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astrologydayz · 3 months

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ASTROLOGY FUCKING NOTES5💜

MEDUSA ASTEROID 🫦 - 149 CONJUNCT MC IN A WOMAN'S CHART = People c her as beautiful, really beautiful. "Everybody wants her, but nobody can get her" kinda thing. "Stone cold beauty", "won't really let anybody hit". 💜 BLACK MOON LILITH CONJUNCT MOON = a very sexual person, but it's "hidden"/&def not for display for just anybody - People can be really surprised/seriously stunned by how sexual/freaky these people actually can turn out2be!

💘 JUNO CONJUNCT ASC = a VERY loyal person. They can never stand to do anything that comes close to disloyalty. They protect, and stay loyal through all trials - when it comes 2 those they love. Women who have this aspect = born 2 be a loyal/trustworthy wife.

💜 PLUTO CONJUNCT DSC = searching for/attracted2/getting romantic partners who can be very possessive, “edgy”/“rebel like”, shadow searching, intense, calculative, soul deep, power hungry, destructive but transformative, stalker-ish, addicted 2 something, got contacts 2 down under - involved/has been involved in criminality). 💜 BLACK MOON LILITH CONJUNCT MC can be seen as REALLY sexually appealing - people can be all up on them all the time, sexualising them - but they typically hate this. Cuz that's all people see/talk about when it comes 2 them.

💘 VENUS/EROS CONJUNCT/TRINE/QUINTILE PHOTOGRAPHICA ASTEROID - 443 📸💋 show us a person who can look really attractive/sexy on pictures - they're better looking on pics than in rl typically, if they don't got any aspects 2 mc from "good looking"/sexy planets/asteroids.

💘 VENUS CONJUNCT ASC IN A WOMAN'S CHART = usually a "good girl" - she's loving, charming, caring, kind, compassionate & she judges nobody. She strives 2 be one of those who "gives a hand4free" - always ready 2 help. She's also loved/adored by many typically! People can praise her a lot.

🩵 MOON CONJUNCT ASC = a person who can't stop themselves from speaking their mind, all the time - good, or bad. They typically can't lie either - they have a need 2 share/can't really contain themselves from sharing exactly how/what they feel/think. MOON CONJUNCT SADO ASTEROID - 118230 = a person who’s very sadistic, but hides their sadistic tendencies away from the world. People can be shocked by these people, as they don't show any of these traits publicly.

NESSUS SQUARE ASC = a person who tries 2 "ignore"/or push aside their abusive tendencies.

❤️ MARS IN 12TH HOUSE = a person who can have a really hard time with confrontation/problems with asserting/standing up for themselves - they don't like conflicts with others. ❤️ Mars conjunct/square Pluto show us a person with an explosive temper - anger issues, problems with controlling themselves/can show tendencies to be violent - u should def not mess with those who have this aspect in their chart. Revenge is one of the many things these people invented.

NORTH NODE IN 7TH HOUSE/CONJUNCT DSC = a person whose life purpose/theme is marriage/relationships/partnerships!

NORTH NODE CONJUNCT CHIRON can show that one's life purpose/theme is pain - it's something that keeps happening. They can go through so many painful things in this life, that it's just 2fucked up.

PLUTO CONJUNCT ASC people are natural daredevils/rebels. They don't fear anything, or anyone. They live by their own rules - unless something else is overshadowing it, ofc!

SUN CONJUNCT BILK ASTEROID - 4425 IN SYNASTRY = Asteroid person using Sun person for own financial gain/or just gain in general.

NORTH NODE CONJUNCT CHIRON IN SYNASTRY = Chiron person brings a recurring theme of pain 2 the North Node person💔.

💘 VENUS CONJUNCT PHOLUS ASTEROID - 5145 IN SYNASTRY = asteroid person "blows" up/explodes the Venus person's love, affection, attraction, desires, creativity, beauty etc.

❤️ MARS CONJUNCT PHOLUS ASTEROID - 5145 IN SYNASTRY = asteroid person "blows" up/explodes the Mars person's sexual desires/"sex drive", anger, competitiveness, dominance, assertiveness, ambitions etc.

CHIRON CONJUNCT PHOLUS ASTEROID - 5145 IN SYNASTRY = Pholus person blows up the Chiron persons pain/wounds.

THANKS4READING BABE!

I APPRECIATE U, ALWAYS💋

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somewhereincairparavel · 1 month

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If Percy can control a goddess's tears and saliva, poison, and water in a person's lungs, then why can't Jason and Thalia suck air out of someone's lungs to make them momentarily stop breathing atleast for a little while or smth? it's very much possible, i swear am i the only one who feels like the Grace siblings were severely underpowered considering that they're the children of the king of all gods? i get that uncle Rick probably didnt want them to overpower or overshadow Percy, but they could've had atleast a little more power.

Also, it's kinda obvious that Jason constantly getting knocked out is just a cheap and not very subtle way to make sure Jason doesn't "take" Percy's spotlight imo. Rick kind of overdid that to the point it became a joke, it's like he was afraid percy won't be seen as "cool" anymore, if jason had surpassed him, so he did everything he could to undermine jason's power to best of his ability, while simultaneously shoe-horning that jason is a Roman legend who had great achievements. Fine, don't give him new achievements, but couldn't we have gotten a flashback of his old achievements atleast? His fight with trojan, or him toppling the black throne, and fighting krios, atleast in Reyna's pov? Jason winning atleast one solid fight wont hurt anything or make us love percy any less.

It's clear that Rick CHOSE Jason to be Percy's equal or foil, but he never actually wrote them as equals with fair amount of power imo, it was a good idea to have them as parallels, but the execution was terrible. It made it seem like Jason simply exists for the sole purpose of making Percy look better (which isn't even necessary, mind you, bc Percy is always our OG king), by saying "ha! See! Percy is so much better than this useless upstart of a hero!" By giving him all the bad stuff percy doesn't have.

It's kind of like Cho from Harry Potter "existing" to make Ginny look like the superior partner for Harry and was discarded as soon as she served her purpose, scarily like Jason.

Jason's character deserved sm better. He had a great backstory, all he needed was a little more spice to his personality + a little more power

#like even hazel and nico had reasonable amount of power #thalia was just shipped off to the hunters just to be discarded IMO #and Jason was killed off #pjo #pjo fandom #pjo hoo #percy jackson #jason grace #pjo series #thalia grace #leo valdez #hazel levesque #frank zhang #nico di angelo

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minki-moo · 7 months

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𝙗𝙛!𝙨𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 ✧˖°

pairing ♡ san x f!reader tags ♡ oral (f.receiving), toys, edging w/c ♡ 582 rating ♡ m for mature

a/n ♡ i swear i have some fluff otw but this had to be done

ok but imagine you sitting at your desk, minding your own business not even realizing san walking up behind you. he only makes himself know to you when he spins your chair around, his arms on either side of your head as he leans in for a kiss. you let him; you haven't seen him all day and you truly missed him but you were also so busy. so after a few quick pecks on the lips you turn your chair back around, your attention back on your work.

san is openly upset at this. he wants your attention on him and only him right now. he could easily turn you back around and lift you out of your chair, forcing you to take a break and enjoy some cuddle time with him. but san had other things in mind. walking towards you bed, he pulls out the box you keep hidden under there. opening it, he pulls out the pink remote controlled vibrator you both like to use on...special occasions. san walks back over to your desk, getting on his knees and crawling in between your legs.

so engrossed into your work, you don't realize san is basically under your desk until you feel a tug on your shorts. you look down to see san, pulling aside your silk shorts and uncovering your panties. he gives you an innocent look as he runs his thumb over your clothed clit, making you squirm. the more he touched you, the bigger the now apparent wet spot on your panties grew.

after what seems like forever of light touches and teasing, san slips your panties to the side, admiring how wet you are from his touch. pushing your thighs open, he pushes one finger into your tight opening, earning a gasp and a quiet moan from you. slowly thrusting his finger inside you, he takes your swollen clit into his mouth, enjoying the taste of you on his tongue and the noises you make. distracted by the overwhelming pleasure you're feeling, san takes the opportunity to slide one more finger inside of you, the tip of his middle finger hitting that your sweet spot, making you moan a bit louder, rocking your hips into his mouth.

seeing you like this makes san want to forget his whole plan and make you cum on his fingers, but seeing you convulse, begging to cum after being denied right before your release is a much better sight. removing his fingers from inside you, he takes the vibrator and rubs it through your folds, covering it in your slick before lining it up with you hole. the stretch you feel is only slightly painful, overshadowed by san's mouth still gently sucking on your clit. once the vibrator is inside completely, he gets up, gently taking your jaw into his hands and kissing you, the taste on you on his tongue making you lightheaded. the almost silent click is the only warning you have before the sudden vibration makes you scream into san's mouth.

you grab at your chair's armrests, squirming and coming ever so close to cumming. but right before your climax hits you, the vibrations stop, making you whine into the kiss. san takes his lips off of yours, looking down at you in a smug satisfaction.

"now, baby", he says, "you can work all you want, but you're gonna keep that inside you until you're begging me to make you cum. how does that sound, precious?"

tags ♡ @abby-grace @stolasisyourparent

#ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #ateez headcanons #ateez san #san x reader #ateez x reader #san smut #san imagines #san hard hours #san hard thoughts #bf!san #god hes so hot #for no reason #love him

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its-time-to-write · 11 months

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Hello! Maybe one where Nate kisses the reader like he did Keeley but they’re dating Jamie and he gets very upset but then they call him down and it’s sweet at the end ❤️

This one got real intense, real fast. Deals with some trauma after an unwanted kiss, so be discerning when deciding if you want to read this. Jamie’s really sweet, but this mostly ends up as a look at how it feels when someone does something you have a hard time laughing off.

i can’t breathe without you

It all happens so fast, really. One minute you’re alone in the boot room, talking to Nate about his day, and the next his lips are pressed against yours. Your entire mind freezes and all you can think is Jamie, and you must say something to that effect because Nate is bumbling through an apology, something about misreading signals and being an idiot, but what you’re really hearing is that he thinks any girl who is nice to him, is attracted to him.

You’re not.

He should have known, your mind reasons. He should have known you were with Jamie.

All rational thought is overshadowed by tears threatening to fall. You say, “I have to go,” and then flee the boot room, leaving Nate standing there all alone.

You’re not really sure where you’re going, but you’re running, pushing past people in an effort to just get out and get away from the feeling of his lips on yours.

I didn’t want it, you tell yourself. Didn’t want, didn’t want, didn’t want.

You knock into Ted in your rush. “Hey there, darling, you alright?” he asks, all fatherly concern. You nod your head once and then are gone, pushing through the door and out into the parking lot. You’re running, running fast. Anything to have control over the way your body feels, to hit the reset button, to forget.

Jamie will understand, he loves you, he’ll understand, your mind tells you.

You push it away, because now is not a time for hope. Jamie is a man, and they are all the same. Your ex, Connor, broke up with you when a boy kissed you at a frat party. Never mind that you were shoving him off you before his lips even made contact. Never mind that you had been trying to turn your head away. Never mind that he had seen the whole fucking thing and still decided that you were, in his words, “too easy.”

You’re so distracted by your thoughts and your desperate escape that you barely register Sam’s voice and sprint to catch you until his hand has reached for your arm and you violently shake it away, saying, “don’t touch me,” voice hoarse.

He instantly lets go and backs up, hands in the air.

You must look feral, eyes wide, hair flying. Face white.

Sam’s face has concern written all over it as he asks, softer, “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” you say, just a bit too forcefully. “I’m fine, I just, his lips and I didn’t want it, I swear I didn’t, I didn’t even do anything, but I feel them, and I didn’t do anything I promise, please, please don’t tell Jamie.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until tears fall onto your shoe. Sam’s previous concern has nothing on how he is now. He is downright worried.

“Do you need me to call someone?” he asks.

“No!” you reply. “No. I’m fine. It’s just- Nate kissed me, and I promise I didn’t want him to, he just did, and it’s probably my fault but I love Jamie, not Nate, and I need him to know that, ok? I can’t, how am I supposed to keep going, I can’t-” You’re beginning to hyperventilate now. Sam’s hands are up, like he’s calming a wild animal.

“Hey. Hey now. Why don’t you sit down. It’s alright, it’s just you and me. Take a deep breath for me, alright? Follow my lead.”

You follow Sam’s directives and sit with your head between your legs. Sam takes a moment to type out a message to Coach Beard, while you’re distracted. It says, Find Nate before Jamie does, because who else would it be, and Sam knows Beard will be able to assess and handle the situation properly. Meanwhile, he’s got to calm you down.

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Inside the locker room, Beard’s phone dings. He looks away from where Ted is talking to Jamie and then frowns. What are the odds this text is related to you bumping into Ted? Beard, betting man that he is, is sure they’re good. He goes to find Nate.

Nate is still in the boot room, acting as if nothing’s wrong.

He looks up in surprise when Beard walks in.

“Oh, um, hello,” he says. “Is everything alright?”

So he’s clocked Beard’s angry face. At least he’s not a complete imbecile.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Beard replies, arms crossed and face stony as ever. “What happened to Jamie’s girlfriend?”

One stammer from Nate is all Beard needs to hear.

—

Ted tells Jamie, and Jamie is livid. Ted’s phone dings with a help please text from Sam because he has no idea how to help you, and Jamie’s anger reaches a whole new level.

Beard thinks they should let Jamie have a go at Nate. Roy agrees, and thinks maybe Jamie could use some help. Nate isn’t present, Beard says something about being stuck in the boot room with the handle broken off. Ted knows Beard well enough to know exactly what happened, but now isn’t the time to comment. Beard has both punished and protected Nate, and there are more pressing things at hand. You, for starters. And Jamie, with murder on his mind.

“Jamie,” Ted says, “I’m gonna need you to listen real good. I don’t know your girl very well, but I do know she has a sweet spirit. You go out there guns blazing, and it’s just going to validate every crushing thought she has about herself.”

Jamie opens his mouth to speak but Ted puts up a hand. “Doesn’t matter that you’re not mad at her, she’ll take it that way. Things like this are tricky. You want her to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you are 100% on her team.” Ted stops. “You are on her team, ain’t you?”

Jamie stares at him. “You think I fucking blame her for that prick mistaking her bein’ nice for flirting?”

Ted shrugs. “She ever told you ‘bout her last boyfriend? Matter of fact, she ever tell you about any of her other relationships? You might be surprised what kinda boys are out there pretending to be men. Now, I gotta go make sure she’s gonna be ok. You,” he points to Roy, “don’t let Jamie out till he’s calmed down. You,” he points to Beard, “go figure out a way to get Nate unstuck from the boot room.”

Beard says, “consider it done, Coach,” and Roy just grunts.

Ted is gone, and it’s just the three of them and their separate manifestations of their anger.

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Your head is still on your knees when you hear footsteps approaching. Sam has been sitting on his haunches, two feet away from you. Close enough so you’re not alone, far enough to give you some space.

The footsteps make your head jerk up. The fear in your eyes is enough to break Ted’s heart. He’s never had a daughter, but he’ll be damned if this isn’t how a father must feel.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, crouching down, voice soft. “What can I do you for?”

His voice is just reminiscent enough of your own father’s that you launch yourself into his arms, crying.

“Sh, sh, it’s alright, I’ve got you,” Ted says. You have a death grip on him. “Just let it out.”

You’ve almost completely cried yourself out when Ted says, “What do you want to say?”

You pull away and sit back on the curb, hand covering half your face. You shake your head.

“It’s alright, darlin’. I’m not gonna hurt you. Just want to know what’s wrong so I can help.”

You choke out “Jamie,” and both Ted and Sam are surprised enough that neither of them know what to say. They wait for you to continue.

A few more tears fall before you say, “I just love him so much. I don’t want to lose him. I need him to know that I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want it. I wasn’t flirting, I swear. He just kissed me out of nowhere and I can’t get rid of the feeling, I just can’t-” You start wiping your lips violently with the back of your hand.

“Hey, hey listen- listen to me,” Ted says. You lower your trembling hand. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that your whole body is shaking.

“None of this, and believe me when I do say ‘none,’ is your fault. Jamie ain’t like those other boys you were with. He knows who you are. You did nothing wrong. He’s hopping mad, sure, but not at you. His hearts in the right place. He loves you, and I’m pretty sure if you gave him half a chance, he’d love you forever. There’s nothing that’s going to change that.”

You’re beginning to register Ted’s words. You’re glad he and Sam are out here, and that you’re not alone. Vaguely, you hear the building door open from across the parking lot. There’s a different set of footsteps now, running ones, that come to a crashing halt in front of you.

You flinch.

You hear Jamie inhale jerkily and dare to look upward.

He looks a mess, eyes red and hair mussed. He kneels down slowly to where you’re curled up.

He doesn’t even know where to begin with you flinching, but by god every breath Nathan Shelley draws is just one closer to his reckoning.

Jamie breathes out your name, and finally, finally, you make solid eye contact. He reaches for you, and you take his hand, letting him draw you into his lap.

He holds you and rocks back and forth, whispering into your hair while the others quietly get up and back away.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. It’s just you and me. I love you and I’ve got you.”

He’s got you, you tell your mind.

Yes, your brain agrees, he’s got you and he loves you.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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firsttimewriter92 · 8 months

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Neighborly shenanigans Pt. 4

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f! reader (Neighbor AU)

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3

Description: Simon said he wanted to to take you out on a date again. So why haven´t you heard from him in about a week?

Warnings: cursing, fluff, pining and longing getting stronger, reader is not vegetarian; little bit of angst, scared Simon, little bit of angst

Word count: 3.414

A/N: Hi everyone <3 This is part four of my slow burn fic about Simon Riley and reader.

This chapter takes us deeper into Simon´s mind, fears and reluctance. I hope you enjoy <3 It´s not beta read.

About a week after your first date with Simon, you wondered if he actually wanted a second one. You hadn’t seen him since his lips left your hand that evening. The hand that was somehow still tingling every time you thought about the encounter. He hadn’t knocked on your door, you hadn’t heard him sing in the shower. Now that you thought about it, there was not a single sound coming from the apartment next door. But before you knew that Simon actually lived there, you hadn’t paid much attention to it anyway. After realizing you had a neighbour, you were paying much more attention. You´d heard him moving around, rattling pots and pans, talking to Riley.

For one week now, eerie silence again. It was unnerving and calming at the same time. Unnerving because you didn’t realize how accustomed you became of the fact that Simon was living next to you and now there was nothing.

Calming because you hadn’t exchanged phone numbers yet and his absence meant, he didn’t have an opportunity to ask you out again. So, he wasn’t ghosting you. Right? But where was he? Away for work? What did he do anyway? You´ve talked so much during your date but your occupation never came up. Maybe a work trip. Yes.

Just as you solidified the thought of asking him for his number in your head you heard a dull thump outside your door. Then, two seconds later a soft double knock came down on your door.

Heart hammering in your throat you jumped up from your couch, controller haphazardly thrown down onto your coffee table as you quickly made your way over to your door.

Without looking through your peep hole you pulled it open, and your jaw hit the floor.

“S-Simon?” you hesitantly asked the huge black mass in front of you. It was dark out and he hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights in the corridor. The soft light from your entry way illuminated his slumped figure. He was wearing black jeans, a solid black shirt and leather jacket. But what had your attention most of all was the fact that he wasn’t wearing his normal mask. He wore a balaclava that hid his blond hair completely. Across his mouth, the image of a skull gleamed menacingly at you. A weary feeling settled in your stomach. Your eyes switched from the skull over his head and finally settled onto his eyes. The slither of skin that was visible underneath the balaclava was smudged with black paint. His eyes looked dull, the usual twinkle in them overshadowed by something slightly haunted.

He looked at you intently, his head slightly inclined before he spoke. His voice sounded tired, worn out. “Do you always rip your door open to strangers like that?” He didn’t sound annoyed or angry as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Instead, he sounded worried beneath the tiredly slurred words.

“I don’t get visitors. Especially not at this hour. I figured it was you, and you´re no stranger” you said quietly, regarding him with a slightly worried look yourself.

“You should really check your peep hole. Could have been God knows who.” You only nodded without answering verbally. Simon sighed deeply and scratched the back of his head.

“I wanted you to know I didn’t forget” he rumbled. “About…what I said.” His eyes gave you a sheepish look. “But before I could ask for another- “he stopped, trying to find the right word.

“Date?” you asked with a slight chuckle. “Hmm” he grunted his response. “-date, I had to uhm…go.” He was aware of the fact how lamely he ended his sentence and was visibly frustrated. He huffed, looking anywhere but at you.

Ok, this is going nowhere, you thought.

You stepped aside and gestured for him to enter your apartment. Even underneath the balaclava and his face paint you could see the surprise in his eyes. “Simon, come in, for crying out loud.”

Hesitantly, he scooted down and lifted his massive duffle bag off the floor. When he walked in, he again gave you a look that was filled with surprise and weariness. You walked in behind him and had to stifle a giggle when you saw this massive man standing in your living room, duffle bag in hand and seemingly lost. “Sit down, Simon” you said gently and watched him do so as you walked over to your kitchen counter and filled your kettle with water.

“I´ll be right back” you said as you passed him. His head snapped up as if he wanted to say something but stayed silent. Not even a minute later you stood before him, handing him a box of your makeup removal wipes. “Don´t know if they´re strong enough” you shrugged when he took them, looking up at you like he´d just seen you for the first time. “You can get cleaned up somewhat. I´ll be over there-” you pointed to your kitchen, “-having my back turned. I´ll make us some tea. Take your time.” All this was said with a quiet, gentle tone. One you´d probably use when trying to call a stray animal to you without frightening it. You smiled at him reassuringly and retreated to your kitchen as you´d said.

Your back was turned to him when you started preparing the tea. The slight rustling of clothes could be heard from behind you before a pop reached your ears and you knew he opened the makeup wipes. Happiness washed over you when you thought about him being able to remove his mask even though you were in the same room.

Taking your time preparing the tea, you poured the hot water over the bags and waited another two minutes. Here and there you could hear Simon moving behind you, his duffle bag being opened and closed again. “Tea´s ready” you said without turning. “You decent?”

You heard a deep, beautiful little ´hehe´ before he answered. “Yeah, darlin´, all good here.”

Thank the gods you weren’t holding the cups of tea yet, your fingers suddenly feeling a little numb as another slight shockwave ran over your skin, hearing the pet name again.

Taking a deep breath, you turned with the teacups in hand and walked over to Simon who was still sitting on your couch a little awkwardly. He´d removed his balaclava and was wearing his usual black mask again. His golden hair on full display but it was in a right state. Not adorably tousled as usual, it stuck out in weird places, lying flat in others and, what seemed like sweat crusted some strands to the skin of his temples and forehead.

With a smile you handed him one cup and sat on your couch next to him. He followed you with his eyes attentively. You were just about to situate yourself sideways on your couch so he could drink his tea in piece when he sat down his cup and gently touched your elbow. “No, wait” he said and looked you straight in your eyes. You sat your own cup down, facing him this time you waited for whatever he wanted to say.

Simon was seemingly fighting with himself. He opened and closed his mouth several times, took deep breaths before exhaling them in frustration and thrummed his strong fingers over his knees.

“Why aren’t you asking questions?” he finally croaked. He almost sounded defeated. You sighed.

“About the skull?”

“Yes”

“About your absence?”

“Yes”

“About the face paint?”

“Yes. Yes. Why aren’t you asking?”

He really seemed to be curious about it, his voice stayed stoic though.

“Would you answer those questions or avoid them?” you asked him instead and watched his eyes widen momentarily. He broke eye contact and looked at his shoes.

“Thought you´d do that” you said. “Simon, why would I ask you questions that I know I´m not getting an answer to? That make you feel uncomfortable or you´re maybe not even allowed to answer? It´s a waste of time. What matters is that you´re here. You wanted to let me know that you haven´t forgotten me or that you didn’t want to avoid me and that´s good enough for me…for now.”

Simon looked at you like you´ve lost your mind, shaking his head. “I am a stranger” he whispered almost to himself. It was your turn to shake your head. “No, you´re not” you said. Something shifted in the air between you. You felt him slip, his fight or flight mode on full force and flight seemed to be on his mind the most. His legs twitched and panic settled in your stomach.

“I´m guessing it wasn’t some sort of weeklong paint ball retreat á la Call of Obligation?”

That did it. Simon threw his head back onto your couch and laughed boisterously and so loud, you jumped several inches from your piece of furniture. He covered his face with both hands before he let out a high pitched and gleeful “No. No it wasn’t”, dissolving into giggles again. A huge weight lifted from your shoulders when you saw his respective ones shake with laughter.

A minute later he sat back up and rubbed his eyes before looking at you again. The little spark back in those pools of hazel.

“Try again” he said, voice scratchy and smooth all at once. He looked at you like he´d given up on something that had held him back before. Instead, being open and vulnerable in front of you.

“You´re military.”

It wasn’t a question and he recognised that immediately. The gleeful smile in his eyes vanished but he was still looking at you earnestly.

“What makes you think that?” he asked, well knowing that it was a rhetorical question. You were spot on, and you knew you were by his reaction alone. No beating around the bush needed at this point.

“I can see the chain of your dog tags” you whispered and gestured vaguely to his neck. “Put one and one together.” You shrugged but your stomach was twisting with nerves.

Simon didn´t talk for a few seconds. He regarded you with a mixture of disbelieve, relief and pride before speaking evenly.

“You truly are a bright one. I am. Military, that is. You´re right.”

Silence spread when you registered what he´d said. His eyes still trained on yours he was patiently waiting for your response.

“Well, I guess that explains a few things” you said after a while and exhaled a breath you hadn´t noticed you´d held.

“Does it?” he asked a little perplexed. “Like what?” You huffed out a laugh and raised your eyebrows in question. “Like your mask. Comparing it to what you wore when you knocked on my door, I can guess which direction this takes.” His eyes crinkled as he nodded encouragingly.

“The way you move. It seems like none of your movements is wasted or unnecessary. It´s precise and almost calculated.” Again, he nodded. “Riley” you suddenly breathed and looked at him with big eyes.

“Yeah” he said calmly. “She´s with me sometimes. She´s excellent at sniffing out explosives.”

“Where is she?” you asked next. “Quarantine” Simon answered. “We were…far away this time. I can pick her up in 24 hours. She´s not exactly my dog but she goes ballistic in the kennel, so they let me take her home.” You smiled a little at that. And then the worry for the both of them hit you like a ton of bricks. Your stomach twisted painfully, and a cold sweat broke out across your back. Simon must have read you like a book. His eyes grew worried and sad immediately and he leaned back a little, away from you. Somehow that made it even worse.

“That right there is exactly why I should have kept my fuckin´ distance” he growled through gritted teeth and shook his head. He looked like he was about ready to punch himself in the face. Another wave of panic washed over your body but before you could say anything he looked at you again. Your heart sank at the sight. Simon looked like a beaten dog, looking at you and begging to be loved and accepted. “Why can��t I keep my distance from you?” he whispered pain stricken into the void.

It was futile to try and stop what you were about to do.

Simon´s POV

This can´t be happening. What was he doing? He saw it in her eyes. The fear. This was the moment he always avoided under any circumstance. This is why he never allowed himself to have any relations outside the military. How was she supposed to understand? His heart felt like ice the moment he saw the weight of her findings finally setting in. Why was he so fucking selfish? Why couldn’t he leave her alone?

He was ashamed of his weakness. The weakness that would cause her pain. He couldn’t do it.

His soul felt ready to split in half. On one hand, her presence, her innocence and overall goodness made him believe in the good that still lingered in this world. Made him more sure about why he was fighting tooth and nail whenever it was required of him. It was for people like her. It was for her.

He left on that mission with her on his mind. Wreaking havoc amongst his enemies with a wrath that made even Soap MacTavish cower away from him, no joke on his lip, no quick remark.

He felt the need to make her understand why he was gone for so long without a word, the second they were relieved. He´d blown all caution to the wind. A mistake as he now realised. She´d figured it out. And now, she´d gradually realise that being close to him would only mean worry and pain. And he had caused it.

Only because she´d bewitched him mind and soul. Let him dream of a future, let him fucking relax and look forward to the next day with more than duty on his mind.

And now, she surprised him yet again. He couldn´t figure her out and it was a breath of fresh air like he´d never experienced in his life. She was a mystery. An enigma with the ability to surprise him.

She was a magnet. She was funny, she was bright, she was beautiful, she was hugging him.

His body froze. He felt her warmth on his lap, around his neck, against his chest, in his heart. Felt her squeeze him lightly to try and bring him back to earth. It was a task. How? Why? What did he do to deserve it? He´d brought nothing but evil tidings to her tonight. However it seemed like she didn’t think so.

“Hug me back, damn it” she whispered into his ear with a tight throat.

It took him no less than a nanosecond to fulfil her wish. His arms lifted and crashed her to him with force. Once. Just once he wanted exactly that. Hug her, feel her body against his. Ignoring the fact that she was already nestled comfortably in his heart. She was there for minutes. Sitting in his lap, her arms wound around his neck, weighing him to earth like nothing ever had. She gave him comfort, she gave him a moment of piece. The moment she moved her thumb lightly along the hairline at the base of his neck, he shivered violently.

She must have thought he didn’t like that and loosened her grip. “No” he breathed into her neck, rubbing his forehead against her pulse point there. “Just one more minute.”

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Simon was a furnace. You´d never expected him to run this hot but the moment your hands wrapped around his neck you felt a burning sensation shoot through your body. It was calming, comfortable and somehow so familiar. The second you saw his eyes you couldn’t control your reactions anymore. Damned be your insecurities. Damned be your fear of rejection.

For some unknown reason you knew what you both needed. The thought of him, and Riley for that matter, being in actual mortal danger scared and worried you shitless. How could it not? But why did you feel this way? Simple. Because they held a significance in your life. To what extent you didn’t know yet. But it was obvious that they did. Even after a short time.

You held onto Simon for a couple of more minutes. Felt his steel like body slightly move underneath you, didn’t care about the fact that you were sitting in his lap, your thighs bracketing his, his chest moving against yours with deep, controlled breaths. Again you were able to smell his manly, citrusy scent. It invaded your mind and your ability to think clearly.

Simon took a last, deep breath before removing his forehead from your neck, looking up at you. A sense of relief washed over you when you saw the calmness in his eyes. The crinkles that formed around his eyes yet again still had some residue of black paint smudged in between them. Slowly as to not break the spell, you lifted your finger and gently wiped at the corner of his eye. He closed them gently. You saw his lashes flutter and felt an enormous pull towards him. Leaning forward just slightly you waited for his reaction.

He opened his eyes. They were so close, once again you saw the flecks of gold in them. You could feel his hesitation.

“Let me deal with it” you whispered, looking him straight in the eyes. “On my terms. But please, Simon. Please, don’t close yourself off. Your presence…it makes me happy. Still does now. Don´t take it away.”

He looked at you like you were the only other living creature on this earth and he slowly nodded.

“I give up” he said, choked up and smiling still. “You win, sweet darlin´.”

“´S not about winning” you said, chuckling.

“Yes, it is.” He said with emphasis. His hands moved and encased your face. Your whole face as you realised. They were much more massive up close.

“You won´t let me leave you alone. I can´t leave you alone. I´m not strong enough. And that´s fine with me.”

Gently he guided your face towards his. Your foreheads touched and he spoke again. His voice vibrating through the air. “I won´t ask you not to worry. What I ask is that you stay the way you are and try to forget what my occupation is. I know you won´t. You´re too bright for that. But please, try to...to-”

“I will. I promise.” You moved your head left and right reassuringly and it seemed to be enough for him. You moved off of his lap quite clumsily. Neither of you wanting to give up the others warmth just yet. Not knowing exactly how to handle the situation you once again watched him grab his duffle bag and walk to your door. He opened it, turned to you and without hesitation, grabbed you around the waist with one arm and brought you close. Slightly surprised by his bluntness you started to giggle.

Simon seemed to like that a lot. He pierced you with his gaze, hypnotized you to the spot.

“Next Friday, when I pick up Riley, I´ll make us Dinner. Does that sound like something you´d like?”

Again your body shivered in his arms. “Very much” you answered.

“Good” he said. And without another word he pulled you closer still and moved his lips to your forehead. It was like there was no mask in between you. Staring at his throat you felt his lips pursing against your skin. Felt the pressure behind it, felt the desperation and longing. It surged through your veins like a shot of high percentage alcohol. Your tummy filled with warmth and indescribable happiness.

This whole evening. The uncertainty, the worry, the revelations…all worth it, just to feel this act of belonging, trust and dare you say, love.

Simon let go reluctantly. His hand was still on your waist when he unfolded his body to his full hight, squared his shoulders and smiled. You knew what his eyes looked like when he smiled.

“Friday,” he whispered. “I´ll make whatever you like.”

A wide grin appeared on your face. “I like steak” you simply said and heard his chest rumble.

“Perfect” he said. Somehow you got the feeling he wasn’t just talking about your choice of dinner.

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With the release of chapter 138 of the manhwa, we got to see the first attempt at brainwash up close, and also how Penelope’s suspicions cement themselves as true. Time for another chapter analysis and theory-crafting session RAAAAH 🦅🦅 (be mindful that it contains spoilers!)

We’ve seen before how Penelope had this idea that the Laila was Ivonne, and it appears that she’s becoming more and more convinced of it.

Penelope is very much creeped out by this, and also doesn’t feel inclined to interact with ‘Ivonne’ more than necessary since this signals the ending of hard mode approach. Though that does not stop ‘Ivonne’ from trying to get close to her…or better yet, to play victim whenever Penelope’s around, to try and make it pass off as Penelope’s doing, with fake tears and everything.

After a conversation, which Penelope cuts short (understandable), ‘Ivonne’ tries to follow her but trips and falls. To someone else it might look like Penelope might’ve done it (that is exactly what ‘Ivonne’ aims at).

Penelope catches her mid-fall, and notices with dread for the second time that ‘Ivonne’ is unnaturally cold, just as you’d expect a corpse to be.

This is the part where Penelope gets overwhelmed; it hits her that this might truly not be the real Ivonne and so Penelope tells her to pretend like she doesn’t exist, she’s basically telling her to do whatever she wants because she won’t intervene with her plans.

This is where you can see how things are starting to affect Penelope mentally, but also physically as she will become increasingly thinner because she avoids meals to not be anywhere near the ‘real daughter’.

During this, Reynold comes back from training assumedly, and something interesting happens with him, something that can be seen in his eyes, basically that strange glow.

His change in demeanor is very odd, as he tells Penelope off for whatever reason, accusing her of wanting to hit Ivonne all along. It all spirals when he uses Penelope’s past against her, aka what she told him in the attic, saying that her behavior is the motive she isn’t treated as an Eckhart.

It makes something in Penelope snap, because she actually had high hopes for Reynold, but in the end she got disappointed again. Her words “You haven’t changed at all.” get Reynold out whatever trance he was in and he follows after her where he apologizes for having misunderstood. This is where the chapter ends currently.

From here the theory-crafting/speculating starts.

Some time ago, SUOL-nim made a post on her Twitter/X account where she posted this image:

This is one of those moments when you applaud the artist for their great attention for details, because if you look closely there’s a pattern going on. Both Reynold and Derrick have this pink highlight at the bottom of their eyes, but when you look at Ivonne, she has a green highlight.

I was suspicious when I first saw it, but looking at it now, it was obviously overshadowing.

We can see it more clearly here, right under her pupils where the green spots appear. It looks unnatural and artificial, almost as if it wasn’t meant to be there in the first place.

It could be related to the glow that appears in Reynold’s eyes when he is under the control of the brainwash.

I think that Reynold wasn’t supposed to break free of the brainwash here. But when he does shake off the effects of the mind control, you can see how his gaze changes from indifferent/angry, back to normal.

When there’s that unnatural glint in his pupil, his eyes look lifeless, with most of the light having been sucked away from them, and the usual pinkish highlights turn a murky grey. Even the blue’s shade looks darker and more muted.

Maybe this might be the initial stage of the brainwash? What if it changes and becomes even more evident the longer the target is under the effects of the brainwash?

Tbh I’m curious to see how the others’ eyes changes under the effects of the brainwash and how they look even while resisting it. After the greenhouse scene (which is going to be in the upcoming episodes) it is hinted that Callisto seemed to resist being brainwashed, can’t wait for that.

#el’s thoughts #el’s rants #chapter analysis #exited to see more details lol #penelope eckhart #penelope eckart #reynold eckhart #reynold eckart #ivonne eckhart #yvonne eckart #villains are destined to die #vadd #death is the only ending for a villainess #death is the only ending for the villainess

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Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

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No one of us talked about what the council started to call an incident. More missions come yet there is not a single one where we are together. So many things are left unsaid as we circle each other the war weighting our shoulders. Anakin climbs in everyone's eyes, he claims praises as if they are a polite exchange. And I am quickly forgotten, overshadowed by his brightness.

Part of me is proud of his achievements. What he has done is remarkable but still, I am the one no matter how hard I work, or how many battles I have won, I am still pushed to the side. Anger simmers in me and the only way to control it is through meditation. Letting myself get lost in the Force and my thoughts.

“Normal it is to feel this way.” A voice sounds in my head and I peek through my eyes finding Master Yoda opposite. “Control this feeling you must. A good fighter your friend is. Smarter, not. Strategical also not. Wrong is the council about you. Stronger he is. More favored by the Force. But you… our saviour you will be. Not him. Seen it, I have.”

“Master… I keep having these dreams. Of destruction and pain is this all we are going to be? Is this what we are trained for?”

“Peacekeepers Jedis are. In war we are, we do what we must. Protect we must. So fight we must.”

“I am tired of fighting.”

“At it you are good.” I chuckle at his words as I see a teasing smile on his face. “When first met you I have. My Padawan I asked you to be. No said the council. She is more powerful, with you she will be indestructible. Same with your dear friend. More than I hoped you turned out to be. Hope you must have. Your purpose soon will find.” He says as he leaves the room. Not a second letter he re-enters dropping a letter in my lap. Information about a new mission with… about time.

I go to my room and change out of my robes to one of my armours. And then head towards the jets. I find Anakin leaning against his favorite one, the one he calls the unbeatable lion. … men.

“Took you long enough.” He called out as I approached him. He frowns as I brush past him and his comment heading straight to the cockpit reading the jet for take off. We both occupy our usual seats as we jump into hyperspace. The travel is short and enveloped in a strange, restless silence as if one of us is a ticking bomb ready to explode. We head to the now sprang battlefield with no backup.

He turns to me right as we leave hyperspeed. We quickly land and I spring to my feet, reading myself for the upcoming battle.

Right as we exit our jet we are greeted by explosions and gunfire. And so we both throw ourselves to the battlefield. We let muscle memory take control of us. Our lightsabers seem to fly between the broids, decapitating them and destroying them. We don't let our minds wander to the other and how they are holding up, trusting each other completely. We soon reach the centre point of the battlefield.

A huge pillar towers in front of us and a bazillion of druids guard it as others try to climb it, trying to reach… no. I jump behind a random boulder and Anakin quickly follows.

“I have a plan.”

“I think we should…”

We both say and we stare at the other waiting to continue. He is impossibly close once again, his hair is a wild mess, and his body seems to vibrate with energy. He is too reckless, he is too merciless. So I don't let him continue his thought process as I bolt and race towards the droids. I drop down to my knees and slide underneath them, swinging my armed arms in a wide ark. Cutting off the mechanical legs and the pillar letting it fall on top of them.

Dust covers my vision. My ears ring from the loud bang of the now-fallen pillar. My mind is hazy as much and through the fog, a figure appears; he deflects every single shot that is thrown his way, his saber dancing in his hands as his movements are filled with precision, purpose and wild anger. For a small moment, his blade turns from its vibrant electric blue to deep bloodshot red. At the next moment, it is gone, back to its original colour.

I ignite my sabers as I force myself back to the raging battle. Our bodies move in sync as our backsides are pressed together. And so the fun begins and it doesn't last long as we find ourselves in a big rocky field, covered with dismembered droids. We turned towards each other, panting and wild smiles adorning our faces.

We stare at each other for what seems like forever, breathing hard. But the moment is ruined by a beeping sound. It comes from a small device close to me and I crouch near it, studying it. Anakin is right behind me. His ragged breathing hits the back of my neck as he reaches his hand over me to grab it. He examines it shortly while turning it over his long fingers and I stare at him. Hoping the mechanic in him will appear as it always does, hoping to be given the chance to stare at him while he gets lost in something he loves filling my head with filthy thoughts. Like how he can use those long fingers on me.

C3PO approaches complaining about the “mess” we made and we both chuckle at his antics.

“Masters I am afraid we have to leave. We are needed at the Temple. And it sounded urgent.”

“So that we shall do. Thank you, C3PO.” Anakin says to his beloved droid.

And so we head back home. I stare at my reflection in the glass of the jet as my mind replays the image of Anakin wielding a red lightsaber. Was it simply a trip of the eyes or was it a vision?

“Have I done something? Why are you not talking to me? You seem distant and I… kind of miss you as of late.” He whispers, his voice easily lost under the sound of the burning engines.

“No Ani, I am not angry with you. I just needed time to sort and clear out my thoughts.”

“And? What is it that is bothering you? Because I can tell you what is bothering me. It's you. You are changing. It is as if you are going backwards. Locking yourself away from others, away from me. Today I feared losing you, both mentally and physically. I am lost without you. I am nothing without you.”

“That's not true.”

“It is. It is like I can not breathe, I can not function when you are not near. Everyone thinks that I am this great fighter, the Chosen One back you are the one that shows me the way. Like a really grumpy and snarky firefly. Brooding all the time.”

“Ok-”

“... and really angry as if you are a, what is it called, that … that animal that seems to be angry all the time, that pending with the huge downturned eyebrows…”

“Alm right enough-”

“And also so mean…”

“Watch your words Skywalker.”

“I love you.” The words stun me and all the previous banter is gone.

“Anakin-”

“I never got to finish what I meant to say. I know we are not allowed to feel this way and I think you are not ready to say so. But all I want, all I think about is kissing you, sleeping with you, having fun with you, fucking you.” I draw a sharp breath at the last words and his eyes darken more, as they are now filled with lust. He grabs my thighs, manhandling me to his front as he lets me rest on his lap. He looks at me through half lidded eyes and he lets his nose move at the side of mine, tracing invisible paths.

“I want to have you underneath me. Making you a withering, whining mess, stuffed to the hilt full of our releases. I want your body to be my canvas letting me fill it with kisses, hickeys and bite marks along with bruises.” My eyes flutter close as he brags his nose at the side of my neck. “I want to fuck you from the back as I have your hair in my fist, spanking that ass of yours. I want to have you spread out for me as I fuck your brains out. I want to taste you and suck your breasts. I want to make you mine.” He now says against my lips as he finally slams them against mine. The kiss is short but full of passion and we gaze at each other as we break apart.

“Don't look like a penguin” I say to him and he chuckles, mumbling under his breath. “I miss the days we were bickering and having fun. I miss you. I miss the way we were.”

“I miss it too. But it's coming back. I can see it, trouble. Our story isn't going to be like that, I promise I won't let it.”

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When I get "hate" anons for some reason it riles me up to the point that my mind goes spinning on an Anti E/riel campaign.

If Az was truly right the right person for Elain, that he cared more for Elain's well being than his own, then explain this to me:

"Why?" Elain demanded. "Shall I tend to my little garden forever?" When Nesta flinched, Elain said, "You can't have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater."

Elain cut in sharply, "I am not a child to be fought over."

"Look who decided to grow claws after all," she crooned. "Maybe you'll become interesting at last, Elain."

Nesta saw the blow land, like a physical impact, in Elain's face, her posture.

Elain's eyes brightened with pain.

Elain said, "I went into the Cauldron too, you know. And it captured me. And yet somehow all you think of is what my trauma did to you."

After Nesta and Elain had their first fight, Cassian confronted Nesta about it. He even told Az about it.

After their second fight, Feyre talks to Nesta about what Elain said and in her POV Feyre talks to Rhys about the sisters fight, about what Elain said.

Cassian even thinks about their second fight and how he understood that Elain had spoken true about her trauma.

And you know what Az did? After saying Nesta should be the one to search for the Trove (the first of two times he disrespected Elain after she said she'd search for it)?.....

Talks about how he rescued Elain.

Then in his bonus he confirms that he rarely goes to dinners because he can't stand Elain's mating bond.

Ummmmm.......

A male love interest witnesses the female he supposedly has feelings for have an enormous argument with her sister, after learning she had one before, her eyes brightening with pain, her reminding everyone that she has trauma too and Az avoids her. Because he is too traumatized at not getting a bond. Doesn't think about her trauma. Doesn't think about trying to support her during what's clearly a difficult time. Doesn't make sure she's ok. Nope....he just wants to keep jerking off to thoughts of her pretty pretty face and untainted skin.

Lucien had thoughts of wanting to touch Elain, taste her, because of his instincts but he quickly controlled himself. He also found her to be the most beautiful female he'd ever seen. He struggled with his past but he also focused on what she needed. That she was too thin. That she needed fresh air and light. That was the first time he ever spoke to her.

Since Az had known Elain for two years in SF, shouldn't he be a bit more focused on what he could do for her? How he could help her? Seeing if she was alright after everything that had happened with Nesta?

But instead, he made it all about himself and that's not romantic.

Moving on from that, I had a comment from @stargirlie25 yesterday, where she noted that some really push the "E/riel are Life and Death" narrative, like Hades and Persophone. It's true, E/riels love to fall back on Feyre's idea for a painting, "Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two."

But......is that how it's working out? Because Elain did try to blend the two, right? She's bringing her optimism and light to the Night Court but what is happening?

The cruelty of the Hewn City troubles her and...

"Elain in black was ridiculous."

"The color of her long-sleeved modest gown leeched the brightness from her face. It wore her rather than the other way around."

"But Elain wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court.... It sucked the life from her."

It's pretty clear there is no "blending" of the two.

Darkness / black, it overpowers and overshadows Elain. It's not a harmonious mixing but something that continues leeching away her brightness.

#anti e/riel #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra

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aphroditelovesu · 6 months

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Kinktober Day Twenty-Five — Dacryphilia

❝ — ❤️ lady l: day twenty-five of kinktober! Sorry for the delay!!

❝❤️pairing: yandere!seokjin x female!reader.

❝warnings: smut, NSFW, non-con/dub-con elements, oral sex (male receiving), face-fucking and dacryphilia.

❝❤️word count: 960.

You were alone, in a dark room, the only lighting coming from a flickering candle. Tears streamed down your face as you held onto your clothes, or what was left of them.

As the tears fell, you mind became lost in the moments shared, but now overshadowed by secrets and lies. Behind you, in the dim light, he watched silently, hidden in the shadows. Twisted satisfaction danced on his lips as he watched your suffer. His morbid interest only grew as he saw your weaken.

Seokjin always appreciated seeing you crying.

You sobbed softly, with your heart broken, lost in a web of betrayal that you couldn't unravel yourself. Jin, with eyes that never revealed his true feelings, seemed to find pleasure in your silent agony.

The room was permeated with an oppressive atmosphere, as if the walls witnessed the unfolding of this pain that ate you from the inside out. While you cried, he remained there, in the shadows, feeding on the suffering he had caused. It was a game of dark emotions, where you were trapped in the abyss of your own tragedy, while your captor reveled in your anguish.

"I love that sound you make, you know that?" You trembled in fear when you heard Jin's melodious and bored voice sound in the small space.

"I-I know..." You sniffled, wanting to stop crying so as not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you crying.

Jin approached you and knelt down and cupped your face in a tender way that disturbed you more than the worst insults he had spat in your face last night while violating you. He smiled and whispered, "You're so beautiful."

You hated him. You hated how he played with your mind, one night insulting you and the next day praising you. You hated him more than anything.

And he knew it. Jin knew you hated him and he liked that. He liked to exert that power on you, to see you broken and crying like an expensive and refined piece of art.

Or as he preferred to call it, a broken toy. But he loved playing with you.

Jin licked his lips when he noticed a small bruise on your neck, teeth marks. He loved how your skin was so soft, the marks suited you so much.

''You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life.'' He smiled when he saw a flash of happiness in your broken gaze. He wasn't lying, you were very attractive and with each passing day he found himself falling more and more under your spell, losing all the control he once had. And Seokjin can’t have that, which is why he wants to break you.

Because then you would never have control over him. You needed to be broken for his sake.

It was for these reasons that he made you cry every day since he brought you into his home, to protect you because he loves you. Everything he did is out of love and that's what Jin tells himself as he lays you down on the cold floor and gets over your body, your horrified gaze meeting his and your eyes red from crying.

That's what he tells himself as he tears the remaining pieces of your once-gone clothes off. It didn't matter, he could always buy you more clothes later, you just needed to be a good girl.

Jin worked quickly, no patient to please you today. He stood and unbuckled the belt of his pants and pulled them down along with the underwear he was wearing, his hard cock in front of yoir tear-stained face. You sniffled and held back a cry of pain as he pulled you by your hair and you were forced onto your knees, your face being pressed against his cock.

"Open your mouth, princess." He ordered and you reluctantly opened it and without waiting any longer, Jin shoved his cock inside your mouth, forcing you to swallow his entire length. You gasped and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you, moving his hips and fucking your mouth.

He grabbed your hair and forced you harder against his dick, making you swallow everything you could. He pounded your mouth, your throat sore and your eyes watering. Jin licked his lips at the sight he saw and grabbed your head, making you stay still while he fucked your mouth.

He moaned loudly as he came in your mouth, his cum being dumped down your throat, making you choke even more. You tried to breathe, but he wouldn't come out of your mouth.

Jin pulled away and you fell to the ground, your hands bracing yourself so your weak body wouldn't fall to the ground. He seemed satisfied and smiled at you, pulling you up and kissing your lips hard, feeling his dominance. Jin grabbed your breasts and groped them roughly, as if they were mere toys for him to squeeze.

You cried as your mouth was violated, his tongue sucking on yours with desire. Your breasts hurt as they were squeezed and worst of all, you felt your pussy getting wet from the stimulation.

He pulled away and kissed your neck, his hands grabbing the flesh of your ass and squeezing it tightly as he bit your neck. You sobbed as he brought your hand to your pussy and touched it, hearing a soft laugh from him when he saw how wet you were.

Jin loved hearing your whines and your crying. He could already feel his cock hardening at your protests. So beautiful and so his.

He knew he would be the only one to hear your cry forever, after all, you were his.

#kinktober #kinktober day 25 #kinktober 2023 #BTS #bangtan boys #yandere bts #yandere!bts #yandere bangtan boys #yandere jin #jin x reader #yandere jin x reader #yandere seokjin #yandere seokjin x reader #seokjin x reader #smut

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saphirered · 5 months

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Sending you a spice request from the prompts list! Steamy baths with Eris ;) can’t wait to see what you come up with!

Okay I may have gone a little filthy with this one. I'll own up to my spot in horny jail with the rest of you. 😘

It’s been a long day. The sun has yet barely reached it’s highest point and Eris is this close from incinerating the room for a moment of peace. Instead he is stuck dealing with the woes of politics, of presenting himself like an arrogant bastard, which he is admittedly but that does not mean he should let himself give in and speak his mind so freely. He has a reputation to uphold, a game to play and a throne to earn and until he sits upon it he shall play this game, however much it might annoy him to death. He will restrain the wildfire until freedom beckons. Oh how he longs for that freedom. His imagination gives him some escape and drowns out the useless words of bickering nobility.

He may sit at his father’s side but his mind is elsewhere, far from this council room in a distant court. Instead Eris finds himself in the vast forests he calls home. The leaves crunch beneath his feet, the smell of the autumn air relaxes his mind and body. The cooling breeze turns his fingertips slightly cold and numb. He finally feels like he can breathe. There is no eyes to be wary of. There is a presence beside him, some incoherent and far too distant words and he wishes nothing more than to have those words overshadow what his senses back in the real world pick up on. He would recognise that voice anywhere. You’re right beside him. Memory replays the feeling of your hand in his, your fingers warming that gentle chill. He looks to his side and there you are, smiling. What a beautiful smile you have. What beautiful eyes. He could drown in their depth. He could be lost forever if you did not snap him out of it. No that wasn’t you. His name was called by different voice, one intrusive and unwanted. He’s pushed back to reality, away from you and he mourns the lack of your presence. The only relief his mind offers is the knowledge he will see you soon.

You had known the promise he’d be back in your arms before you knew it was an empty one. You would never fault him for it. Eris, while a man of his word, could not control the circumstances of his extended life and responsibilities. Perhaps you might claim he was foolishly optimistic, but then again, he’s probably also aware of this fact and so it must be not but wishful thinking. Instead of a swift return to your side to watch the sunset you witnessed it on your own. Instead of a lovely dinner together you consumed your supper at the mostly empty table with the others left behind and excluded from the inter-court meetings. Not that you complain. You would rather be here enjoying a peaceful meal than deal with the bickering and moaning of idiots, vipers and idealists. You will attend if asked but will not mourn the lack of invitation.

You’ve other means to keep busy and you are not one to sit around and wait for someone to whisk you away and so you did. You tended to the hounds, read up on the latest ongoings, socialised here and there, trained, made yourself useful, saw to your correspondence, went out for a ride, helped tend to the gardens and more. You kept busy on your own but every once in a while your mind would wander and think what your darling love would be up to, how he must be fighting the urge to roll his eyes or verbally tear apart another, how he must be polishing his shields both social and mental and weave a narrative that puts him at the advantage. You know Eris pretends it doesn’t affect him but you know the truth. You have seen him sit on the edge of the bed, his hands in his hair. You’ve watched him politely excuse himself to unleash the boiling of his blood upon some poor unsuspecting clearing. You have listened to his rambling about courtiers and high lords. You have held him when he questioned if it was all worth it.

It is because of these things you know you do not mind the lack of his constant attention. In fact, you do not think you could bear it in the first place. So you dine without your lover, you find your own amusement come sundown. In the spirit of this time to yourself you have the staff draw you a bath. If you are to spend this night alone you will do so in comfort. A bath will ease the ache of your muscle and soothe your skin quite nicely. That’s where you find yourself now, a large bath filled with steaming water, the scent of bergamot in the air. You’ve sunken down to your neck, leaning back and enjoying the warmth. You’ve sent off the maids with the implication you will tend to yourself and do not need to be coddled by their nurturing grace. Peace and quiet and solitude, that’s what you require and that’s what you shall get. Your mind wanders far and pleasantly so. You forget the meaning of time and the water must have long since cooled to a lukewarm but you care little.

“We shall conclude this meeting some other time.” Eris had both dreaded and longed for those words. The meeting has finally ended and so he is finally dismissed. It ended up taking another hour or so before he could detach himself from his own entanglement, before he could escape further dealings with the Night Court and turning down Helion’s open invitation to visit the esteemed libraries once more. Finally he left behind the blabbering high lords’ council and found himself back int he comforts of cool darkness graced with lantern light. The feeling of leaves crushing beneath his boots is a stark contrast from the marble and stone he’d been surrounded by for the day. He has missed the sunset but the stars breaking through the clouds offer some relief at last.

With each step the takes, even after he walks through the threshold and back into wood and stone, the burdens stay at the doorstep, the further he gets from it, the more his body relaxes, or so he thinks. Everything feels easier. He chooses to ignore those in passing, using his power within his own court to brush them aside; nothing out of character for him. Nothing anyone can blame him for either. They expect him to be upset with another meeting ending in a stalemate waste of time. Let the court know. He will turn it to his advantage either way. Finally the portal to his comfort comes within sight and had he less restraint he might have ran and locked away the world behind him forever. Instead he slips through the doors quietly and closes them behind him.

The candles are alight. The fireplace is but embers at this point. He simply throws in another log. A simple breath of air sparks the flames to life and allow them to catch. When the wood crackles Eris is satisfied. With whatever graces he found within him he carries himself to the bedroom, discards his shoes and socks, letting the cold run through his feet in an attempt to remind himself he is not but floating upon the winds of exhaustion. He unclasps his tailored jacket and casts it aside as if it were not the livelihood of the ones who made it. He has lost the will to care. He could have collapsed onto the bed when he first laid eyes on it but the gentle candle glow from the bathing room kept him standing.

With a soft creak the door opens and within lies a sight beholden, a true treasure and one that should be captured for eternity. Perhaps he would owe the High Lady of Night a favour if that’s what it took to eternalise this. Perhaps the only thing stopping him is how you’d scold him for it. Perhaps he fears it might inflate your ego far past measure. Your eyes are closed. You are leaned back, head just above the water and neck fully exposed. The light graces your features just perfectly as it reflects.

“The bed is far better suited for sleeping than a bathtub. No matter how comfortable you might look.” Eris slowly makes his way over to you. You take a deep breath and open your eyes. Your eyes. He forgets all he’s endured with but a single glance. Sadly this only lasts but a second.

“You are quite right but I’m not tired. Just relaxed.” You let your fingers dance over the surface of the water. “You should try it some time, my love.” Even now you find it within yourself to humour him.

“Some of us do not have the luxury to relax this much. I shall reserve and defend that right for you and you alone.” He takes your hand and brings it to his lips to kiss but then realises. “The water is awfully cold.” he simply states, still he kisses your fingertips.

“Well I didn’t have you here to help me warm it.” The sultry look you give him has him nearly undone in that instant. How he’s longed for your company. The once certainty that keeps him from insanity in the chaos; the serenity you bring but what rushes through him right there is anything but serene and the implications you present are anything but innocent. Eris forgets the tiredness that haunted his body and finds a different spark of life. You’ve learned to light it, made an art form out of it.

“How unbecoming of me.” He’s on his knees at the side of the tub and gently brings your fingers back beneath the surface of the cooling water. With but a brush from right where your legs are bent, all the way to just in front of your chest the water heats in but seconds, steam evaporating but those fingers do not stop trailing there. they trail a scalding but never painful path up your sternum and the column of your neck until they settle and lift your chin. That same heat burns in the kiss he plants upon your lips. Far too short. His lips pull away far too quickly and you might as well have been exposed to the frigid cold of winter then and there. By the looks of it Eris know it too.

“If you are in no mood to assist me, I suppose I shall simply retire.” You rise exposing all the delicious curves of your body and giving him an ample view as the droplets run across your skin. Eris imagines he could kiss them all away, let his lips trail across you like they do and perhaps you shall grace him with the lovely sounds you make when he takes his lips to you.

“You misunderstand, my dearest. But if you wish to cut short this bath I am more than willing and consenting to helping you to bed. Or we can stay here and enjoy a bath… or two.” You seem to weigh your options but simply by the way your pupils dilate; the way they do when he’s broken through your composure, to where your desire truly sparks and you will not be afraid to make him eat his words.

You do not reply in words but simply hold out your hand and raise an eyebrow. Eris is quick to take your hand and help you out of the bathtub. You are dripping onto the floor but seem to care very little as you saunter over to the towels. The sway of your hips and sultry look over your shoulder are definitely intentional. Nevertheless you take a towel and pad yourself dry until he can’t help himself and gently eases the towel from you and equally gently uses it to pad you dry until you’re satisfied. Once you are you stand in front of him, close within arm’s reach. You trail a nail along the neckline of his shirt and sigh content. The wickedness in your eyes is but a giveaway of your next actions. Your fingers grasp onto his shirt and pull him to you, once more your lips meet his and this time the kiss is anything but soft and sweet.

Your lips grace his in a feverish kiss. Eris does not hesitate to return the favour. He lets his hands wander until they settle on your behind. In one fell swoop you are off your feet and wrap your legs around his waist. Never once do you break your kiss. Your tongues meet and you wrap your arms around his neck clutching him ever closer. Like he has done many times before, Eris caries you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, graceful as ever and never once stumbling. He has committed this path to memory but finally he has to break away. You are a sight to behold; lips swollen, out of breath, and eyes filled with desire honing in on him. He takes great pride in being able to make you come so undone. he lays you down on the bed and you crawl backwards to give him space to join you among the pillows.

Eris crawls overtop, trailing a path of kisses from your calves over your knees and thighs and you think, you hope he would settle among the apex of your legs but instead he just looks up at you and trails his lips up further across the plains of your stomach. It’s difficult to resist the urge to whine in protest and by the looks of it he noticed. Still he trails up and up until he meets your lips in another desire filled kiss so you decide fair is fair and let your hands wander over his clothed chest, down to where his shirt is tucked into the waistband of his fitted trousers and let your finger slip below that cursed waistband but never enough. All you do is release the shirt and Eris decides to undo your torture by taking it off entirely with a knowing look.

“If you wished to get my out of my clothes you could have just asked.” He muses casting the garment aside. It’s torture to keep yourself together right now and not just succumb to carnal pleasure. This is just foreplay and it’s a game you’d hoped to win but you see your chances of success fleeting. To see him on his knees before you, cauldron boil you.

“Dick.” You curse and his chuckle does not make you feel any different.

“You’ll have to work harder for that.” He crawls back overtop just to place a peck upon your lips. When you go in for more, you feel his hand on your neck, to keep you at bay. His grip isn’t strong or suffocating, just present, floating and preventing your lips from meeting his. You huff.

Eris’ response to your dissatisfaction is cruelty, he knows. Leaving kisses, letting his tongue trail he takes to your chest until you cannot hold back the whimpers and moans, until you fight to hold back the beg for more, only then does he trail lower yet always too slow. But then finally, it all pays off when he descends between your legs and puts his mouth to work, licking and kissing your inner thighs inching closer to the centre, until finally he does. He does not relent, not when your breathing increases and your whines turn to whispers of his name, not when your fingers settle within his hair and hold on, push him closer. When your legs wrap closer around him he grasps onto your thighs, spreading them further while placing a hand onto your abdomen just in the right place. He doesn’t relent when he feels you shudder and shake in your pleasure, not until you come down from that high and your body goes limp for but a second.

He keeps going and soon without a moment of rest you tumble into pure ecstasy again and again. Only when you pull his hair, pull his face away from between your legs, when you are truly out of breath and your eyes are burning, your skin is on fire and you have lost the ability to speak, only then does he relent. You guide him up, to meet his lips. He knows you can taste yourself on his tongue when his dances with yours. He knows you need this right now. It’s the only break you’ll receive, especially when he feels your hands wander down below and undo the buttons of his pants. His own arousal is undeniable and while he would be more than satisfied using his tongue to make you cry his name, you have other intentions and ideas he’s more than happy to help you see through even if it takes all his restraint not to spill at your touch and your disheveled look when he parts and you help him out of his last clothes, casting them aside he cares not where.

You have vengeance on your mind and when he is caught of guard, when you are so close to kissing him you push him back onto the bed and straddle him. Your fingers lace with his as you hold them on either side of his head. You lean down to kiss him once more with a wicked smirk. Perhaps it would be you who wouldn’t be done with him for some time.

#acotar x reader #eris x reader #acotar eris #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #eris acotar #acotar #acotar fanfiction

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twilightangel83 · 7 months

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A Ghostly Message

October 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around. (Whumptober)

A 1-1.5 on my whump scale (see the series definition for the scale)

It’s never good when an ‘all hands on deck’ call has to go out. It’s even worse when it included even the younger teams. But at least they all knew why they were being called before arriving. It was hard not to know.

Nightwing grimaced to himself as he watched more and more heroes pour into the largest meeting room of the Watchtower. Most looked serious. Many were confused or concerned. Everyone was mulling around, checking what others knew. He couldn’t blame them, the whole situation was a mess, but he didn’t join them. He knew the meeting would start soon.

“Alright.” Batman’s amplified voice cut across the room, drawing conversations to a close as the various heroes turned to look at where he, Superman, and Wondereoman were standing on the elevated stage alongside Constantine and Zatanna (Deadman had elected not to be involved in the presentation for some reason it seemed).

“You all know why we’re here,” Batman continued once the chatter had died down. “Several hours ago a message began broadcasting across all televisions networks and radio frequencies worldwide outside of those being used to help keep people safe. Such as air traffic control and Emergency Services. And this message has been playing on loop since then. Strangely enough, while the message appears to be the same around the globe, everyone who hears it hears it in their own native language. We do not currently understand how that is possible, but we will attempt to figure that out at a later point. For now, to make sure we’re all on the same page we are going to watch the message together. Please do your best to keep quiet while it plays.”

That said, Batman and the others moved off to the side as the screen against the wall lit up. It was static at first, the same kind of static that Nightwing knew played for about ten seconds between each round of recording. But soon enough the static cleared to show a young man that looked maybe twenty at the modest standing against a black stone background. The first thing many would probably notice was that the young man had white hair that almost seemed to defy gravity and lazarus-green eyes. But that would soon be overshadowed by how bad he looked. His skin was deathly pale, there were bags under his eyes, and a number of still-healing wounds could be seen even around the regal-looking robes he was wearing. Distinct, precise-looking wounds. Wounds that had alarm bells ringing in Nightwing’s mind the first time he’d seen them (the bells weren’t gone, just currently on the backburner). Then the man started talking.

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#dcxdp #dpxdc #danny phantom is the ghost king #danny is fed up #the guys in white #giw #the guys in white are a problem #ecto-acts #ghost investigation ward #October prompts #Whumptober #Whumptober 2023

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peachymilkandcream · 2 months

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Ready or Not|Part 1|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: I'm so psyched that we can start the next series! If you all thought it was over we're no where close! While this series is going to be shorter I guarantee it's going to be a freaking blast! Comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc

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Erwin found him two days later, when Levi refused to show for work or any of his responsibilities the Commander was forced to drag himself over there and soothe the child's temper tantrum. Probably had too much liquor and too little sex to keep his erratic personality under control.

He didn't have time for this. If he didn't need Levi so much he would've swept him out years ago. He was a good soldier, but he wasn't reliable. How could he continue to run a government with a soldier sabotaging the carefully made trust he'd established.

The house was empty, he swore if Levi went to a fucking bar again he'd really chew his ass this time. Maybe he'd threaten to take Evelyn and his child away until Levi learned how to juggle his responsibilities like an adult.

He was in the living room, the whole place torn to bits after yet another obvious tantrum. But something was off about this one, this time he didn't even acknowledge Erwin's presence, like he was deeply disturbed about something and didn't give a shit about anything else.

"Levi. What happened."

"She's gone Erwin, she's fucking gone!" He emphasized the last word by throwing his empty bottle against the brick fireplace.

"So she finally left you, didn't she?"

"She escaped, I don't know where the hell she went, but I'm going to find out. I'm going to find whoever helped her, and kill them. My son, that bitch took my son!" Levi wept, the first time Erwin had ever seen him so emotional, usually he stopped at nothing to conceal his emotions and appear weak. Poor bastard.

"I'm sure she hasn't gone far, we'll just have to look for her."

"I'll hunt her down to the ends of the earth!"

"Calm down Levi."

"Calm down, calm down!? How can you expect me to be so calm when my wife and child are missing!? They're all I have and you tell me to calm down!?"

Erwin rolled his eyes, the temper tantrums were almost ridiculous at this point. "I won't help you until you relax."

He wiped at his eyes. "Fine, I'm calm, I'm calm."

"Better. Now pull yourself together, and we'll solve this thing."

"Why the hell do you care?"

"I need you stable Levi, and I need your wife's good reputation to keep on top. If it means starting a nationwide manhunt for one woman and toddler then so be it."

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The sea breeze suited Evelyn well, it had taken a lot of courage for her to get on that boat. The fear of the unknown had paralyzed her for too long, causing the ship's captain to ask her several times if she was actually coming aboard.

But she had. She'd stepped forward into her new future, a life of freedom. And while it had taken a small chunk of her funds to be taken so secretly across the sea it was worth it for this view. Sparkling blue as far as the eye could see. Her last trip by ship was overshadowed with the fear of the world ending, now she could actually enjoy these moments with her son.

Furlan, in the past years he had grown to look just like his father. And while Levi had always been a shitty husband, he was a stellar father, so much in fact that the boy seemed to already prefer him over his mother. The past few nights he'd taken to sobbing uncontrollably since he missed his dear Papa so fiercely. Hopefully he would grow out of it, she couldn't bear to think about a world where her child only desired to be loved and cared for by his abusive father. Perhaps since she was pregnant under such dire circumstances the child craved violence like his father.

The wind threatened to undo all her hard work of getting her hair to stay, but it seemed out here was the only way to get Furlan to stop crying. He held onto her dress firmly, watching the waves as they bounced up and down. This would be good for him, good for both of them. All three of them. Evelyn and her two children, both born and unborn would be able to find a life of peace and tranquility away from Levi.

A fresh start.

#ready or not #break me slowly #levi x oc #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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confessionsofa-roleplayer · 3 months

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I'm sure a lot of people are going to gasp in outrage at this one, but after following the pattern for long enough it deserves to be said: 9 times out of 10, fandom-popular mainstream artists are GOD AWFUL roleplay partners, and it's because they refuse to adapt their approach to this hobby in any way whatsoever. A lot will parrot the old line of 'only create for yourself!!' because that's what they've been living by for the last 20 years, but that does NOT work in a fundamentally collaborative hobby where the recipients are a PART of the experience. Roleplay isn't just a creative hobby, and it's not a solo act. It is, first and foremost, a GAME you are PLAYING with OTHER PEOPLE. Your approach and expectations should reflect that. If they don't, the other party getting fed up with your selfishness isn't the problem. Your refusal to adapt accordingly is.

Being expected to care about your partners should not translate to 'how DARE you expect me to compromise my grand vision???' when your 'grand vision' clearly isn't as grand as you think it is. Cool ideas, cool plot, cool muses, good writing… Wrong medium. This applies to ANY kind of interactive artform; if your art is something that requires outside interaction to function, it CANNOT be an afterthought that gets tacked on at the end. Everyone will know it, and nobody will like the result. If you feel like you're playing tug-o-war with your partners over the cool plot you put together, maybe you should consider WHY that is happening instead of taking your control issues out on other people. The answer is generally that you didn't bother to create it with interactivity in mind, and now nobody knows what's expected of them because there WASN'T anything expected to begin with.

Your partners are not an 'audience' or 'consumers' or 'fans.' They are participants in the process, and should be treated as such. They don't exist to clap for you, they're here to contribute and build onto it.

This gets WORSE when so many insist on taking 'artistic liberties' with the rules of the hobby itself and openly cheat, godmodding and metagaming and the like in order to brute force the result they want, despite claiming to be against all of these things. THIS IS NOT AND NEVER WILL BE OKAY. And if you don't understand why, let me ask you this: if you were on the receiving end, would you be okay with THAT? If the answer is no, don't fucking do it. THIS is the stuff that I've seen kill community after community. Double-standards ruin the game for everyone involved, and it WILL wear people down over time.

So, now that I've focused on what you should NOT do, I'm going to give you a bit of advice: this does not mean you should create things you don't enjoy making, but that you need to look at it from multiple perspectives at once. Create a work that you enjoy making, definitely, but also ensure it's an experience you'd enjoy PLAYING. If you wouldn't have fun as a member of the plot you're running, that should clue you in pretty quick that something's wrong. You don't need to cater to everyone. That's absolutely impossible. But you should at least be catering to SOMEONE. If your target audience is (N/A) then yeah, that's a problem you should probably work on.

This phenomenon is the most glaringly obvious with videogames as an artform; an ambitious creator designs this whole big game with beautiful art and a story they enjoy writing, but the gameplay itself is a boring, frustrating, and/or glitchy slog that was never designed to be played, and thus completely overshadows the experience they thought they were creating. Nobody plays it all the way through, their story is left untold, and the creator just screams and bawls about how nobody appreciates their 'art.' No, people appreciated your art. That was what got you in the door. What they don't appreciate is that nothing else about the experience was worth their time-- because apparently it wasn't worth yours, either.

Roleplay has far more in common with a videogame than a fanfiction, despite what most of the RPC today would like to claim. Neither one can tell its story if the audience refuses to engage with it. You need partners no matter what, so do your best to ensure they enjoy being there. Otherwise they won't stick around long… And you'll have no one to blame for that but yourself.

#general #confessions

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solarmidnight · 2 months

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I'm sorry if I'm misinterpreting or just forgot something vital in these books, but do you think Kastor is responsible for Auguste's death?

To be perfectly honest with you, it may be me who's misinterpreting. But I highly doubt that the Regent's control over Kastor, and, as a result, Akielos, started when Kastor had Theomedes poisoned and Damen enslaved. I think this was the end result of years of the Regent's work.

With Laurent years from ascension age, the Regent had a long time to spin his spider's web, placing his pieces on the chessboard and learning how best to control each one of them.

And one of those pieces had to be Kastor, since there's zero reason that Damen, a legitimate son of the king, heir to the throne, would have moved against his own father for power; all he'd have to do is wait for Theomedes to come to his natural end.

The Regent can't exactly go in and have all the Akielon royalty killed; rather than giving the Regent the power, there'll just be another Akielon put on the throne, perhaps a distant cousin or something. Akielos will stay in Akielon hands because there'd be no need to transfer power to Veretian royalty. No, he needed someone very close to the main royal family, someone who bore a lot of resentment at being overlooked and overshadowed, denied what had been, for nine years, his birthright.

Someone like Kastor.

Whilst Kastor did not kill Vere's king, nor did he kill Auguste (thank you, Damen), in my mind Kastor bears some of the guilt because he was allowing the Regent into Akielos's court. He was conspiring against his own country. Perhaps not at first; maybe there was correspondence, maybe there were meetings away from both courts, but Kastor became one of the Regent's little birds.

He would have been talking to the Regent, letting him in on things. Kastor was tricked by both the Regent, and by Jokaste, indicating that he, like Damen, has no sense of trickery and deception. But unlike Damen, who began to learn and adjust, especially after he came to know Laurent who's basically a master of trickery and deception, Kastor did not learn.

Kastor was being played for the fool. The Regent had every intention of taking control of both Vere and Akielos and merging it into one country for him to rule over as king and have the ultimate power he craved.

It would not have been hard to see that Kastor resented Damen, resented Theomedes for overlooking him after nine years of being the crown prince. Someone like the Regent would have seen it. Kastor is an illegitimate child, which, to the Regent, is almost like being born a second son; once the crown prince ascends and has children, there's even more people between you and the throne.

Kastor wanted the throne so badly that someone like the Regent, who bore the same nigh uncontrollable thirst for power, would have seen it. And it left him wide open.

The scene where Kastor and the Regent are sitting side by side at Laurent's trial, and Kastor does not realise (but Damen does, thanks to three books' worth of learning how these mind games are played) that the Regent is controlling the whole room, leaving Kastor with very little political power, was enough to convince me of my theory.

Again, I could be entirely wrong, but these are just the conclusions I've drawn after reading the books a few dozen times over.

#captive prince #kastor of akielos #the regent of vere #damen of akielos #laurent of vere

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hackerqueen · 10 months

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Another Love

Chapter 2: Burning pile

Previous chapter <-

warnings: sex scene, mental breakdown

I shut the door behind me loud enough for him to hear me come. We hadn't seen each other for a week and a half, and my whole body felt the separation. I managed to hang my coat on the hanger when I heard his hoarse voice from behind me.

– You came late. – he announced in a not very pleased tone – Where were you?

I bit my lip as I turned to face the tall, tattooed boy with his arms folded across his chest. He looked at me curiously, probably imagining what I could do. I decided to do what I can do best. To lie.

– My visit at Hannah's has been extended. You know, bouquets and decorations and all that stuff. – I replied giving him the best smile

The man visibly relaxed and then came closer to me, he was within reach of my hands. Trying to control the chaos in my mind, I pressed my lips against his without hesitation and threw my hands around his neck. The kiss was aggressive, dirty and needy from the start. Because that's what I needed at that moment. Or at least that's what my fucked up brain told me.

His strong hands found their way to my hips, gripping tightly. Our kiss deepened and our tongues joined in some kind of dance. I gasped as I felt his hands slide down to my ass and squeeze it tightly.

– Christ MC, what happened to you? – he asked between kisses with a slight laugh

I pulled away from his mouth and looked into his brown, warm eyes.

– It's been a really long day. – I murmured and my hand slid to his chest. – Would you like to help me relax?

A killing smirk played across the boy's lips as he grabbed my thighs without warning and lifted me up.

– With pleasure.

The rest of the night was just snippets for me. I remember we landed on the bed after that, his hot hands quickly stripping off whatever clothes I was wearing. He touched me firmly, and the feeling of his skin on mine was refreshing. I got rid of his leather jacket, which I threw in the corner of the room. We were naked, but I felt like I was back in summer California for a moment. Sweat poured from our bodies and hot breaths mingled with each other. I will always remember the moment he hovered over me, his eyes staring deeply into mine. He entered me and my gaze was clouded with lust. He was indecisive, sensitive. As if he allowed to overshadow lust with emotions.

Just not that.

I pushed him hard and he landed on his back. I sat on his lap and was instantly immersed in him. My body was driven by some crazy, animal need to control the situation, which was missing in my life now. The man's head tilted back slightly, and our breaths turned into moans and grunts. I rode him fast, his dick hitting the spot where I really needed it. It wasn't long before we both climaxed. In a rush of pleasure, I threw my head back and grabbed my breasts and started squeezing my already hard nipples. I came screaming his name.

– Phil! – several seconds later I tried to calm my raging heartbeat and rapid breathing. Phil pulled me to him, hugging me and drawing unfamiliar patterns on my back

– You are amazing. And hot. – he confessed, still trying to control his trembling voice. – It's really madness that I have a woman like you in bed.

Yes. It's madness.

* * *

Phil fell asleep quickly. It wasn't a surprise, he always did that after sex. So he didn't see me lying awake until dawn wondering what the hell I was doing. He didn't hear me as I slipped into the bathroom, slid down the door, and pressed my hand over my mouth to muffle the silent sobs that tore from my heart. Tears flowed down and I hated myself even more because I didn't know why. I made violent decisions, and later paid for it with tears and self-harm. I didn't know how much time had passed, but I finally got up from the cold tiles and went to the mirror. I wiped my tears, forced a smile. Barely visible, but a smile. I was strong. And what I've been through will only make me stronger. As usual, I vowed to myself that this was the last time I allowed myself to be broken like this. This is only a one-time situation caused by a visit to the cemetery. After all, I moved on.

I went back to bed and Phil didn't notice I was gone.

* * *

I woke up to light kisses on my neck. I furrowed my brow and hit the reason for my awakening. I heard a soft groan and opened my eyes.

– Even in your sleep you have to be aggressive? – He laughed and I slapped him twice as hard

– Never wake me up at – I checked the time on the clock on the nightstand. – Nine o'clock?" Are you crazy getting up at this time on a weekend?

– No, you're the sleeping beauty. – he replied back and I rolled my eyes. – Jessy will be there soon. You made an appointment with her and you weren't at the apartment, so I texted her that you are at my place.

I clenched my jaw slightly, but ignored all the comments I wanted to make about it. I got out of bed and quickly started getting dressed.

– Damn, this is the view in the morning. – I heard Phil's comments as he spread out on his bed. – We could do this more often.

I turned around and gave him a questioning look as I pulled on my pants.

– I mean.. well, maybe it's time we decided what our relationship is? – he paused, looking at my reaction. – Maybe we should move in together?

I stood frozen, staring blankly into his face. Phil, a womanizer just proposed to me? In a weird, twisted way, but still. I swallowed and nervously laughed.

– You know I care a lot about you. – he said very seriously, and I felt my palms sweating. – Damn, MC, I don't know what you did to me. I've never acted like this with any girl. And you are a walking mystery. Why won't you let me in? Why are you afraid of falling in love?

– Love is scary! This feeling of falling terrifies me. The only way it ends is with hitting the ground. – I replied sourly and saw him open his mouth to protest and start convincing me of his point. I closed my eyes and rubbed a hand over my forehead. – Shit Phil, I have no idea. I need more time.

– I've been giving you time for almost two years! – He raised his voice and I flinched

The silence was broken by the ringing of my phone. Jessy saved me from this dramatic conversation by informing me that she was already at the block.

– Look, I don't have the head to talk about this right now. I have to go. – I said quietly and heard the boy curse under his breath. I sighed and walked out of the room and out of his apartment.

With a heavy heart, I got into Jessy's red Volvo. Girl greeted me with a meaningful smile that said only one thing.

– So you're with my brother?! – she asked, not hiding her enthusiasm, which I quickly extinguished

– Jessy, we're dating. It's a big difference. – The girl sighed but nodded – I don't want to rush.

I've already rushed once and let my heart give itself to a man far too soon.

Jessy stroked my shoulder, which brought me some comfort.

– I'm sorry, I understand. I know I wasn't there when you needed me, so I don't want to put pressure on you. – she said honestly, and I felt my heart melt. We have only recently started to renew our relationship.

– Thank you. – I whispered, and my friend gave me a warm and sweet smile. – So we're going to breakfast?

The red-haired girl nodded with satisfaction and headed towards the Rainbow Cafe. Rihanna's well-known hits were playing on the radio, which additionally improved my mood. I watched the passing views through the car window. The blissful, pleasant moment was interrupted by the moment when on one of the streets I saw a man who was dressed all in black and had a hood on his head. I couldn't see his face, but the sight made me jerk my face up from the window.

– Jessy! – I said louder which scared the girl – Jessy, stop the car!

– What? Why?

– It was him! Jessy it was him. – The words flowed out of me like a maniac. Like I was in a trance. – Stop that fucking car!

Jessy stopped abruptly, and I hastily ran out of the car towards the alley where I had previously spotted the figure. No no no.

– MC? Who are you talking about? – she asked in a scared voice. – You scare me.

I was breathing fast, trying to find a suitable explanation for my behavior. I turned to Jessy and shook my head calmly.

– Something confused me. Never mind. – I waved my hand, ignoring my performance from a minute ago. – We'd better go get some food because I'm starving.

Jessy looked at me strangely until we got back to her car. I fastened my seatbelt and unfazed, began changing the song on the radio.

And I sat there with a calm and cold face as the pile burned inside me, just like in a radio song.

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