s part of the Lycoris program in the first place, she’s still contributing to an engine of death that’s surely executing far more people than she can possibly save. And if Chisato truly wants to create a peaceful world where no one has to die, well... won’t that require doing something about the people who are responsible for the most needless death?

So if I was writing LycoReco season 2? That’s the angle I would explore. Majima’s schemes start causing chaos around Japan, the Lycoris program becomes even more authoritarian in response, and Chisato and Takina are pulled out of semi-retirement in Hawaii to help in the anti-terrorist efforts. But as things escalate and the Lycoris become even more violent and totalitarian in their efforts to keep the peace, Chisato will be forced to confront the fact that like it or not, she’s part of a system that’s working against her pacifistic goals. And if she truly wants to build a better world, then the Lycoris program in its current form needs to go. Which means not just acting as a free spirit inside the program, but outright opposing it and everything it stands for. Thus Chisato and Takina will become targets for both Majima’s terrorists and all our former Lycoris friends from season 1. Of course, plenty of those Lycoris will probably be reluctant to fight Chisato and Takina after they saved everyone’s asses in season 1, which eventually leads to a revolution from the inside as characters like Fuki and Sakura reject their boss’ orders in favor of following in Chisato’s pacifist footsteps. Eventually things climax in a big fight where the Lycoris program is destroyed, Japan is set on a course toward a less authoritarian future, and Chisato and Takina get to kiss in the sunrise of a new world.

Speaking of, Chisato’s crisis of faith could be a really fantastic way to officially jumpstart Chisato and Takina’s relationship into a proper romance. We could get a scene where Chisato’s breaking down over being a part of the Lycoris, saying she has blood on her hands and it can never be washed clean, and Takina steps in to pull her back from the brink and assure her she can still make things right. Just as Chisato freed her from her demons all throughout season 1, now Takina can free Chisato in turn. We can even get a callback to the artificial heart business, Takina can say something like "I was really the one with the fake heart... until you came along and made it real."

That doesn't account for everything, I know. You'd still need to figure out what to do with Mika, how the Lilybells factor into things, where Majima's character journey ends up. But if I was writing Lycoris Recoil season 2, that's the direction I'd take things in. Will the writers take any of that advice? I guess we'll find out in a few years.

#anime #the anime binge-watcher #tabw #lycoris recoil #lycoreco #chisato nishikigi #takina inoue #chisato x takina

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Thor and Loki’s usefulness to Odin in being heir to their respective thrones is definitely some of the main things he values them for but I get the vibe ppl only bring it up to add to the list of proof that he’s narcissistic blah blah blah, when based on how serious he treats his job and his own striving to do his job flawlessly we can tell that he has the same attitude towards himself, and likely Frigga too, it’s just that she never does anything that would make her a bad queen and likely as a woman and queen consort she doesn’t have that much responsibilities and expectations put on her, and it’s also likely the same way he was treated himself when he was heir.

And imo it’s exactly how Loki views it too, based on his speech to Sif + W3 his primary reason to disturb Thor’s coronation was that Thor was unfit to rule, conveying that he feels a deep-rooted responsibility to ppl to for example not put a guy on a throne that’d immediately start a war. He’s got to have learned this from his parents, reflecting that he really internalized the responsibility as a royal family member aka part of the government that Odin expresses many times.

That’s one of the reasons why the play scene in TR felt off to me, cos it’s ooc for Loki. Loki always wanted to prove his worth in order to prove he deserves his place in the family, and I think it partially comes from this attitude he and Odin have towards the matter, hence if Loki did succeed in doing some great deal for Asgard and very tangibly proven his worth, and he’d start getting publicly praised ect. I think it’s way more in character for Loki to find the sudden widespread positive attention from strangers awkward, he'd only find it rewarding cos it’d bring him the kind of praise from his immediate family that he always wanted, but somewhat more importantly, he’d finally live up to his own standards.

Loki was always jealous of Thor but not in the sense he wanted the throne and everything that comes with it but that he wanted to be his equal. So he always wanted private recognition and not public recognition. Part of the jealousy was that Thor fit perfectly what was expected of a prince and Loki not so much, hence ‘failing’ at being a prince. But these ppl’s identities as royals and family members are so deeply intertwined. It’s like Loki’s family never expected anything of him to prove he belongs in the family but to Loki if he’s a bad prince then he’s a bad son, with others but especially Odin showing the same attitude that him being a father and a king are inseparable. And it was all manageable being the ‘underwhelming’ prince but then he finds out he’s not even legitimate by typical rules of monarchy and he’s not even related to them and he’s actually from the race of their sworn enemies, and suddenly in his mind nothing is guaranteed, his place in the family isn’t ‘earned’ with anything and he starts fighting for it and engaging in rivalry with Thor over it. If you get rid of the competition you automatically won, if you one up Thor then you’re the more ‘accomplished’ prince and son now.

It's almost like monarchy is a bad political system or smth and part of it is that it’s inherently traumatizing to the royal family and so the nicest scene we ever get of the three interacting are the two Odin death scenes in TR where they’re just kinda chilling and Odin forgot for quite a while about being a king and just kinda doesn’t really bring this back up in their last meeting cos he’s at peace with his time as king / his time being alive being over.

#mcu #loki #odin #thor #frigga #the odinsons #loki odinson #brodinsons #loki meta #odin meta #the odinsons meta #loki odinson meta #brodinsons meta

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Tell us your top five headcanons for Claude from Fire Emblem!

Oh! Thanks for the ask, friend! I'm always ready to talk about my favourite Golden Deer boy from Fire Emblem Three Houses/Hopes!

Remember: All of these are just my opinion and head canons. This is just for fun! Also, mild content warning: I have brief mention of Claude/Lorenz and Claude in open relationships.

My Top Five Head Canons for Claude from Fire Emblem Three Houses/Hopes

5. Claude likes spicy foods

Okay, this is one I cannot remember if it's confirmed by canon, but in my heart, Almyra has some very hot, spicy dishes. I think Claude can consume quite a bit of spicy food without any discomfort, which I think the vast majority of his house cannot handle. The only one who is strong enough to mostly keep up with him in the Golden Deer is Raphael.

4. Claude's eyes glow when his Crest activates. Also, his Crest is on his body like a birthmark.

Yeah, I know this is one of those widespread headcanons, but it's one I love with all my heart and soul. I'm so weak to magical power tropes that it's not even funny. I sincerely wish that when Claude (and any other person with a Crest) activates a critical hit his eyes glowed. The birthmark thing is just for aesthetic, but could you imagine the absolute Drama a Crest birthmark would add to Faerghus? That's easily an entire new layer for me to consider with say Sylvain's family situation.

3. After Claude gets together with his significant other if anyone gets "too close" to them, he's poisoning them with a case of Very Bad Food Poisoning

This idea stems from conversations I've had with @someobscurereference. While our conversations for this particular head canon are in relation to Lorenz, I think this can apply to whoever Claude is with. Anyways, I love the idea of Claude sitting in some Boring Meeting and watching some official lean "too close" to his significant other and deciding "This person deserves my Tummy Hurt Too Much" Poison. Naturally, Claude will poison this person so nothing can be linked back to him, but his staff are suspicious. However, since he pays them well with benefits and ample vacation time, they keep their mouths shut. This is 100% for the humour as Hilda is 100% aware of what's happening and tells Claude to "relax a bit, please".

2. Claude is 100% wants to support Ignatz's dream to become an artist

I think out of all my head canons, this one is the most self-indulgent. Ignatz's struggle with what he believes he should do VS what he wants to do is a struggle I think is very relatable to many people. While there is never an easy answer, I like to imagine that once the war is over, Ignatz can pursue his art goals and dreams. He definitely has the wealthy friends to back him up and give him the space and room to grow while making sure he's financially well off.

Now, I say this is a self-indulgent head canon because in addition to this, I am a multi-shipper. I have too many ideas of Claude in an open relationship with some of his Golden Deer. (Basically Claude has to pull at least once a "Draw me like one of your French girls" on Ignatz.)

1. Claude accidentally starts a rumour that he and Dimitri are "secret lovers".

I cannot tell you how many conversations in the past I've had with ObscureReference where we've joked about this. This head canon stems from the differences between not just Claude and Dimitri, but their culture. Mostly with Faerghus which has very stout traditions, loyalty, devotion, etc. but also feel like the kind of place where Dimitri accidentally shows some ankle and it causes a public scandal.

Anyways, Claude's joking/flirty nature and Dimitri's polite redirect while hiding his flustered response is a recipe for headlines that read "IS THE KING OF FAERGHUS IN A SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH THE LEADER OF THE LEICESTER ALLIANCE???"

However, since this headline runs in a tabloid magazine, no one takes this seriously. What this does spawn are romance novels where the two main leads are suspiciously modelled after Dimitri and Claude. (Sylvain 100% finds the most "trashy" ones and reads them aloud dramatically while Ingrid and Ashe are Dying on the Couch, ready to kick him out of their book club.)

This rumour is 100% not true (unless you want it to be). As soon as Claude finds out about this, he's Crying with Laughter.

And there you have it! My five head canons about Claude! I hope you like them!!! Let me know, friend!

#personal #replies #fire emblem three houses #my headcanons

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Case #0132806, Dominic Swain Release date: 30 March 2016 First listen: 13th Oct 2020, still on the morning feed duty.

The first instance of Jonny picking on the theatre kids, the first mention of our Gerard, and the first time I heard the name ‘Leitner’.

- The theatre industry is just ripe for the taking for some of The Entities: the punishing scheduled, the costumes and make up, the sets, the props, the shadowy, dark, secret places of a theatre building, the fleetingness of a pay cheque, the faceless audiences, the politics, the aging out of roles... OK, at one point in season 5 I was jokingly indignant for Jonny ‘coming for the theatre kids’, but 1) I was reminded that Jonny himself is very much a theatre kid and 2) it’s kind of a gold mine to be fair.

- I’ve done a lot of amdram, and I am forever grateful to the theatre techs. They make us look and sound good and they stop flats and suspended lights from falling on us. So thank you, you sweet theatre ninjas. May the blackouts always be long enough for you to do your thing.

- Right, hang tight, I’m going to do a quick wiki dive on ‘The Trojan Women’. Post sacking of Troy, husbands dead, families enslaved. And… oh it’s a yikes fest friends. It’s just a laundry list of atrocities. Cassandra though, definitely a candidate for The Eye, the gift of prophecy, with a little The Spiral or The Web thrown in, no one ever believing her.

- Hey, look, I love history and I love messing with history. I lose my tiny mind at the historical references this show pulls on. I freaking love the ahistorical setting of Rusty Quill Gaming. I didn’t think I’d ever identify with Oscar Wilde but goddamnit Alexander! I will keep doing this, this being assigning historical figures to The Entities. Fight me.

- OK, ‘The Seagull’, Chekov- NOPE. Nope not diving into that, too much like hard work.

- Ah, charity shops. Love ‘em. Can find beloved treasures and the most cursed shit in the same visit.

- ‘From the Library of Jurgen Leitner.’ I think at this stage, I was still naive to who this rat bastard was but to this day my phone autocorrects ‘Leitner’ to ‘LEITNER’ as I have screamed about his dusty ass to dodgelogic just that many times. I have a deep love of books and library collections and everything he stands for offends me on a cellular level. If I am ever asked to prepare an monologue for an audition it’s either going to be the statement from MAG165 or the ‘I Hate Jurgen Leitner’ rant.

- There’s one thing I’ve learnt from Rusty Quill; Latin = Bad News. Magnus trailer, chanting in Latin = Bad News. Rusty Quill Gaming, Ancient Rome, Latin = Bad News. A Leitner written in Latin = Bad News. Look, I know a lot of us did the Cambridge Latin Course, yes, including the writers of that one Doctor Who episode, but Caecilius can’t save us now!

- The choice of ozone smell makes perfect sense but there is something terribly unnerving about it. Something so terribly out of place.

- OK, this has nothing to do with the plot but he mentions the show he’s doing is ‘Much Ado About Nohing’ which is quiet possibly my favourite Shakespeare. I refuse to go to my grave quietly before I’ve had the chance to play Beatrice.

- 2007, grbookworm1818… Ms Robinson… screaming

- Leitner active in the 1990’s, 1995 he dropped from public view. OK we’re getting a time line.

- I wonder if there’s any significance to the name ‘Pinhole Books’.

- ‘Walking felt as natural as falling’… my dude.

- Mary Keay. Mary Fucking Keay… See, when we first meet her, tattooed and blasting death metal, I thought she was awesome… yikes. ‘Her Gerard kept and eye out’. And, unfairly again, I formed an opinion. One of a glowering, hulking enforcer.

- Fishing wire and safety razor… huh?!

- The eye painting. "Grant us the sight that we may not know, grant us the scent that we may not catch, grant us the sound that we may not call’. Our Gerard, a very talented artist. Our Gerard deserved so much better, I love our boy.

- ‘Tea tasting of dust and smoke’. I am not as well versed in tea as I’d like to be, but I have had Lapsang souchong tea before. It felt very decadent for my tastes, who’s used to whatever tea bag I can justify paying for, but I really enjoyed it. Every time I hiccuped or burped for the rest of the day I could taste smoke. I felt like a dragon.

- Place book in shadows, get tiny woodland creature bones?

- The Lichtenberg figure, and the first mention of Michael Crew. The smell, the sensation of falling. Waiting for something. For impact.

- Gerard Keay. My son. The description the statement giver gives of him is not flattering; obviously dyed hair, unshaven and haggard. But, I’m sorry, I you had Mary Keay for a mother, you’d be losing sleep too. Any why is everyone so mean about his hair. Can someone just treat him please, take him to a specialist, get it done right?

- £5k for ‘Ex Altiora’, £1,200 for ‘The Key of Solomon’. Where are they getting this sort of money? I’ll have to ask mum about the last fine arts auction she worked, see what sort of money books were making.

- Would have given it away but feared it ‘wouldn’t count’. There’s something about ownership here,something about responsibility. Reminds me of the golems of Ankh-Morepork in Sir Terry Pratchett’s Discworld buying themselves out of, well, slavery. With the passing of coin, no matter how much or little, something else intangible but vitally important also changes hands.

- This section of finding the news report of Gerard on trial for Mary’s murder painted my opinion of Gerard rather poorly. I thought he was some terrible, dangerous person, holding Mary captive somehow. God, I was so wrong.

- ‘If I never hear the name Jurgen Leitner again it will be too soon.’ Jooooon…. Jooooon whyyyyy….

- ‘Library Incident’ in 1994.

- Jon not trusting Martin’s research efforts, sending Sasha to double check. Rude.

- ‘Cause for some small alarm.’…. SMALL ALARM!?…. SIR! LEITNERS ON THE LOOSE ARE CAUSE FOR HEFFING BIG ALARM.

- Unable to locate Gerard Keay… soft weeping

- ‘Jurgen Leitner has done the world enough harm’. I mean… I agree whole heartedly, but, just see how that glass house treats you in 4 seasons’ time.

Supplemental: In looking for the ‘I Hate Jurgen Leitner’ video link, I found that there has been a dramatic reading in the style of The Archivist with a follow up statement taken post-brutal pipe murder included. Enjoy.

Supplemental: dodgylogic has once again come through, a very dear friend who is at once my enabler and sponsor through this ridiculousness. But she had some insight into my question about the significance in the naming of Pinhole Books:

‘A pinhole is how you make a Camera Obscura, a very early form of photography, which is also explicitly associated with The Eye. [x-files theme plays].’ - @dodgylogic

#MAG004 #The Vast #Mary Keay #Gerard Keay #the magnus archives #The Eye

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18, 24, 30, and 40 from the character development questions for Nicholas, pretty please?

18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why? Best case: He realises Ortega and the Rangers aren’t the ones he should focus his revenge on and that they could in fact help him. And if he does that, hopefully he’ll accept other help as well, and realise that perhaps he can also live a life with other aspirations than focusing on past wrongs (though he’s unlikely to let go of things completely and that is fair I think). Worst: He ruins any chance of reconciliation between him and Ortega and either of them die in the process, and also fails to actually accomplish his goal to get revenge on the people who actually deserve it. Most likely: Nic is a person of extremes, so both the best and worst case scenarios are very likely, though I think the worst case scenario could go a little better where he actually gets his revenge but either dies or kills ortega in the process so… not much better.

Personally I’m interested in all possibilities and will definitely explore all possibilities. Also as to what could cause either of these scenarios; could be any little thing really, right/wrong thing said at the right/wrong time, a mistake leading to their plans going awry etc. We’ll see :)

24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference? I think I tend to very much exaggerate how Nicholas acts, but to some extent that is also the way they feel they act - awkwardly and exaggeratedly. However, Nicholas is very careful in how they present themself around people they don’t know, although they do indulge in some more interesting fashion choices, but aside from that most people tend to learn very little about them or their personality - they’re polite but aloof, and never say more than they have to. Most of the Rangers hardly know them and they like to keep it that way - though I think this makes Chen even more suspicious.

Then there’s Julia, she very much upsets Nic’s balance, and I think it is noticeable - though less so than Nic thinks. With her he tends to let even smaller things upset him, but he also laughs more with her. Still, it is different from when he is alone, he doesn’t show her just how depressed and obsessed with revenge he has become - that only comes out when he is alone or partly with his villain-persona. He tries to keep it in check then but he does have to let it all out sometimes and that’s one of the few times he can, so monologue time!

30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much? Nic does need some level of activity, some task to focus on, preferably all their waking hours, because inactivity leads to them getting stuck in their own thoughts and that is always a downward spiral of negativity. He tends to be able to find plenty of things to do, but if there is a time he really can’t do any work and he can’t sleep he tends to resort to his puppet’s head, somehow Yasmin’s mind is safer and lets him focus on the present.

Too much stimulation is also a possibility, Nic finds crowds and just existing in public to be very difficult - while he’s usually fine with performing a persona for one or two people, being among many tends to make them insecure, always feeling out of place, and wears them down quickly. There’s also the fact that they can’t use their powers to help, but has to keep their shields tight to not get overwhelmed. Usually there’s not much more they can do to cope in such situations, except try to leave as quickly as possible - they may even come to the point where they no longer care about making a scene if it gets them away from the situation.

40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is? I think Nic is very fascinated with the Rat King, how they can be so intelligent - they are just rats - how they can have telepathy that works with his own, how they can be alive (though that comes with some unpleasant associations with himself so he’d rather not think too deeply about that). But yeah if he had time he’d try to figure out how the Rat King works, for now he’ll sometimes try to explore new ways of working with them and see how far they can go together.

Since his focus tends to be on his goal, he doesn’t usually have time to express his curiosity any capacity, though there has probably been a few sleepless nights where he’s spent his time researching telepathic rats until 5 AM instead of tossing around in bed.

#asks #fallen hero #sidestep #nicholas dale #thank you kaidan for asking about this disaster of a person

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#belmontcounty #BrookeCounty #DolphSantorine #MarshallCounty #NegativeCampaign #ohiocounty #WestVirginia

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firesnap · 2 years

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Streamers, we've learned over the past year, are capable of creating an audience so zealous and devoted few could have anticipated it. They can sway polls, create massive drives for charity and change, and also harass and bully as well.

A big part of this is because of how involved the content creators are with their audiences. You get personal stories, you get parasocial relationships and twitter notice and chat mentions and it makes people, a lot of very young people, incredibly invested in the opinions and well being of the content creator.

The thing is, before now, an audience like that would never come to someone that hadn't been under significant public scrutiny. Internet celebrities have always sort of skirted under this because there's always been a debate -- are they really a public figure? They aren't in the traditional sense. Are they really meaning to make themselves a public figure just by creating content?

And now we have content creators who can get billboards in Time Square with a twitter comment and can platform someone else to an audience of 100's of thousands of people with millions of potential viewers on youtube and elsewhere.

And now we have to say, with the interactions and sway they have over that audience, that we need to hold the same accountability to internet celebrities that we would give anyone with this much influence.

I'd argue the Manatreed situation is pretty indicative that the time of faceless internet creators is coming to a close. I think cc's are absolutely entitled to their privacy and how much they want to make public. However, I also think the time of faceless creators that don't even want to share basic information to ensure they're not the worst people to platform is ending. No one cared when a streamer made a fake name when they're streaming to 1k or silently putting out youtube content. We've moved past that though.

There are ways to maintain a level of privacy, but still allowing some sort of transparency that should be expected from anyone you're giving an audience that large. Look at Daft Punk and Marshmello and some of the "faceless" musicians. Musicians with huge audience that keep a persona out instead of their real name. Now, I promise you though, we know their names. They're public figures that anyone can look up basic information on to, again, make sure they're not something horrible that people wouldn't otherwise support.

You know, we technically don't know Schlatt's first name? I mean, parts of fandom does, but for the most part we pretend we don't. Look at Techno, he's absolutely revealed his face, but how much of fandom ignores that we know his name and his face because that's what he wants? The blueprint for higher levels of privacy than say Tommy or Hasan is already here.

I just think the days of Corpse Husbands and Dreams and Manatreeds are at an end, and this exact scenario is why. The time we should just allow some random guy to say "just trust me guys" needs to stop. I'm not saying we deserve to know every thing about every person who wants to create content. That's not it. But, we wouldn't allow this kind of good will blank check for anyone else with an audience this size and it's time we reevaluate if that's okay.

Even if the Manatreed situation didn't accidentally platform an abuser, that's just this time. What happens next time? What happens when someone with horrific political views or some sort of horrific agenda is platformed and given an audience for weeks or months? All because they were able to skirt around the very basics of accountability and responsibility associated with this kind of platform?

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