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lady-harrowhark · 1 year

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hello, can you explain to me in more clarity your “waxen” theory regarding Ianthe? I’m not picking up on what this implies but it’s making my brain itch.

Sort of! Totally fair question, I just don't have a lot of clarity myself in that I don't have a fully formed theory lol. There's definitely some links and parallels in verbiage that are pinging on my radar, so I do think something's funky, but I wouldn't say I'm fully on board with this yet. I'm just playing in the sandbox Tamsyn has provided us, tossing out ideas and thinking out loud. But I can go into some more detail, and add some more thoughts that have occurred to me since I posted that last night.

(Here's a link to the post in question, for context)

Anyway! So let's first lay out all the times we get someone described as some type of wax. At various points in HtN, we get the descriptions "a shoddy wax cast of some more beautiful sculpture," a "wax figure in a pink dolly dress," a "wax figure in pale purple chiffon," and "waxen face" for Ianthe. We also see that descriptor used a few other times for other people throughout the series. In GtN, Harrow's parents' bodies are called "waxy" and the first introduction of Protesilaus (as the beguiling corpse) says he was "waxen looking in the sunlight." In NtN, Kiriona's skin is said to have a "weird, waxy quality," then Naberius's skin is called "waxen" when they first meet up with Ianthe, and again a few pages later it again references the "waxen, handsome face". What I'm getting at here is that every time this sort of description is deployed, it's in reference to a dead body that's been preserved, manipulated, and is essentially masquerading as a living person... except for Ianthe.

We also know there are a multitude of times that she's described as looking like a poor copy of Coronabeth. There's that "shoddy wax cast of some more beautiful sculpture" line, her first introduction calls her a "starved shadow" of her sister ("or the first an illuminated reflection [of Ianthe]," and actually, off the top of my head I don't know that we ever see their descriptions framed that way again... I'd have to investigate this more later, but this might be the only time that Corona is described as a "better" version of Ianthe, rather than Ianthe being a "worse" version of Corona, which is interesting), there's a point where it says "The second twin was as though the first had been taken to pieces and put back together without any genius. She wore a robe of the same cloth and colour, but on her it was a beautiful shroud on a mummy," etc etc etc. I know there's more, but I'm too lazy to go pull the rest of the quotes and you get the picture by this point I'm sure. So nearly all of these situate her, at least visually, as a copy or approximation of Coronabeth, and one that doesn't quite live up to original at that.

So now let's pick apart this snippet of conversation we overhear between Silas and Ianthe at Magnus and Abigail's dinner party a bit. Ianthe says she was born via "surgical means," which I'm assuming is referring to a C-section delivery (or whatever the necromantic equivalent is) and notes that Corona is a few minutes older. Silas seems surprised (or perhaps concerned?) that they "risked intervention" and Ianthe says Corona had "removed [her] source of oxygen". At this point Silas says, "A wasted opportunity, I'd think." I had always taken this for him just being a dick and implying he wished she'd died in the womb, but coming back to it with this new angle... well. She says "Corona's birth put my survivability somewhere around definite nil." And I'm wondering if that doesn't tie to Harrow's comment about infant deaths generating "enough thanergy to take out the entire planet." Basically, could Silas have been implying that the Tridentarii's parents wasted an opportunity to use the thanergy from baby Ianthe's death to power up Corona?

Harrow says that twins are an ill omen, but the text hasn't come back to that as of yet. Given the difficulty necromancers experience with pregnancy, I'd imagine twins would could be especially dangerous and that in and of itself could be considered an ill omen. Ianthe's comments certainly suggest that their mother carried the pregnancy, although I don't think we know for certain whether she was a necromancer. I am so intensely curious about the Tridentarii's childhood and their parents; we get so many gestures towards some really twisted family dynamics, but very little in the way of concrete explanations. Particularly relevant here, I'd love to know more about their father wanting a "matched set" and how that came about. Did they intentionally plan for twins from the start? Was it only once they knew they were having twins that that became a factor? What's the significance there?

Outside of those "waxy" descriptors, Ianthe tends to be described as much more sickly looking than even other necromancers. We know that necromancers on the whole tend towards a phenotype of physical weakness, but even still, there's an emphasis on this with Ianthe beyond that. This might be due in part to narrator bias (coughGideoncough) or the direct juxtaposition between her and Coronabeth's vivaciousness, but what really jumps out at me as contributing to this effect is how frequently she's described as being colorless, pale, washed out, bloodless, pallid, anemic, etc etc etc. It very much makes me think of the way the color drains away from Colum (and even the rest of the room and the others in it) when Silas is siphoning. Silas himself is also often described as colorless ("mayonnaise uncle," "milk man") but not so much in a way that implies frailty as much as I read it as implying a stark coldness, in line with the very black-and-white moral authority he presumes to wield, a purported "purity", much different than Ianthe's colorlessness. With Ianthe, you get a sense that her palette ought to have been or perhaps was closer to Corona's, but the color's been drained away; where Corona's hair is described as golden, Ianthe's is "canned butter", for example. Almost like the life's been siphoned out, one might say.

So to kind of circle back around, do I actually think Ianthe is dead or a corpse like the other "wax" figures we've seen? Nah. Between Harrow and Palamedes, and especially Palamedes's medical necromancy, I think we would have heard about it by now if that were the case. But I do think it's entirely plausible that she's had a bit of a brush with death and that perhaps she's never quite fully come back from, and I do think she's being intentionally positioned as somewhat adjacent to death. If their parents were wanting twins from the outset, perhaps they used necromantic means to encourage the conception. Or if the pregnancy was as high-risk as I suspect it was, perhaps she'd died or nearly died at birth and been resuscitated. Their parents may have gone to extremes to keep her alive, to maintain their matched set. Given the themes of this series, I do feel it's necessary to draw a distinction between "resuscitation" and "resurrection" although they are curiously adjacent to one another. For all the text has grappled with dying and staying dead, dying and coming back, dying and choosing whether or not to return... we haven't touched on what something like a "near death experience" would look like. I'd imagine having that sort of experience, even at an incredibly young age, might lead one to be fascinated with, to use Ianthe's own words, "the place between death and life... the place between release and disappearance."

#it was making my brain itch also!#thank you for indulging my meandering rambles lol #I’ve got another ask sitting in my inbox that I’m working on too… I promise I’m not ignoring it!#tlt #tlt meta #ianthe tridentarius #nona the ninth spoilers #ask #mcdreary #two halves dead

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mamisfavmosher · 9 months

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Can i pls have poly judgement day x Fem reader where they see scars on her body from when she was younger?

of course! thanks for the request!

unveiled // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

warning: some graphic descriptions, suggestive language near the end

When I was younger, I was involved in a horrific car accident. There were shards of glass everywhere, I was covered in my own blood, and half the car had been smashed in. The paramedics had pulled me out of the car unconscious and I ended up stuck in the hospital for over a week. The accident could've brought death, but fortunately, it spared me with only a few large scars to bear its memory.

While I wasn't ashamed or embarrassed of these marks on my body, they weren't the first thing everyone knew about me. As a professional wrestler for the WWE, the main subject of most of my conversations were focused on my life now and my career. Only a few of my closest friends knew of the accident and my scars, and that's the way I typically prefer to keep it.

I joined The Judgment Day a few months ago and my career was only getting better. Learning a bunch of new techniques from each of the members had greatly increased the amount of victories I scored in the ring. After spending so much time with the four of them, our relationship became personal and intimate. It was never spoken of or declared as official, but we all knew that we loved each other and that was enough for us.

Now, as I sit in the locker room alone, trying on a new ring outfit, I felt a little anxious. The other members of the faction had never seen my scars and this outfit showed a little more skin than any of my others which made a few of the marks visible. I knew they wouldn't mind and I was certain they would never make me feel bad about them, but there is something so intimate about showing vulnerability that made me feel nauseous.

I nervously stood in front of the mirror, chewing on my lip as I heard a knock on the door. "Can I come in?" It was Rhea. I silently panicked and threw on an oversized t-shirt before rushing to open the door for her. "Hey, cutie." She smiled at me and kissed my forehead.

"Hi." I meekly said and closed the door behind her. Her eyebrows instantly furrowed at my small demeanor. She stayed next to me, her hands fiddling with the ends of the t-shirt.

"What's up with the shirt? I wanted to see your new gear." Rhea's tone was filled with excitement as she had played a part in the design of the outfit.

"Oh, umm-" I looked around the room to avoid her question, but I was saved by another knock on the door. Rushing over, I opened it to see the three men of the group. "Hi, guys." I weakly smiled at them and let them file into the locker room. They greeted me separately before relaxing onto the couch.

Rhea moved to stand next to the boys and looked at me expectantly. "So? Let us see the new gear!" She exclaimed and I started chewing on my lip again.

"I'm excited to see this! Did they add the little lace up section like I wanted?" Dom asked. I nodded and lifted up the shirt enough for him to see the laces, but nothing else.

"C'mon, lass. Take it off and let us get the full picture!" Finn said with a smirk and Damian agreed with him.

I sighed and looked down at my feet. The anxious feeling was at an all time high as I tried to steady my breathing. They're just marks on my body. The four of them get marks on their bodies all the time. Except their's aren't permanent.

"Babe? What's wrong?" Rhea was concerned. She walked over to me and softly caressed my cheek with her knuckles. I looked up at her and felt my breath halt.

I shook my head. "I don't think I'm ready yet." I could sense all of them being confused as I looked away.

"What do you mean, baby? What's going on?" Her hand gently gripped my jaw and turned my head to face her again. "Talk to us." I could tell she only wanted to help me.

I sighed and nervously looked at all of them. "I have scars... Like big, scary ones." My hands fisted the ends of the shirt I was wearing. "I just don't want you to think less of me when you see them." All of their faces fell when I said this.

"Amorcita..." Damian sighed. "Nothing in this world could make us think less of you. You're our precious girl." He held out his hand for me to take and I did. Pulling me onto his lap, he circled his arms around my waist and held me tight against him. "You're absolutely perfect in our eyes." He said with a kiss to my cheek.

"If it makes you feel any better, you don't have to show us if you don't want to." Dom mentioned. "You can wear one of your normal ring outfits until you're more comfortable." He suggested with a kind smile.

I looked down at my hands in my lap, thinking of my response. "I wanna show you guys. Just give me a minute." I stood up from Damian's lap and moved back into the open space of the room. "Maybe just... look away first?" I was nervous and it was extremely obvious, so they all complied with my wishes. Hesitantly, I peeled the shirt from my body and took a deep breath. "Umm, okay. You can look." I shifted my gaze to the side to avoid their stares.

Shuffling my feet back and forth, I grew uneasy from the lack of response. "That bad, huh?" I asked in disappointment.

"Are you kidding? You look insanely badass!" Dom exclaimed while walking over to me. I giggled at his reaction, but quickly focused back on the others and their responses.

"Love, you're still incredibly beautiful. And, I agree with Dom." Finn aimed a grin at me and I smiled back, chuckling at Dom who mumbled, "She looks like a warrior."

"So, you guys still think I'm pretty?" I cautiously asked.

"Absolutely, sweetheart. No doubt about that." Damian smirked at me and continued to rake his eyes over my figure.

"The prettiest." Rhea confirmed and moved toward me to give me a hug. "We love you, sweet girl. No matter what kind of scars you have. Not to mention, you're such a sexy little thing in this ring gear." She nipped at my neck eliciting a small gasp from me. "You'll have to wear this more often." She winked at me before kissing my head.

"Thanks, guys. I feel a little better now." I smiled at all of them.

"Just a little? Need us to show you how beautiful we think you are?" Dom asked with a suggestive tone, his hand snaking around my waist.

"Dom!" I playfully hit his chest and he laughed at my flustered state.

The rest of the night went amazingly well. I confidently went out into the ring in my new gear, not the slightest bit of anxiety creeping around me. I won my match and the rest of the group quickly took me back to the locker room to show me how proud they were of me.

#rhea ripley #wwe #the judgement day #dominik mysterio #finn balor #wwe superstars #damian priest #fanfiction #rhea ripley x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #finn balor x reader #damian priest x reader #wwe x reader #monday night raw #the judgment day x reader #poly!judgment day

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viivdle · 3 months

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it's been a long time coming..

Dancing With Our Hands Tied (Jurdan's Version) with @annamatix <3

part 1!!

"I, I loved you in secret" is one of the many lyrics you don't need to use metaphorically for them to fit. he *did* love her in secret, and he hid his feelings with every action he took.

"First sight, yeah, we love without reason" we get a description of what he noticed first when he saw jude, and he was (very obviously, might i add) star struck. he didn't have a reason to be attracted to her. if anything, it was the opposite. his whole life he was taught to hate mortals and find them repulsing, but something about her was different.

"Oh, how were you to know?" i think sometimes cardan regrets his actions. he would do it again just to have the same outcome - being with jude. but i think he regrets how long it took because it cost them valuable time together. even after his feelings were clear, he did things that prolonged the time until they got to openly confess their love.

"And my, my love had been frozen" with everything in his life growing up, nobody reciprocated the love he tried to give, so he locked his heart away the best he could. he tried to freeze it so it wouldn't get hurt, but people still found ways to shatter it.

"Deep blue, but you painted me golden" cardan had a horrible life, nobody needs reminders of it. it's in everything he says and does. she ultimately saved his life in more ways than one. this can also be taken literally. "but you painted me golden" fits the scene in which jude struck him and smeared gold over his face, but that's just a funny thing to add. another way to interpret it (i'm already getting unhinged with this) is that he was with nicasia before he was with jude. not only were they bad together, which painted him blue, but nicasia is the princess of the undersea, nicasia is the deep blue that was replaced with gold, jude.

"Oh, and you held me close. Oh, how was I to know?" it's no secret that jude can lie. and that she takes great advantage of that ability. even after everything, i think cardan still had doubts about her love for him because she *could* be lying. he's very self-destructive and thinks little to nothing of himself. "it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing" is only one of the many admissions to it, verbal or not. while he knows jude loves him, but can't be certain.

"I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets" screams cardan. he thought he was uncapable of being loved, and she proved him otherwise. he loves with all he has and all he can give, and when he got a taste of what it was like to be loved, he never wanted to let it go again. he would've spent forever with her hands in his pockets, and he would've been happy to do so.

"Picture of your face in an invisible locket" i love love LOVE this lyric, and cardan would too. as i said, he loves with all his might, and he proudly does so. he would 100% wear a locket with a picture of jude in it, nobody questions that. he would love it even more if the locket was invisible to show everyone who has his heart. in the standards elfhame sets, he shouldn't feel proud to love a mortal. he is anyway and after finding out how it feels to love her, he stops caring about it and he would scream it from the top of every building in the kingdom.

"You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it" need i remind everyone of when he was a serpent and knew nothing, not even himself (yes, i'm repeating myself again) but he knew jude? nothing in the world could stop his love for her, literally. and it most definitely something he'd admit to jude.

"I had a bad feeling" has so many meanings for me, looking at it and trying to connect it to cardan. literally, hate is a bad feeling - and he felt it for jude. a lot. cardan, despite his very inflated seeming ego, is extremely anxious when it comes to jude. not only is she the only family he has left, she's the only family he ever had. yes, he had his court. yes, he had a complex relationship with the people in it. yes, said relationship also included love. but no, it was never pure love. jude and cardan's story is anything but pure. it's tainted, bloody, cursed... but their love? it's the purest love in his life.

i know this is very, very long, and i doubt anyone's read it - but stay tuned for the rest of my version and anna's post on her account<33

#it's been over a month #it's been a LONG time coming #cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #jurdan #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #tfota #the folk of the air #holly black #taylor swift #jurdan songs #taylor swift analysis #tfota songs #tfota song analysis #idk how to tag this ahhhh!!!!@#how the king of elfhame learned to hate stories #htkoelths

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gamerbearmira · 10 months

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Porcelain skin

As the day wore on the hardened skin only spread further. they wouldn't be able to hide it much longer.

Mirabel didn't know what scared her more, what was happening won't stop or telling abulia.

After another it was lunch and they were both getting hungry.

Stopping Mirabel brought out the lunches she'd packed for both of them. Antonio finished eating quickly and started playing with his new animal friends that had come to join them. This made her happy it was a good distraction for him.

For the next few minutes Mirabel just sat there eating watch Antonio run around till he fell

Antonio was able to catch himself, for the most part all except for his knee that slammed into the ground.

Mirabel shot up rushing over with some of her mama's food in hand.

Dropping down next to him Mirabel rapidly start asking questions Antonio are you ok, does it hurt, what happened

The next words that Antonio spoke made her stomach drop

"Mira Mirabel i can't move my leg!" Fear was evident in his voice flipping antonio over and taking a look revealed that his knee was completely fine the reason why was obvious and much worse

The hard glass-like skin had grown to completely cover the joint making the leg unmoveable.

Inside Mirabel was terrified but she didn't let it show that would only make Antonio more scared.

With her support She got him on his feet problem was that with only one leg Antonio was forced to jump around well holding on to her kind like how people with crunch moved well at least that's what she'd read no one ever need crutches in the encanto

Lucky for theme a solution quickly protected itself parce Antonio new jaguar friend crochet down indicating for Antonio to get on his back

Lifting Antonio up Mirabel succeed in getting him on parce back

Packing up there lunch Mirabel could only think of what she was going to do

quickly coming a decision she desired to tell abulala what was happening after dinner tonight

If it was just herself she could handle what was going on but she wouldn't risk Antonio.

no matter what happened to her she would make sure Antonio was safe.

Hi there couple of things first I'm back from vacation seconds I thought I would send in something I have been working on hope you like it

Also if you have any tips to improve my writing and lengthen my chapter that would be greatly appreciated

Sorry one more thing that picture you made gave my an idea may I use it don't worry I will give you credit also I may not use it just thought I'd ask I didn't want to steal your work

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Ok one. AMAZING❗❗ Love it so far. As for tips ummmm, I would say? Maybe add some more dialogue, or even descriptions when you don't want talking. AND AND. Something I do a lot: explore characters point of views. You know, write it from their eyes, that's what I do; it explores what they're thinking and it helps add more length <33

ALSO I AM SO SORY FOR NOT SEEING THIS SOONER. I don't get notified of submissions, and I often answer asks from my notifications board, so I often don't see things like this u til I actually go to the inbox itself. Sorry <333

And yes❗❗ You can use my art, I don't mind as long as you credit me. Even if you don't end up using, I don't mind.

#submission #my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #porcelain skin au

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anotherworldash · 11 months

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What is your take on Kaname and THW ship if it isn't romantic? How does it compare to Yume?

hello i'm glad you asked! i've been thinking about thie series for a while! and to answer it:

(this is my personal take and you can agree to disagree but i will stand by my opinion. if you ship THWxKaname and aren't happy with my answer please just kindly leave my blog without trying to convince me)

i don't think kaname loves THW romantically although they were in romantic relationship. in the sense of... it's clear there's a panel where she kissed him on the lips so their relationship were romantic.

i think they were together because: at that time, both were looking for companion with same goal in mind. their action were quite controversial. so, they did bond overtime.

but he wasn't attracted to her that much. he didn't have the hots for her like he did to yuki. yeah i'm not even joking on this part. haven't we read enough how much kaname yearn for yuki physically? kaname is literally so horny when it comes to yuki. we've seen how they kiss or drink blood.

(with this description, i'm pretty sure attraction is a big part of relationship for a man like kaname................ god i love him . taken from volume 10 btw)

so THW's kiss with kaname is a pale comparison. in my personal opinion, it's rather one-sided. (THW leaning in for a kiss and kaname's somberly touch her flowing braids... i feel like this could be any woman x kaname if she is the one giving him direction/power/companionship at that time., i think it's expected when two opposite gender that respect and doesn't hate each other spend a lot of time together. he's got his 'he's just a man' moments if you know what i mean when he take blood from ruka)

let's say he had a slight attraction to THW. still, it's already over once she's dead. he also had completely moved on from THW, yuki herself asked if kaname is looking for replacement for her and he said 'no one can be a replacement to anyone'. he didn't lie when he said this. there's literally no need for him to lie. he did regret losing THW but that's it.

(let me add some personal opinions/headcanon : i also don;t think THW and kaname had done anything more than a kiss. i long wondered how did kuran family has descendants if kaname didn't have a child himself back then with THW? if he had one then surely he would had a reason to live , or at least the child will appear in his memory. but, no that just doesn't exist. the more accurate guess would be : perhaps kuran family doesn't consist only ancestor kaname, but he had other siblings/family member who procreated and that is where yuki/rido/juri/haruka came from. the reason why they weren't in picture was because they didn't agree with kaname's goal to live alongside human. so they separated way) (ya know this could be provven wrong in the future VKM chapters as the series is still ongoing but i will stand by my opinion for now as it makes the most sense. if you think about it, someday ai's descendant will call rido as 'kuran ancestor' too.)

rather than in love, it's more appropriate to say kaname is still in the same page with THW when it comes to problem solving. because, they were doing the same quest together. and he actually agree that her plans to kill are purebloods and her decision to sacrifice herself were GOOD SOLUTIONS. when all plans failed, he remembered he could use her solutions.

this is the space where Yuki came in too late to save Kaname. it's not entirely Yuki's fault because Kaname deliberately keeps Yuki away from this problem because he knew how she'd sacrifice herself for him and he don't want that.

when it comes to yume, eventhough kaname sees yuuki as his lover and beloved, he was unable to see her as his equal. perhaps it's due to big age gap between them. therefore, kaname already has this mindset that decide yuki can't handle this much of a problem. and even if she can, he wouldn't let such a baby get involved in this problem.

the point in his struggle is he wants her to live and be free, just like he wanted himself to live and be free. kaname longs for the mortality and carefreeness that might set him free from his responsibility and burden (but he can't, so he try to at least give it to yuki. but OOPS, he turned yuki back into a vampire and now he's gotta keep those purebloods and opposing vampires in check...cause they're not endangerin only him, but yuki as well. not to mention the furnace and vampire hunter weapons are getting less effective.)

kaname meant it when he said yuki has became a hindrance for him. this is exactly why at the end of series, he wanted zero to be with yuki.

originally, that is not what he wanted, he wanted yuki for only himself. this is shown where he turned yuki back into vampire. although this was initiated by yuki. let's admit he partly agree so he could have her by himself. and show zero that yuki is HIS. that was not a part of his original plan.

but then he realized things have gotten too complicated and the price is too high to pay. (the price is yuki's safety and happiness that he fought for long and many times. he also saw that yuki wasn't as happy as she used to be in her new life as vampire and he felt guilty for it)

by the time he said she is a hindrance, he already hated himself. perhaps he already hated himself from a long time ago and now he got to see for himself how far his course of actions have gotten everyone in trouble. he didn't feel like he deserved yuki's warmth for a slightest. for him, it's already over. everything is over. his life is over. he wants nothing but redemption. i think this explains why he's so nonchalant when yuki held him tight. but, he still talked to her once he heard yuki erased zero's memories to chose him.

<Additionally, it explains why he decided to leave after their night together. Things have gone wrong so many times. Why would it work this time? It's the state of a depressed mind.>

ultimately he just want to protect yuki and prevent her from perishing like THW. because, he might not 'love' THW romantically or passionately but her sacrifice showed him how regret feels. he learned from it and try his best to prevent it in the future.

this is also why he rushed to throw his heart into the furnace, he didn't want yuki to change his mind again knowing her safety is at stake. especially when he know yuuki is too empathetic and caring of others.

kaname has this mindset : "If you want to marry an Angel, you must first create Heaven for her. Angels don't live in Hell".

as her ancestor,brother,husband,lover, he feels responsible to yuki's wellbeing.

unironically, he's a simple logical man. he's got a goal in mind and no price is too high to create heaven for yuki, a safe place she can live in. even if the cost is his own life and happiness

#vk #vampire knight #kaname kuran #yuki kuran #the hooded woman #the ancestress #eternal yume #yume #ask #long post

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toomanyplotbunnies-sendhelp · 3 months

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Hello and welcome to Day 7 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies"

Sorry for posting this a bit late today, I was busy, and the idea was a bit complicated to put in words. (Don't you love when your brain gives you only vivid images but abandons you when you need to describe them? Yeah, me too)

The fic idea I wanna explore today is actually a collab fanfic between me and my friend @yokomisaki.

This is a Canon Divergence AU for Naruto that both of us came up with around *checks notes* July 13th, 2023. It actually started with me saying that "Shiranui Genma is definitely a motherhen to anybody that he deems in need of motherhening" and that evolved into "Shiranui Genma would make a great Jounin Sensei" before it settled into "Make Shiranui Genma a Jonin Sensei and then throw Naruto at him cause god, does the kid need someone like him in his life".

I came up with a title for this fic, and we already started writing it. I have done a small part of the prologue so far, but we have chapters planned out (just not written out yet).

Title of the fic:

"The late dog always barks at the closed door"

(Yes, it is a jab at Kakashi's habit of being late. Is it mean of me to do this? Yes. Do I care? Not really. I feel he needs a bit of a reality check for that; like, you can be late for your own personal meetings but NOT FOR A FREAKING OFFICIAL MEETING)

Synopsis/Description:

Shiranui Genma is many things, but he is not a teacher. At least not until the Hokage decides that, in the wake of one Jounin Sensei's death, he is to take a team of 3 freshly graduated children under his wing. The good news is that he is not obligated to pass them. The bad news is that he actually likes the brats - despite the fact that he knows only headaches will follow him now.

In the one year he had the brats for a lot changed, including what one of his students wanted to do with her life as a shinobi. Now, Genma is required to get a new Gennin to make up for the student (and she is still his student dammit; no official paper will ever change that) that decided to pursue the career of "not-battle active medic-nin".

When it was time for him to choose, he recognized a certain hyperactive blonde as part of the rooster he could choose from - which is weird since Hatake seems to want him. So then why was not the kid already spoken for?

After some consideration, Genma came up with his answer.

"Hokage-sama, I want to take Uzumaki Naruto as the new member for Team 3."

Some details:

I know Team 3 is supposed to be Might Guy, Neji Hyuuga, Tenten, and Rock Lee; however, I have always believed them to be team 9, so it is really hard for me to correct that belief. Thus, just for the sake of my brain, Genma's team is Team 3, while Guy's team is team 9.

This fic will have (so far) 4 OCs: Kawamura Chizuru (Part of Team 3 - retires from active duty but is still considered part of the team by Genma); Nomura Akira (Part of Team 3); Higashi Kyoka (Part of Team 3); Sakaki Ichirou (the boy that takes Naruto's place in team 7)

Yes, at Naruto's graduation team, because he also got to graduate, there was one person that would have to be put in another team as the numbers wouldn't add up (think instead of 21 kids aka 7 teams of 3, there are 22 kids that graduated)

We have most of the plot for the OG series already thought out; the Shippuden part is more complicated (because of what we do with the pervious part)

Naruto is getting the darn support system that he is in need of in this AU

And I am not overlooking Sasuke either. Without Naruto around to push him, Sasuke will realize that he is pretty much isolated (thank you Konoha Elders and Teacher from the Akademy (Not Iruka), you did a fantastic job *note the sarcasm*). Cause really, the main reason why it didn't look like Sasuke was isolated by others (and instead it showed he chose isolation) is because Naruto is like 10 people in one presence-wise. And because I am taking Naruto away from the picture, I raise you this idea: Get Raidou (or any competent adult) to interact with Sasuke. Sasuke needs more competent adults in his life at this point

Everyone - and I mean EVERYONE - is getting character development. Even just some characters that appear for a few times. And I am dragging Kakashi from his brooding corner, kicking and screaming if I have to. (And yes, that includes villains, too. *looks at my brain planned storyline* And summons get the same treatment as well)

Another thing: Political Sub-plot. Ya think that with all the importance they put on, not only rank but missions that get you in different countries, this show would have more political talk; but no. So we are bringing Naruto into politics. Inter-village Politics, to be precise. Naruto, prepare your Talk no Jutsu.

Also, Fuuinjutsu Made-Up Theory Stuff. Just because I can and I will (I am in charge of Fuuinjitsu stuff). Genma is making Naruto learn them from scratch.

We are addressing the fact that the Shinobi Academy of Konoha was turned into a "civilian playground" because of the Konoha Elders. (It's way worse than you can think if Genma makes Naruto re-learn stuff from zero) - there is no way any fight will have some bullshit pop-quiz about History or Chakra Theory. How in the world are those kids alive?

We also have Orochimaru Plot™️. A whole ton of it too.

We also get into the "Preparation to Take a Life on the Battlefield" thing. Because people there seem to not do it anymore. Like, get the kids to kill animals in the wild after catching them. Is it hard? Yes. But THEY NEED THE DAMN EXPERIENCE SO THEY DON'T FREEZE UP AS BADLY IN COMBAT.

Get Naruto into the Tactical Thinking. Not because he is Shikamaru Level at it; but because he is good at surprising the enemy. So Naruto's shenanigans + some tactician lessons = Perfect Combo for Ambush.

Naruto and Kurama interact earlier. And, while it won't be that much better than the beginning of their friendship in the anime, we are getting the friendship a lot faster this time.

Finally, Team 3, being trained by Genma, starts to pick up having Senbons on them. It's like their "mark" as Genma's kids. (Genma is so proud)

This is all I have currently (mostly because it's late at night here, and I am losing my thought process). I will also post what I have written from the Prologue after this is posted, so look forward to that.

So, what do you think? Good? Bad?

I will see you guys later. Take care and have a great day/night!

- TooManyPlotBunnies-Send Help

#naruto #naruto shippuden #au canon divergence #fanfic ideas #fic ideas #canon is pretty much dead by the time Chunnin Exam hit #genma shiranui #ocs #we have only 4 so far but we will get more #i am getting my politics in this fic #give naruto a good support system #sasuke is also getting a support system #we are fixing shit by making other shit worse

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ae-neon · 1 year

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Reading Throne of Glass (23-25)

Recap:

Kaltain Rompier is risking using Duke Perrington as a stepping stone to get to Dorian

Celaena grows closer to Dorian, Chaol and Nehemia. She also saves Nox Owen's life.

Chapter 23

Celaena has a nightmare she's back in Endovier, it's pretty well written.

The whip fell, slicing into bone, reverberating through her body, making everything collapse and explode in agony, shifting her body into a graveyard, a dead- Celaena’s eyes flew open. She panted. “Are you . . . ,” someone said beside her, and she jerked. Where was she? “It was a dream,” said Chaol. (...) She was sweating, and the sweat on her back felt uncomfortably like blood.(...) “Celaena. It was a dream,” the Captain of the Guard said again. “You were screaming.” He gave her a shaky smile. “I thought you were being murdered.”

Poor girl.

"It’s Samhuinn." Sarah...

“Of course. And will you be summoning the dead to you this haunted night or lighting a bonfire with your companions?” (Celaena) “I don’t partake in such superstitious nonsense.” (Chaol)

You live in a world with faeries and witches??

Celaena always adds insane amounts of sugar to her breakfast. I don't understand sweet breakfasts in the first place, but is this something to keep in mind? Is this gonna be relevant? Why is it always mentioned? If it's not gonna matter it should have been edited out.

The last Test had been javelin throwing on horseback, and a spot on her wrist was still tender. so we skipped another Test apparently.

As a writer I totally understand why SJM didn't do a POV per chapter, if actually really difficult, but it still feels a bit weird to just switch over outta nowhere.

Dorian has just come out of a temple service which his mother - the Queen of Ardalan, Georgina Havilliard - used as an opportunity to try to point out some more eligible ladies to marry.

He’d spent the entire service trying not to scream at the top of his lungs. He's apparently very frustrated by this.

He bumps into Celaena and she's with Nehemia and Chaol. Core 4 moment.

Personally, I just like having 4 main characters, even in my own work.

The politics between Ardalan and Eyllwe is a little confusing. Perrington is suggesting keeping Nehemia in Rifthold and sending more troops to squash the rebels but Nehemia's own father sent her there, clearly he's willing to work with Ardalan

Now, standing before her, Dorian quickly looked away from the princess. If he were anyone but the Crown Prince, he would warn her.

I need the fics y'all. This is such a nicely complicated dynamic. Is it problematic? Yes but so is the canon

Nehemia: I don't really like Dorian, or Chaol, or anyone here, except you

Celaena: you're so cool, you're the best

He looked handsome today. It was in the way his hair met his golden skin—in the tiny gaps between the strands, in the way it fell across his brow. sorry I literally don't understand what this means, like I cannot picture it

“As my friend, you should either bring me along, or keep me company.” “Friend?” he asked. She blushed. “Well, ‘scowling escort’ is a better description. Or ‘reluctant acquaintance,’ if you prefer.” To her surprise, he smiled.

Cute. Chaol's side of the love scale stacking once again

Nehemia wants Celaena to teach her the language but let's think about this:

Nehemia is a princess

Eyllwe, Ardalan, Terrasen are on the same continent, all on the same coast and bordering each other

Clearly the people of Terrasen and Ardalan speak the same language

Why wouldn't the people of Eyllwe speak that same language because they're black?

Like even if they had their own language and odd one out culture why wouldn't the Princess and others have been taught that language from birth

ESPECIALLY when Ardalan is the new superpower and has been for 10 years.

Nehemia would definitely know this language

Cain was kneeling by the creepy clock tower.

Nehemia tells Celaena the marks by the tower are called Wyrdmarks and part of an ancient religion. She wants Celaena to forget about them/leave them alone.

After Nehemia seems suspicious of Celaena they agree to teach each other their languages.

Chapter 24

It's midnight and Celaena is bored in her room while most people are at the feast.

There have been hints of drafts and smells in her room even when the windows and doors were closed. Now she sees a tapestry with a silver haired woman on it swaying slightly. She finds a hidden door in the wall.

She smartly puts a chair in the secret door so it doesn't close on her and ties some yarn to it so she can follow it back. Idk about tying the yarn to the chair because then you could accidentally pull the chair into the passage.

Celaena follows the passage and eventually ends up at an old abandoned escape route to the sea and she's like "HA! I'm outta here"

She knew that she could easily escape, and that it would be foolish to do so. The king would find her, somehow. And Chaol would be disgraced and relieved of his position. And Princess Nehemia would be left alone with moronic company, and, well . . . Celaena straightened, her chin rising. She would not run from them as a common criminal. She would face them—face the king—and earn her freedom the honorable way.

Suuuuuure, I guess...

She follows another tunnel and ends up in a small tunnel overlooking the hall where the feast is happening.

She sees Chaol, a few other competitors.

The other Champions were allowed to attend, and she wasn’t? (...) —even the pimply-faced Pelor sat near Chaol! A half-rate boy assassin! Not too much on my boy Pelor, miss Sardothien

The Chaoleana stack: moments, character development, sparring, her remembering his brother's name etc

The Dorlaena stack: she wants to kiss him

Lol jk, but her moments with Chaol are definitely stronger so far

Celaena thinks Chaol is leaving the feast to come to her room so she runs all the way back and dives into bed.

Dorian comes to Celaena's room around 2 am but the scenes with Celaena happened around midnight so it's possible Chaol did come to her room and we just didn't see it.

Lmao maybe not, Chaol shows up and drags Dorian away.

It's interesting - if a bit creepy - to see their different thoughts as they look at sleeping Celaena. Dorian sees the girl under the assassin. Chaol sees the assassin under the girl.

Chaol gives Celaena a ring from the party says they were given out, that most of the women would probably give them to their servants. But the ring is silver?????? SARAH JANET ARE YOU INSANE???

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Still sitting at a nice middle ground

#ae reads throne of glass #throne of glass #sjm critical #anti tog #just in case

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trans-axolotl · 2 years

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Image description: Simplicity sewing pattern s9492. It shows 5 different add ons to a wheelchair: a seat cover, armrest covers, a bag that attaches to the back of the wheelchair, and a bag that attaches to the side and has a pouch and a cup holder.]

also if any wheelchair users can help me out with stuff for my etsy would also be greatly appreciated! I was looking at making the bag that attached to the back of the wheelchair or the one on the side but I'm curious to know if wheelchair users feel like that design would actually be compatible with custom wheelchairs or any wheelchairs that aren't like, a hospital standard manual wheelchair. like i'm trying to think of this bag would be compatible or useful if you use like, a ti lite wheelchair. if you think it wouldn't work but there's a type of bag that you would love to have that would work for your wheelchair, let me know!

if it is actually something that would work and you r a wheelchair user who would be interested in helping me out, message me! i will make you a free wheelchair bag in any style you like if in exchange you take pictures of it on your wheelchair that i can publish on my etsy.

#personal #actually disabled #physical disability #wheelchair user #mobility aids #cripple punk #chronically ill tag #chronic illness #disability community #if u haven't seen my other posts i use forearm crutches so i only can test out and take photos #of my own mobility aids #but would love to offer more stuff #and im slightly dubious that this bag pattern is compatible with most wheelchairs but im not sure!#or honestly. most dubious of the like sidearm thing with the cup.#bc im picturing some of my friends wheelchairs in my head and i know it would get in the way of pushing the wheels

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army-of-bee-assassins · 11 months

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back with more questions regarding image descriptions!!

let's say there is an artwork for a fandom that is specific to one country mostly. (Czechia in this example) since the thing the fandom is based on is in Czech. should I write the image description in English or in Czech?

also I've heard somewhere that proper writing should be used in them, is that true? like if the original text is caps lock I should put it to regular. or when no punctuation is used, I should add it.

i hope these aren't stupid, questions. I'm thinking of adding descriptions to all pictures on my art sideblog and I want to do it right :)!!

hi there! sorry for the late response on this one!

so for your first question, i would write the image description in czech in that case! generally speaking, i would write in the language that most of the post's audience will be using. or perhaps whatever language the op was using. you can also do the image description in more than one language (like english and czech for example) if you want. but one language will generally be sufficient.

in terms of proper grammar in image descriptions, i am not sure that it is vital (tho people are welcome to correct me on this), but i believe that it is preferred by some people. i usually use proper capitalization and punctuation in my ids. but again, any id is better than none.

as for correcting punctuation and capitalization when transcribing text, usually the rule of thumb is to transcribe the text as-is, without editing anything. the main exception would be for an honest-to-god typo (like fully a mistake, not a misspelling that was added for comedic effect) that may affect the post's legibility. in that case, you can usually correct the spelling. but otherwise i wouldn't edit the capitalization, spelling, or punctuation. if something would be truly incomprehensible for a screen reader (like something with a lot of words intentionally misspelled), then you might transcribe it as-is, followed by a "translation"/plain text of what it's meant to say.

when it comes to things that are in all caps - there are some mixed thoughts on this. i think these days most screen readers will read all caps just normally, but certain words may instead be read as an acronym. for example, "it" in all caps might be read as "I-T", like the acronym for "information technology." another thing to note is that no screen reader (as far as i'm aware) will make any note of something being in all caps. this means that when all caps are used for emphasis, a screen reader user has no way of knowing that the emphasis was there. lastly - and maybe this is just a personal preference and doesn't extend to other people - i find it kind of difficult to read a long stretch of text (like, more than a few sentences) that is in all caps. for all of these reasons listed, i often like to transcribe all caps with normal capitalization, just with a note that indicates that it was in all caps. for example: "The sign reads: [in all caps] 'do not enter'". these sorts of notes can also be added when all caps are used for emphasis. however - i'm honestly not sure if there's an agreed best practice on the transcription of all caps text. or if there is, i still need to learn about it.

just as a general note for alt text and image descriptions - a great way to learn a bit more about how screen readers work is to try out the screen reader on your phone! pretty much all modern phones have a screen reader in the accessibility settings, and you can set up a quick shortcut to turn it on and off with ease. for my phone, i just hold down both volume keys for a few seconds to turn it on. once the screen reader is on, swipe left or right to change what is highlighted and being read, and double tap to select what is highlighted. there are more settings than that, but that's what you need for just basic navigation. once you've figured out how to use your screen reader, try it out on different tumblr posts to see what it's like, and try it out on alt text or image descriptions that you write to see if they read well.

thanks for the thoughtful questions again!

#i'm hoping the basic screen reader instructions work across most phones?#i know they apply for voiceover (iphone) and talkback (android)#long post #again sorry i can't be concise to save my fucking life #j.txt

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look-a-yandere-fandom-blog · 2 years

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Dr. Stockill Yandere Alphabet.

Letters: A-Z Fandom: The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls. Implied Spoilers.

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Content Warning: Yandere behaviour, kidnapping, descriptions of murder, mentions of poisoning.

(If there’s anything else I need to add please let me know).

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Physically speaking, Dr. Stockill isn't overly affectionate. He's not a fan of physical contact so he won't be too touchy. He'll show affection in other ways such as acts of service.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Stockill prefers to not get his hands dirty. If someone needed to be taken out of the picture, he'd use a subtle method such as poisoning. But if the offender caught him in one of his outbursts, then they better prepare for hell. He has enough supplies on hand to make a person's suffering last a lifetime and he will put them to good use.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

It'd be a peculiar sight to say the least. Firstly, Stockill would explain the situation to his darling, and answer any questions they had. Then he'd be doting, jumping headfirst into what he considered a domestic life, but willing to threaten his darling if they were getting on his nerves. However, he wouldn't mock them, he'd deem it unnecessary and counterproductive.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

Being forced to stay in the asylum is a major one (this kind of counts as abduction but whatevs), medical procedures/medication, and maybe marriage if that's possible. Heavy emphasis on IF for the last one as this does take place in Victorian England.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

In terms of vulnerability, it'll take a while for Stockill to start opening up. And I mean a while.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Irritated. Can't they see that he's helping them, that he saved them from the filth outside the asylum walls? No matter, he'll just wait for them to tire themselves out. They can't fight him forever.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

♪Let's play our game-♪

Despite the doctor's rather infamous line, he'd not consider his darling's escape attempts to be a game. Stockill would likely see it as a nuisance, something borderline impossible, and nothing but a waste of effort for his darling.

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?

Stockill murdering someone close to his darling right before their eyes. Purposefully drawing out the person's suffering to teach his darling a lesson. Being powerless, unable to put an end to their friend's suffering is near impossible for them to bear. The doctor's sudden shift from unhinged and cruel to calm and collected once the ordeal is over is additionally horrifying.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Moving back to his childhood home, a quaint cottage in the country side, with his darling. But until he makes a breakthrough with his work, they'll both be stuck in the asylum.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Heheh, should we ask Violet..?

To put it simply, jealousy is a must for Stockill.

Seeing people he deemed as lesser (such as the inmates or asylum staff) interacting fondly with his darling is a recipe for disaster. At first, it will be verbal assaults. He'd lash out at those he's jealous of and threaten them if they dare to step near his darling again. If they ignore his initial warning... Well, I'll leave it up to your imagination.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

As mentioned before, he's incredibly doting; keeping close to and conversating with his darling when possible. Alongside this, he strives for his darling's approval and praise, not that he'll never admit it.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

This depends on the circumstances of their meeting. If his darling were someone he came across in everyday life outside of the asylum, he'd court them in a more traditional manner.

If they were a patient at the asylum then it'd be much more... complicated to say the least. He'd call them to his office more and more often, claiming that he needed them for whatever concoction he was testing. As his feelings started manifesting and growing more intense, so would the procedures he'd perform on his darling. Then once he's finally figured everything out he suddenly stops, and then swoops in the affection, much to the confusion of his darling.

Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

I wouldn't describe how he acts around his darling as his "true colours" but he does act drastically different.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Stockill wouldn't punish his darling by harming them, instead he'd harm those close to them. Friends, family members, and former lovers are all in the line of fire.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

As mentioned previously, he wouldn't allow them to leave the asylum. Additionally, due to his jealousy, he'd stop them from speaking with other people (maybe with the exception of Madam Mournington).

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Rather patient. He's willing to wait for his darling to come around and to realise that the best place for them to stay is with him.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Maybe. He'd sink further into his work, spending more time in his laboratory, and trying to focus on anything but his darling.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Absolutely not. In his mind, he's keeping them safe from the world. He's keeping them safe from people who'd harm or take advantage of them; not realising that he is who they should be protected from.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Stockill had been showing yandere traits since childhood (albeit more platonic ones), so I don't think there is anything in particular that brought them about.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Apathetic. Stockill has a very logical mind, and so won't completely understand his darling's more emotional reactions. Similarly to if they fought against him, the doctor would wait until they've calmed down and their outbursts have subsided.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Nope. Stockill's a pretty textbook yandere all things considered.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He's very dedicated to his work, and spends many a restless night attempting to perfect his magnum opus. Due to this, Stockill spends a lot of time alone in either his laboratory or office. His darling may be able to exploit this in order to escape, if they're lucky and their timing is good enough.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes, if he deemed it necessary.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He wouldn't worship them, however he will go to quite some lengths to win them over.

Stockill would provide his darling with all the comfort he could give them. Fine clothing, their favourite foods, and any entertainment they wished (the money for which was definitely not taken out of the asylum's funds).

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Months, maybe years. Stockill had spent much of his life with little to no feeling towards anyone. No love or hatred or guilt or fear. Nothing. Nothing at all. Suddenly experiencing emotions this intense was a shock. The doctor would rather wait, take his time, and fully understand his feelings before doing anything too extreme.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally. If his darling ever were to break, it'd likely be due to the asylum itself. It's not a place for the faint of heart, and with a lovesick doctor constantly on their heels it'll be a challenge to stay mentally stable.

#tafwvg #Yandere x reader #yandere alphabet #Yandere imagines #yandere blog #tw yandere #male yandere #Yandere Dr. Stockill #The asylum for wayward victorian girls #yandere doctor #dr stockill

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vndooms · 1 year

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Two questions:

Are you still into the Descendants fandom?

Which Descendants book characters you like and why(hint, from your Jaylos fic: So sweet; answer like this)

1. idk! my idea of being "into a fandom" is very loose. i still like descendants, i could get back into writing for it/drawing for it/finally making that video essay on jay's story arc for it at any time. ok an impulsive person. i can't stop thinking about the television show gotham (2014-2019) rn though so that's where im at. but i still reread my own fic often. just read it the other day actually.

2. ha! i actually never read the book w lonnie's brother li shang (rip his unfortunate name i can't take it seriously so i won't speak it). so ill be honest i completely made him up for so sweet, just based on the vibes i got from the vague description of that book. i only really accept the first isle book as canon supplemental materials for me, besides everyone's superfluous cousins, i just can't with that. who is cruella's evil sibling on the isle that had a kid? let's be real. but anyway i decided to add shang in as jay's minor love interest bc i wanted jay to have an experience w someone from aurais. who was really genuinely good, and i think i just pictured lonnie's older brother as someone who takes things really seriously, in contrast to her, which i wanted to reflect in how they spoke of each other, where with this dynamic where shang feels a responsibility to take pressure off of lonnie by living up to picturesque auradon ideals so that lonnie can just be herself, but lonnie sees this and feels somewhat guilty and wishes he wouldn't. if i ever got around to writing my jane/lonnie spin-off i would explore this dynamic. anyway. i know from ur blog that u like lil shang so im assuming this is what u were asking LOL

edit: that is to say i don't have a favorite character from the books bc i only read one and i can't rly remember anything notable ab any of them. harriet, i suppose! i think she just slays, i like the idea of harry and cj having a really reasonable and smart older sister while they're like really reckless and wild. i also haven't seen wicked world, so cj is also just an idea in my mind 😇

ty for the ask :) i do still like the chance to talk ab descendants

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Liveblogging TMA - Season 1 - MAG 36-38

"Fighting off the rot. The insects. The disease."

TAKEN ILL :

Great episode, if on the disgusting side, but that's nothing new now is it. Hopefully this is only a theme for this season, please. The delivery of the statement was familiar though, at least the beginning.

Well, I was going to say that the story telling made me think of Jane Prentiss' statement, but Jonathan beat me to it already.

(Looking back on it, why does it seem that, unless he is cut off by outside forces, Jonathan seems unable to stop making the statement until the end ?)

HOWEVER ! I am willing to bet money that this "Trevor" guy he was going to mention before getting cut off and the girl with him were Simon and Harriet from "Freefall".

A hint in addition is that he was cut off the same way when he was going to mention someone using "Simon Fairchild" as a fake name.

I am very intrigued by these two. Did Trevor fake his death ? Or did he manage to come back to life ? Is that even a thing, outside of those people who gambled with death ? What was he doing at this nursing home with the girl ? They seemed to have gotten rid off of whatever oddity was there, so are they like, supernatural investigators ?

Then, does that mean that they didn't give Robert Kelly to the sky themselve ? Or maybe they used him as bait ?

Or am I completely wrong on the entire line ?

Yes, that is probably it.

I have no clue as to what the nursing home's oddity was. It seems like something different from the Hive ? But that has a similar effect ? The description of the corpses and of the smell makes me think of the man from "The Man Upstairs", but I might be wrong.

Anyway, a new John to add to the list.

And our Jon has gotten a zippo lighter from Breekon and Hope, one with a web carved on it (the less I say about it, the better), as well as the table from "Across the Street". Are we finally getting more information on it ?

Nicole Baxter and her views on death and fear were still pretty enlightening. I feel like this is the kind of view we need to have to understand this story, and what makes it so ... Unsettling. Whatever that liquid was, it is a good thing she only got it on her hand. Her almost manic cleaning of it though made me think of Jane and her ... Itch.

I wouldn't be surprised if Nicole cut off her hand herself deliberately, as it were, just to stop feeling that disgusting feeling on it.

BURNT OFFERING :

... Man, their accents were cockney ? I was waaaay off the mark, talk about embarassing and possibly offensive.

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"Or would you rather watch my son burn so you can take notes."

... I just knew it would be a picture of Gertrude. I knew it.

Am I to assume that whatever this clearing is, the new picture inside the bottles would be one of Jonathan ? Is he going to burn, too ?

It would fit the whole "Archivist's Crimson Fate" thing anyway, going up in flames. The Archivist seems to be pretty fucking hated by almost everything out there. Why is nobody targetting Elias ? He's the on IN CHARGE, why is it always Jon ??

Just look at him ! He can't even muster his usual denial of everything supernatural. He is so tired. Someone let this man have his rest, my heart cracked when he admitted to it. His voice sounded so weak.

Gotta agree with him, don't destroy the table yet, I need to know eeeeeverything about it. Like, I know this will probably keep him from rest, but. Science, you know. Inquiring minds (mainly, me) deserve to know the truth.

Loved this episode. I am glad to know that the son, Lucas, managed to make it out of the curse, although for his sake, I hope that he wasn't there when his father imolated himself.

The burning oddity is back. Definitely the same as the one from "First Aid". Is it some kind of "god", like the Hive maybe could be ? It has an altar and chanting summons it to you, apparently.

Let's see, what were the words again ? Asag, Veepalach, the lightless flame ?

Asag, a demon associated with disease and corruption. Now, where did I hear of those before ?

*side eyeing the last few episodes*

Veepalach, which was to "brand" or "cauterize". Both of which you would need trmendous amount of heat to do so.

And the lightless flame. The thing opposite to the "Beholding", according to Gerard Keay. The "Beholding" that the Institute is doing. I guess this oddity right here IS the lightless flame and that it is pretty pissed at the Institute.

Was this oddity also related to the one in "Burned Out" though ? Did it, in the end, have nothing to actually do with Agnes, but everything to do with the lightless flame ?

Did Raymond Fielding maybe worship it ? Or had a relationship with it, in any case. Were the orphans that so mysteriously disappeared sacrificed to the lightless flame ?

Ah, this is confusing.

Guess I just have to keep listening.

LOST AND FOUND :

"And I saw the pale shapes of long, thin fingertips begin to creep above the lip of the pot."

Did- Did this absolute lunatic take the time to stop the recording in the middle of panicking and fleeing from the worms ?

... God, I want to study his brain. Jonathan, what the fuck is wrong with you, and why is it so entertaining ?

I accidentaly scrolled down the on youtube and read the first comment. Fortunately, there wasn't any spoilers, at least I don't think so, didn't read it fully but I do know that it started with "homophobic vase" and this got me wheezing on the floor. Why was this so accurate ?

I have a query though. Again, about the delivery, because this is just too weird. I have had this thought for a LONG while, obviously, but I jjust have more to add on that. Because in the transcript, during the statement, there was a [nervous laugh] added in. Of course, it is because Jonathan did this nervous laugh but ... Why ? Because it couldn't have been written in the statement, that's for sure. It's like, the man is possessed by the spirit of the person who made the statement everytime he starts one, it's freaky !

It's freaky and I need to understand why that is happening.

Anyway ! Terrible vases aside, that I hope we get more of because it is amazing, I wonder why the vase did nothing to Salesa. Then again, there are several things I am confused about him in general. At least this is one character that I know to expect again.

All of this being said, more spiders ! With that and the zippo with a web engraved on it, I am starting to thing that there may be something there. But nah, surely not, everyone knows that spiders are totally harmless in this verse and won't make you choke on their webs. Right Jonathan ?

Pfft.

Jokes aside, I know the end of the season will focus on Jane Prentiss, but I will have to keep this little incident in mind for the next time I go on a spider related tangent. The immortal spider have visited him, just before being attacked by Prentiss.

I wonder what was there behind the shelf. Was the spider trying to show it to him ? Does Elias know ?

What am I saying, of course not, that man doesn't know anything ever.

I liked the tidbit of Jonathan not putting on his Archivist persona he usually has for recordings. How he interacted with the spider and Sasha was nothing short of silly compared to how he usually is, and by god, the man even uttered a laugh ! A laugh that wasn't sarcastic ! A little awkward laugh, I'm melting.

I heard the apocalypse was a thing in there, is that the first sign of it ?

I think I should get done with this post for now, and make the finale its own post.

Can't wait !

The quote of the post will be :

"I try to see life as a pleasant holiday from non-existence."

End Liveblogging.

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Something that's killing me rn is thinking about soft/service dom!Changbin. Like I just want him to use his big muscles and cocky attitude to make me feel tiny and helpless, but completely safe and taken care of. Talking down to me like I'm just a sweet, brainless little pet who needs to get fucked over and over and doesn't really know how to do anything else. I don't have to worry though because as long as I'm a good girl he'll always give me everything I need...

so not only has this ask haunted me, but i literally showed this to a friend who also writes last week because i needed another person to experience it and i couldn't wait until i had written something to go with it. it's that good, so thank you anon.

because if this isn't one of the best descriptions of changbin in bed i swear, like all switch!changbin enthusiasts will be losing it, bc service dom!changbin is exactly how i picture him when he's in control. he just wants to take care of you, make sure you don't have to do anything, or even think about anything, that you're allowed to lie back and just enjoy it; he'll do all the work, you just behave and he'll make sure you feel good.

also, dumbification kink go brrr, i can't stop thinking about this ask, seriously. so here, enjoy some of my brain rot;

needy

wc: 1.6k

cw: soft dom!changbin x afab sub!reader, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this), a hell of a lot of dirty talk, dumbification, dacryphilia, praise kink, objectification, only reader orgasms, pet names for reader (kitten, babygirl, little one), changbin refers to himself as binnie, brief mention of cockwarming

changbin has always been good to you, letting you have whatever you want, whenever you want it. often though, what you wanted was him, and he was more than happy to provide. playing with you in cupboards before shows, letting you cockwarm him when he worked, doing everything he can to make sure you're always satisfied.

like now, he had only been gone at the gym for a few hours but was welcomed home by you giving him all the signs that you needed to be fucked as soon as possible. whining into his kiss, giving him those puppy dog eyes, begging, wearing only his sweatshirt to tease him. and he had been the perfect boyfriend, instantly picking you up and carrying you to your bedroom. which lead to now;

'god, so wet for me already kitten and i've barely touched you' changbin said, his fingers spreading your folds as he kneels in between your legs, studying you as you lay there, already flushed red and desperate.

'look at that needy little hole of yours, just crying to be filled, right little one?' he asked, almost inspecting you, not playing or touching. the featherlight brush of his fingers as he spread you and collected your wetness was more than enough teasing for you; tears already welling in your eyes.

'shhh, shhh kitten, god you're so desperate for me, even when you were full of me only a few hours ago?' he laughs, before slowly letting one of his fingers slip into you, your whines even the slightest fullness making him smile. 'never satisfied, babygirl, are you? always need your binnie's cock.'.

you nod, desperately shaking your head up and down as you clench around his finger; he responds by curling it, just perfectly to hit that gummy spot inside of you, making you moan again. a tear finally running it's way down your cheek.

'shh, i know, little one, binnie's gonna use his fingers on you first, okay? need to get this pretty little pussy ready for my cock.' and he begins doing just that, pushing a second finger inside you, occasionally scissoring to make room for a third.

'your hole is so warm, kitten' he adds, as you moan at the feeling of his knuckles fucking themselves in and out of you. 'ah, does it feel good baby?'

'b-binnie... b-bin-binnie' you hiccup, somehow already wrecked, from the way he was looking at you and teasing you. you knew he wouldn't deny you but every time he touches you he takes his time, far too much time, enjoying the way you react to every touch and word.

'poor thing, don’t cry babygirl, gonna make you feel so good' he promises, finally adding a third finger, collecting wetness on his fingertips as he continues to prep you. your whining and hiccuped begging only making him harder; 'i know you need it, i know, kitten'.

'p-please b-binnie, please, please, pl-please'. the words fall out of your mouth almost in time with the thrusting of his fingers. and it's this begging that finally pushes him to climb over you, lining himself up with your suddenly empty hole; his wet fingers using your wetness to lube himself up. your complaints at said emptiness were soon silenced as changbin began tapping his tip repeatedly on your clit, letting the weight of it create a slapping noise over and over again on your soaked bundle of nerves. the small electric shocks making your body twitch each time. changbin sitting back and enjoying the way his precum was mixing with your wetness.

'god we make such a pretty mess together, kitten' he comments, almost under his breath, almost in complete reverence for the way your bodies worked together. but soon enough your hole began trying to suck him in, his tip getting caught several times as he attempted to continue to tease you. 'greedy, baby girl, such a greedy little pussy you have, trying to suck me in.'.

'n...need, n-need... p-please' you cry, as he immediately starts shushing you, letting his tip sink into you, and even if it was just his tip for now it was enough to make you throw your head back, tears flowing freely.

'shhh, kitten, binnie knows what you need, even if you can't say, head already so empty, huh kitten?'

you nod in response, trying to agree with whatever will finally make him fuck his way into you.

'no words, kitten? just going to lie there and mewl like a good kitten, yeah? let your binnie fuck you?'

'you just need cock all the time, don't you, babygirl? greedy little hole can't stand being empty, it's so cute'

he begins to slide into you, bottoming out after a few moments, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. even if you wanted to disagree with him, you couldn't, head simply full of the way his cock felt inside you, the satisfying fullness already knotting up your stomach. you barely even noticed what changbin was saying anymore, but you definitely noticed as he began to fuck himself in and out of you with full strokes, from bottoming out to just barely his tip in almost painful snaps of his hips.

you close your eyes at the pleasure, letting the knot tie itself tighter and tighter inside you, and whilst you think changbin is saying something you can barely hear it over the sound of your own heartbeat loud in your ears. you simply enjoy the weight of him on top of you, skin against skin, as your boyfriend continues to spoil you.

changbin pushes himself up, leaning back on his knees as he pulls your hips into his lap, the new angle almost making you scream as he looks at where your bodies meet, groaning at the ring of creaminess at the base of his cock, a new mess proving just how well he was fucking you. watching him do this, watching him almost study your cunt, made your face flush, hands that were once grabbing desperately at the nearest bedding now covering your face.

'nonono, kitten, stop hiding'

'i just wanted to see how perfect you are, how perfectly you fit me'

'god look at you take it, taking my cock so well, you look so pretty stuffed full like that, you're doing so well kitten.'

'your pretty little hole is just made to be fucked, and it looks so pretty so messy for me' he adds, as he begins to trace circles on your clit, heightening the pleasure in a way that makes your head spin. something about the combination of sensations making you clench around him. you were getting dangerously close to that edge, feeling a way that only changbin could make you.

'c-c-cum? p-please?' you somehow manage to say, in between the small little 'uh's' and whines as he continues his punishing pace that you know will leave your hips feeling deliciously bruised the next day.

'such a good girl, kitten, asking like that' he smiles down at you, not that you can see it well, as your eyes unfocus from the overwhelming pleasure. 'whenever you like, babygirl, be good for me and make a mess around me'.

so you do, tears rolling down your face, his name rolling over your tongue over and over as each wave of pleasure rolls over you. your body going from completely tensed, to a rag doll, as you cum around him; your hole spasming around changbin erratically, letting him feel just as good as he just made you feel. your ears almost ringing you lie there as he fucks you through your orgasm, and settles down, fully inside of you. the first thing you hear, when you can hear again, is him laughing slightly.

changbin takes the fingers that were playing with your clit and collects as much of your cum from between the two of you as he can before bringing it up to your mouth, and instead of politely letting you lick it off his fingertips, he places two fingers in your waiting mouth and hooks your lower jaw, pulling it down, forcing your whole head to move to look at him. the taste of your cum and the weight on your tongue making you moan.

'such a good girl, see what happens when you're good for binnie? see how good i can make you feel?'

'you're always so good, kitten, no room in that empty little head of yours to misbehave, you'll do anything to be full like this, full of binnie's cock'

'now, babygirl, i need you to keep being good, and just lie there as i fuck you again - you like it when i do, you can't stand when you're empty'

'i know you're sensitive, kitten, but binnie knows what's best for you, right?'

he thrusts once, harsh, making your head bounce, a dumb smile decorating your lips; changbin making an affirmative noise when he sees it, as if approving of it.

'yeah, kitten, binnie knows best, and he knows that you're at your happiest all brainless on his cock, so just lie there all pretty for me, let me use this perfect little hole of yours, okay?'

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth for a second, letting you say no if you needed to, but instead a faint 'okay binnie' comes out, passing through the smile.

'perfect, kitten, a perfect brainless little pet for me to play with, yeah?'

'y-yeah' you agree, whispering around the fingers that have found their way back into your mouth. and changbin begins his pace again, fucking you deeper and deeper into the bed.

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oro-e-diamanti · 2 years

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The one after the photos - Part Two

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Description | Once again, it's a set of photos of the band that has your head spinning. Once again, they're there to help you out...

Content | Pure, filthy smut

Pairing | fem!Reader x Everyone

Word Count | 5845

Special shout out to @till-you-scream-and-cry who kept me sane and helped me when I was stuck writing this 😘

***

Twelve weeks. It had been twelve weeks since Victoria had caught you with your hands in your pants. Twelve weeks since the most amazing, mind-blowing sex you had ever had. Twelve weeks since all of Måneskin had taken their turns with you.

It hadn't been awkward afterwards, and you were more than thankful for it. If anything, it had introduced a new dimension in your friendship with all of them, one where intimacy, nudity, and sexuality weren't taboos anymore. More than once you'd found yourself kissing one of them, discussing fantasies, or waking up naked in bed next to them. Yet, in all twelve weeks, you had never had the chance to relive that first time again. To have all of them at the same time, the overwhelming feeling of being devoured not by one but four bodies. And as open as you'd gotten with each other, it was something that still hadn't tumbled from your lips.

You told yourself to stop thinking about it, at least for the moment. Making sure the pot of pasta wouldn't boil over was more important - Vic had given you the key to her place ages ago and knowing that the band had been busy with photo shootings all day and planned to crash out at her apartment afterward, you had decided to treat them to a homemade dinner just in time for their arrival.

You were in the middle of setting the table, when the door to the apartment busted open, four loud voices filling the space immediately.

"Wait!" One of them, you were pretty sure it was Thomas, suddenly shouted. "Is someone here? And are they cooking?"

"Weirdest break-in ever, right?" You laughed back as you poked your head around the corner. "Dinner is served, guys."

***

"So, do you or do you not want to see the pictures we shot today?"

The table had been cleared of everything apart from the wine glasses, but apart from that, no one had moved, still revelling in the atmosphere and the glasses of red. Until Victoria pulled out her phone, that was. The grins that now painted everyone's faces immediately made you suspicious of what they were about to show you. Still, you weren't prepared for the sight that greeted you when Victoria turned the screen towards you.

You had expected something extravagant, something sexy, something like the photos for I Wanna Be Your Slave, but this had your breath caught in your throat. All four of them, completely naked, oiled up, looking at the camera with shameless fuck-me faces.

"We're obviously gonna censor this before we post it but I thought you deserved the unfiltered version," Vic explained and it was only then that your brain caught up on what you were seeing. Victoria's hand between her legs was barely hiding anything, her pussy fully on show, and next to Ethan's hand, peeking out from underneath Damiano's knee, was the head of his dick. Your mouth felt dry at the vision in front of you, as a throbbing sensation started to emerge between your legs.

"So..." Damiano drawled, making you look up just to see the cockiest expression on his face. "Thoughts?"

You didn't want to give yourself away, not yet, even if you were well aware they'd long learned to read all your little signs.

"Well, it's a very aesthetically pleasing photo. I wish I looked half as good naked and oiled up."

It was a cop-out, and they all knew it. However, you also knew they wouldn't let you off the hook so easily.

"Now that's not true," Ethan commented with the kind of calm only he possessed. "But I'm sure we would all happily convince you otherwise anyway. A little... photoshoot of our own."

"I... I don't know, I -"

Then Ethan was up on his feet, stalking towards you like you were his prey, but with the utmost kindness in his eyes. He grabbed your chin, making sure you were looking up at him properly. As if you had any choice but to stare.

"Now, is this because you're nervous, or do you actually not want to do this? Because I think it's time for a repeat of what happened last time you saw our photos, but only if you're one hundred percent in. So, what's the verdict?"

"I want it." The words were out of your mouth before you'd finished thinking them, but you didn't regret it. You wanted it, them, all of it, whatever they would offer you.

"Good," Ethan simply replied before leaning down and pressing a harsh, demanding kiss to your lips. You melted like putty under him. You were about to lose yourself in it, draw him closer, when another pair of hands suddenly appeared on your body, pulling you up from your seat. As soon as you were in a standing position, they impatiently tugged at your shirt, and only when it was drawn over your head did you turn around and face Damiano.

Not wasting another moment, he pushed you onto the table, glasses rattling as you took your seat, before he pulled towards him again by your thighs until your body was flush against his. His kiss was much less deliberate, more excited and hasty than Ethan's but you didn't mind one bit as his hands wandered along your body, fingertips grazing the bare skin on your back. When he let go, his lips attacked your neck instead. You instinctively turned your head, offering more skin, begging for more touch. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Thomas now, lazily sipping on the rest of his wine. He seemed unbothered, simply enjoying the show, but you knew that the slight pink tint sitting just on the top of his cheeks meant he was in deep.

Victoria, however, was less satisfied.

"Okay, less making out on the kitchen table, more action in the bedroom please," she demanded. "I'll go get the oil and when I'm back you better be naked. All of you."

It didn't matter what anyone else's plans were - when Vic spoke, no one even considered refusing. So, in what almost turned into a mad scramble, all of you were stumbling towards her bedroom, clothes mindlessly being thrown around, almost falling as you tried to remove your pants while on the move. Thomas clumsily pushed against you, and as both of you lost your balance, you simply submitted to letting yourself fall onto Vic's king-size bed, easily pulling the guitarist along with you.

He landed on top of you, only just managing to catch himself on his arms without putting all of his weight on you. Moving in between your legs as if he was simply meant to be there, you felt his cock growing against your thigh. He took advantage of the gasp escaping you, as he bent down to shove his tongue in your mouth. You weren't complaining. Kissing Thomas was heavenly. There was no strategy behind it, no carefully planned moves, just hands and lips led by desire.

"So, bad news, kinda," Vic interrupted, standing in the doorway of her bedroom, equally naked. "Unless you wanna smother her in olive oil, I'm all out."

"Aw, but how are we gonna recreate the photoshoot then!"

The dangerous glimmer in Vic's eyes as she stared at Damiano told you she had not come back without an idea.

"But you know what? I think that's not going to be a problem, is it?" Her eyes flickered back and forth between the naked men in the room. "I'm sure we've got enough we can cover her with."

You didn't want to assume to know what she was thinking about, but if it was anywhere close to where your mind was going, you were about to have a really good night.

"Thomas, Damiano, go spread her legs for me."

The guitarist easily slid off you, down your body, to grab your ankle. Damiano had moved onto the bed on your other side. Both of them smirked at each other as they slowly, slowly pulled your legs apart, keeping your knees bent, until you were fully on display. Victoria sauntered over you, not a hurry in the world, while you were already on high alert. A quick look to your side revealed Ethan, leaning against the dresser. If it hadn't been for his hard cock proudly standing between his legs, he would've looked completely unbothered. You were glad to know better.

Victoria kneeled between your legs, taking all the time in the world to study your body, letting her gaze travel from your face downwards, until it settled on your cunt. Little sighs and appreciative hums reached you. You were tempted to wiggle, somehow make someone do something, but you knew it would simply end up with the boys grasping onto your legs more tightly.

"You're basically drenched, baby. Did that picture turn you on so much? The idea of all of us naked around you? Or have you been waiting for this for a while, just walking around in a constant state of arousal, dying for us to take pity on your and fuck you good?"

You didn't know if she expected an answer, and you weren't sure if you were able to give her one, but when her fingers touched your clit ever so briefly before travelling to your hole, any idea of forming words was out of the window anyway. Without warning, two fingers plunged into you, stretching you easily, and Damiano and Thomas fought to keep your legs still, as they threatened to kick out over the sudden intrusion. Victoria curled her fingers inside of you, and when she removed them, looking at you with a grin, you realised what she was doing.

She was trying to collect as much of your wetness as possible.

Holding up her fingers, which were absolutely covered in you, she carefully climbed up your body until she came to sit on your stomach. In one sweeping movement, she let her fingers wander from the pulse point on your neck downwards towards your collarbones.

"Aw, I wanted to put some between your perfect little tits too, but I guess my fingers weren't wet enough," Victoria pouted in mock disappointment. You were already having a hard time keeping your hands by your side, but you had learned that touching her without permission often ended with even more torture.

"Good thing I can supply some as well."

In awe, you watched as she moved herself up just a little, fingers performatively dancing along her belly until they dipped between her legs. Victoria touching herself was always a vision. She didn't fake anything, she would never let out a moan just for the sake of it, and it made it all the more captivating. Especially with the way her eyes never left yours, even as they slightly fluttered. When she removed her fingers again, presenting them to you, they were just as wet as they had been after she had touched you. Then, with a cocky smirk on her face, she now spread the additional fluid down your chest and between the valley of your breasts.

"I think we're getting there," she grinned. "Ethan, go grab me the polaroid camera from my dresser. This is supposed to be a photo shooting after all. Right, cucciola?"

You weren't sure if you told her yes, or if you nodded, if a moan escaped your mouth, or if you simply unravelled under her, but as Ethan was busy turning the dresser upside down by the sounds of it, Victoria leaned down, not only letting you feel the wetness between her legs on your stomach now, but also easily slipping one of your nipples into her mouth. And then another sensation.

You had barely paid any attention to your legs anymore, solely focused on the bassist sitting on top of you, but suddenly you could feel lips attaching themselves to both of your calves. Little kisses, dissolving into sucking and the odd nip, wandered along them now, no rhyme or rhythm between the two, and when they reached your thighs, you couldn't help but let them fall apart, craving more, ready to give them more room.

Victoria let go of your nipple with an obscene noise, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to it until she leaned back and it broke. The whimper was unintentional. Ethan was handing her the camera now, but you barely noticed it as your eyes rolled back at the lips reaching the crux of your thighs and then, out of nowhere, a long lick against your slit.

"Well, it's not oil, but she's looking quite slick already, isn't she, Ethan?"

"Her left nipple looks very neglected. Can't have that for the photo."

You weren't sure what you expected, but it wasn't the way he positioned himself over you to spit on it, a long drop of saliva leaving his mouth and landing on your breast. Victoria made quick work of rubbing it in ever so slightly. The camera was lifted to her eye and you briefly panicked about the way you would look, the expression your face would hold, where you were supposed to look. But then a tongue probed your entrance, as another flicked your clit, and your head fell backward, all control over facial muscles lost.

Flash.

You were in too deep to care. You were about to let yourself fall, enjoying the feeling of numerous bodies on you, but then, as if on command, they all left. Victoria had sat up and moved off you, as Thomas and Damiano stood back up at the end of the bed, no hands or tongues anywhere near you anymore. You wanted to cry out at the loss, at the coldness covering you now, and your hands were pathetically reaching out for them.

"Well, what are we going to do with you? Covered in cum and spit already," Damiano smirked as he watched you. "I'd ask for your preference on who gets to fuck you first but it's not like we're going to let you decide. What do you think, Ethan?"

The long-haired man was still standing next to the bed, looking down at you as if he were ready to devour you.

"I think it's time she gets a taste of me."

He didn't move a muscle, but you were up on your knees in seconds. Whatever he was willing to do to you, you were so willing to let him. He only let you have the illusion of control for a second.

"On your hands and knees. I want your mouth on me."

You obliged immediately, getting into position in front of him. As you looked up through your lashes, absolutely submissive and ready to bend to his every wish, mouth already opening in anticipation, you could see his composure waver, if only for a second. Then his hand was in your hair, pulling you towards him with determination, and you couldn't do anything but swallow his cock. The load groan above you spurred you on, made you try to take on more, even though you knew he was still trying to control your movements. He wasn't exactly easy to deepthroat, but by god, you were willing to try. Anything to get the man to come undone.

Alternating between sucking him, and letting go to leave licks and kisses along his length, you found yourself dying to get your hands on him, touch him in any way but with your mouth, but he knew what he was doing when he put you in this position. You were tempted to move, bring your knees forward so you could free your hands, but you were well aware you weren't in charge here. So instead, you gave Ethan your worst. Hollowing out your cheeks, drawing him in, moaning around his mouth until he was shaking.

You had been concentrating on him so much, you had almost forgotten about the other three still in the room with you. It was only when a hand came down on your buttcheek, making you jump and Ethan groan at how much deeper you accidentally took him, that you realised you could hear the others moaning behind you. Then a mouth left a kiss in the same place, and before you knew it, your cheeks were being spread apart and a tongue was diving in between your folds.

You couldn't stop yourself. Letting Ethan slip out of your mouth, you clumsily looked past your shoulder to take in the view. Oh, the view. Victoria was on her knees next to the bed, head fully hidden behind your body. You didn't need to watch to know what she was doing, you felt her fingers and lips and tongue on you just fine. Damiano and Thomas were sitting on the chaise longue behind her, getting the perfect view of everything. Both of them were slowly stroking themselves, Thomas rather lazily, leaning back with his legs spread, Damiano more focused, bending forwards as if he didn't want to miss a second of the action.

Ethan didn't let you enjoy the show for long, roughly pulling on your hair to get you to turn back around.

"Eyes on me, baby," he smirked but before you had the chance to reply, he had grasped your chin, pulling your mouth open and pushing back in.

You eagerly swallowed, trying to focus on your performance, but it was impossible to ignore Victoria between your thighs. She had you writhing and moaning within seconds, much to Ethan's pleasure as well, but every time you came even close to an approaching orgasm, she would switch it up, go slower, or let go of you altogether.

Letting Ethan slip in deeper, you did your best to concentrate on him, the way he was groaning above you, hand still in your hair, taking him as far as you could without gagging. But then Victoria removed her fingers and her tongue from you, and as she continued to spread your thighs, you found yourself clenching around nothing.

"Fuck, look at her, just gagging to have something inside of her, she doesn't even care what it is."

Thomas sighed deeply, Damiano mumbled something you couldn't understand, then some fumbling and

Flash.

Fuck, you could only imagine the picture they had just taken. But then your mind was clouded with another pair of hands on your, distinctively different from Vic's, and without warning, someone pushed into you. You almost came undone right then and there and you weren't even aware of whose dick you were taking, not willing to turn around again.

But then his hips started snapping against you, movements already losing coordination in his chase for release, fingers digging deeply into your flesh, and when a whine escaped his mouth, you knew it was undeniably Thomas. A multitude of wet noises emerged from behind you and you were dying to watch, see Damiano and Victoria getting off, touching themselves as you got fucked, but Ethan held you firmly in place.

You knew he was getting close now, impressive stamina aside, but when he started twitching in your mouth, he roughly wrecked himself away. His eyes travelled away from you and you could only guess that he was locking eyes with Thomas who, as if on command, lifted you up, until you were sitting in his lap, back to his chest, while he kept pounding into you. You reached out, willing to finish him off with your hands, but Thomas clumsily grabbed your wrists instead, holding them tightly as he tried not to lose his rhythm. It seemed like no one would allow you the use of your hands that night.

Ethan was jacking himself off now, a determined look on his face as he watched your tits bounce with every thrust Thomas gave you. It didn't take long when Thomas found the perfect spot inside of you, hitting it until you were nothing but putty in his arms, head thrown back and jaw falling open. Two, three more strokes, and Ethan came, spilling all over your breasts and stomach. You barely got the time to register it, revel in the feeling, when Thomas pushed you forward onto your hands again.

He rammed into you quickly now, and hard, and you had trouble keeping yourself up as you let him use you. His whines became louder, hands losing his grip on your hips, craving that orgasm the way you were. You wanted more, more perfect touches to the right spot inside of you, more feeling, any pressure against your clit, but you weren't getting anything and suddenly Thomas' dick slipped out of you, and with a determined hand on your back, he kept you in position, as his orgasm took over and you could feel him come all over your lower back, dripping down onto your buttcheeks.

Flash.

"Fuck, you look gorgeous just covered in us," Damiano sighed. "Can't wait to get my turn."

But it wasn't him that moved onto you. Instead, Victoria pushed you onto your back once again, skin uncomfortably sticking to the fabric underneath you thanks to Thomas, but even as the filthy feeling took over you, all you could do was moan at the sensation.

"You just love us using you, don't you? Getting all our pleasure from you while you just take it, whining, not getting any release," Victoria hummed before kissing you, passionately and deeply. You mewled under her, welcoming the attention and the love. It didn't last for long.

In one swift movement, she let go of you, throwing her leg over one of your thighs, sitting down on it. You could feel her wetness against your skin immediately. She didn't hesitate, instantly starting to slowly move up and down your thigh, a smirk on her face as she watched you. She looked like a goddess, naked and unhinged on top of you, starting to throw her head back as she increased her speed, and you didn't notice your hands were on her tits until she ceased all movements.

"Someone's getting a little handsy," she teased, briefly grabbing onto your hands to give her own breasts a squeeze under them, a content sigh on her lips, then taking them off her body completely. "Looks like I might need some help keeping her restrained."

You looked over at the boys again, trying to anticipate what was coming next, gauging their reactions. Ethan had joined the other two now, and in contrast to Thomas, who looked happily fucked out and ready to fall asleep, he was alert and watching with curious eyes. Damiano seemed to be on the brink of losing his mind, now more than ever, unable to keep his hands off his hard cock. He didn't wait for another suggestion, quickly climbing onto the bed next to you.

"Now what do we do with you?" He grinned, voice betraying the calm and collected impression he was trying to make. "Do you need me to hold you still? Because you can't fucking behave for one second and not touch Victoria as she's riding your thigh? Or do I need to distract you altogether, hm? Maybe put your hands on my cock so you can do something useful with them?"

You couldn't help but moan at his words, too overwhelmed with the images he was creating in your head. Then Victoria started moving again, gliding her wet folds against you, and suddenly it was you on the verge of losing your mind. Damiano's hand was on your chin immediately, roughly pulling your face towards him.

"Looks like someone doesn't know how to behave or answer questions, so I'm going to make that decision for you."

It didn't take long to figure out what he meant, as he grabbed onto the hand closest to him and wrapped it around his cock. You eagerly complied, moving up and down his shaft, but he seemed dissatisfied. With a grunt, he pulled your hand off, opening up your palm to spit into it, before putting it back, moaning at the sensation of slick wetness around his dick. You did your best to keep a rhythm, tracing along the veins, thumbing as the head, before fully covering him again. But your concentration wavered when Victoria started getting louder.

She was wildly bucking against you now, hair swaying as she moved, eyes closed and mouth open and it was impossible not to look. With a particular forward motion, her knee brushed against your cunt, not even hitting any particular spot, but it had you mewling and sighing, starved for touch and release. She noticed with a smirk, and on the next move, she made sure to do it again, on purpose now, more skin against you, just that tiny bit more friction, as her knee lodged itself between your legs.

Apparently, Damiano had noticed where your focus had drifted off to, leaning over to see the way your wetness was gathering on Vic's knee.

"Fuck please tell me I'm still getting some of that," he groaned, rutting his hips against your hand, but stopped when Victoria's moans rose in volume.

She was moving more quickly now, fingers clawing into your skin as she chased her release, hair wild and eyes closing as she unashamedly gasped. You couldn't keep your eyes off her, Damiano's dick still hard and heavy in your hand but neglected as you watched her. The loss of control was imminent, and with one more perfect feeling of friction against your thigh, she came apart, moaning wildly, riding it out on you and you were dying for a touch, for her hands between your legs, for any sort of help to get to the same place.

It didn't take her long to return to her usual self, smirking back down at you, hair all over the place, and with one swift action she was off your thigh. You missed her heat and wetness immediately. She turned to Damiano, whose gaze was still solely trained on your soaked thigh and pussy, grinning.

"Suit yourself," Victoria grinned, switching places with Damiano as she knelt next to you on the bed. One of her hands was smoothing down your hair as she looked at you with a mixture of adoration and assertion, then, suddenly distracted, she grabbed the small polaroid camera from the nightstand. "Just make sure you get a picture first."

You only just managed to watch the way she tossed the item at him for a second, before she grabbed onto your face, pulling on your lower lip to get you to open up, and immediately let her tongue enter your mouth. The kiss was filthy, noisy, and you couldn't get enough. Your hands wandered onto her head, grasping at her hair, almost amazed she let you use your hands for once.

Flash.

The sound of the camera tumbling onto the carpet with a thick thud distracted you, and Damiano made use of the fact that you wrecked your mouth from Victoria's, aligning himself and pushing into you roughly. His low groan matched the cry you let out. Your hands were trying to reach him, trying to touch, but Victoria pinned them down onto the bed with a grin.

"Oh no, baby, no touching."

You struggled against her, back arching off the bed as Damiano fucked you, feeling so full but desperate for more friction where you needed it. You were writhing shamelessly now, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, then you turned your head, the chaise longue back in view. If you hadn't been so preoccupied with getting pounded into the mattress, you would have giggled. While Ethan was watching the scene with determined eyes, already growing hard again, Thomas had all but collapsed, head on the armrest, fast asleep. But this was no time for laughing.

Damiano was rapidly turning into a whiny mess, a handclumsily grabbing onto your breasts as he increased his thrusts. All you could do was moan and take it. He was hitting you deliciously, but none of it was quite enough.

"Come on, Damiano, I think we need one more picture," Victoria grinned. She was still tightly holding onto your wrists, but her thumbs had started softly stroking the skin. You weren't sure if she was aware, but you appreciated it all the same. "Why don't you go paint her face... you know, like she's your Mona Lisa?"

Ethan audibly snorted next to you, obviously not impressed by her questionable sense of humour, but you didn't have the strength to do anything but pant and wait. Yet, Damiano didn't seem opposed to the idea. A couple more fucks fell from his lips, then he pulled out, and you wanted to sob at the emptiness inside you. He shuffled upward, leaning over you, one, two, three strokes. You only just managed to close your eyes in anticipation, before it hit you while Damiano came with low groans.

It was Victoria going back to petting your head that made you open your eyes again, just in time for one last flash. You didn't realise that the tears had started flowing until she gently wiped them away.

"Still doing okay, honey?"

You were nodding feverishly through it, someone was cleaning your face with some tissue, and all you knew was love, so much love for these people, for the way they knew exactly how to treat you, for the way they were taking care of you, always.

"I just need to come," you finally sobbed. "Please, please."

Everyone seemed to move all at once. You barely registered Victoria ordering the others into positions, waking Thomas back up in the process, but you didn't really care. All you needed was to come undone, and you knew they were going to get you there. Someone's lips were on yours and you quickly recognised them to be Damiano's, only indulging you for a second. The grasp on your wrists tightened again, holding them over your head, but it was comforting rather than restricting, knowing you wouldn't have to do anything but lie back and get taken care of. Someone moved between your legs and then your ankles were being held again, spreading you out and keeping you still.

"Open your eyes, baby," Victoria softly murmured to you. "Watch."

You obeyed with difficulty, glancing down at the scene. Ethan in front of you, Thomas and Damiano to your left and right. The drummer held eye contact, staring at you so intensely you were sure he could see into your soul, as he slowly pushed in. Chants of yes, yes, yes fell from your lips, your walls clenching around his dick, completely fulfilled, knowing this time they would let you come. Ethan carefully picked up speed, angling himself in just the way that had you shouting for him, hands struggling against Vic's grasp as she left tiny kisses on them. You could already feel the sensation building in you, having spent so much time pleasing and receiving but never getting any release. Ethan's thrusts were perfectly timed, hard and forceful, and all you needed was just a little more.

"Touch her, Thomas."

You were already crying out at Victoria's words, but when he followed her suggestion, long fingers sneaking between your legs and onto your clit, you were screaming. Your mind was clouding, eyes closing on their own account, as you took in the pleasure. Your body was spasming, legs trying to kick out, but everyone's hold on you kept you in place, kept you in the perfect position. Hair was sticking to your forehead now. Hips buckling against Ethan as you chased your release. You couldn't be sure what sounds were leaving your mouth anymore, fully drowning in your own arousal.

And then it hit.

You came loudly and unashamedly, clenching around his cock, back arching, head thrown back. Your orgasm was holding onto you with force, travelling through your whole body, goosebumps appearing in its wake. For a moment, you were convinced you were going to black out, shuddering through it. It was like your body wasn't your own anymore, taken over my absolute pleasure, and you were convinced you had never felt this sublime in your life. Ethan's groan alerted you of his own orgasm, and finally, finally, you gave in, quieting down, limbs completely boneless as you sunk into the mattress.

Everything was a blur. Ethan pulling out. Thomas removing his fingers. The grasp on your ankles and wrists loosening. Their touch leaving you altogether, only for a moment. Then wipes and towels on your body, cleaning you up, calming you and comforting you at the same time. You didn't know how much time was passing, but suddenly someone lifted you up, easily carrying you away from the bed, and then hot water engulfed you. It was perfect.

You took another moment before you fully opened your eyes again, focusing on the people around you. Seeing slight signs of worry, you did your best to send all of them a serene smile, one by one, painted by exhaustion but perfectly honest. Ethan bent down to you, a soft kiss pressing to your forehead. All you could do was lean into it. Damiano followed, then Thomas. When Victoria stepped up to the bathtub, you lazily let one of your hands travel out of the water, and weakly grasp onto her wrist.

"Can you get in with me? I don't want to be alone right now."

Her smile was all you needed to scoot forward, making some space for her. She slipped in behind you, pulling you against her chest, between her legs, until you were fully engulfed by her. The bathroom was quiet now, you hadn't even noticed the others leave or close the door behind them.

You cuddled into Victoria, melting into her embrace and the water around you. She held you close, arms wrapped around you, and left little kisses on your cheek, your neck, the parts of your shoulders that were sticking out of the water. You slowly but surely felt yourself coming back to earth.

A crash from the other side of Victoria's flat interrupted your peaceful moment, causing both of you to erupt into giggles.

"What on earth was that?" You asked, softly, still exhausted.

"It better be the guys changing the sheets and not them fighting over who gets to stare at your photos first."

You couldn't help letting another bubble of laughter ripple through you.

"Hope they're any good. The pictures, I mean. I'm not exactly used to being in front of a camera. Much less when I'm in that kinda position."

Victoria grabbed your chin, turning your head around to silence your doubts with a deep kiss.

"You were perfect. And so hot. You know what?"

You only let out a hum, waiting for her reply as you almost felt yourself drifting off.

"Next time it might be me getting off to your pictures."

It was an idea you could live with very well.

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