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I am once again asking Bungie for more Shiro-4 content.
#please#we have his gun again#does Trespasser mean nothing to you?#I would like to see my boy#destiny 2#destiny game#Destiny season of the Haunted#please i need it#I need him
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playing dangerous.
—this has been rotting in my google docs for a while but i finally finished it, thank god. i also got too into this omg, very self indulgent.
—sub!bottom!heizou/dom!top!reader, amab!reader (no gendered terms or pronouns) | yandere!reader/obsessive!reader, handcuffs on reader, blowjob (chara!receiving), dumbification, degradation, breeding, overstimulation, belly bulge
The incidents happened a month ago. A rise of crimes within Inazuma right after the Vision Hunt Decree was deemed no more. Of course, it would make sense for there to be riots as lots of lives were lost and ruined. And while that should be the most logical answer, the Detective certainly doesn’t think the same way…
There was something strange about these cases, something that he just can’t put his finger on.
His wall is plastered with different clues and yet none of them seemed to connect, except for the fact that they were always done on a Sunday.
That would usually be his day off but because of these incidents, he has been staying far longer in his office than he should be. All he does is pace around his room, annoyed that this was happening.
The incidents were too far from each other. Arson, Robbery, Trespassing, Blackmailing…
He reads the letter again from the latest case. It is nothing to note off, just a few words of threat.
Perhaps he should get the handwriting examined, see if it matches with anyone. Unfortunately, that would take too long. Who knows what would have happened by then?
He drops the letter, ready to move on to another piece of evidence when he feels something strange.
Heizou stares at his fingers. “Wax?”
A part of the letter is covered in waxy material. He smells to check, to see if it is wax.
The letter surprisingly smells of cherry.
“What?”
Why would a letter threatening someone that they’ll kill them if they say anything smells of cherry?
He eyes it in confusion.
The detective leaves his room, wanting a second opinion from someone. Someone who can answer this for him, preferably.
He grabs the first person he sees, urging them to come with him. They immediately follow, already used to the detective’s usual quirkiness. He’s the one who earns the station their meal tickets, so they don’t really find themselves complaining.
They are in awe at the state of his room. “Detective? Is something wrong?”
He holds the letter up. “Can you smell this?”
The worker stares at it before hesitantly taking the object. “It’s sweet.”
Heizou hums.
“Right. Do you have any idea what that may be? It seems to be a wax of some sort, from a candle maybe?” He deduces.
“Pardon me, sir. But I don’t think it’s from a candle.”
“Oh, is that so?” He lets them continue.
They nod. “It’s uh, an ointment. A new one. I think this brand is really popular.”
An ointment? Does that mean that the perpetrator got injured from one of their crimes?
“What’s the ointment for?”
“It’s a…beautification product. The ointment prevents dry lips, keeps them plump.”
“Huh.” Heizou says, stunned.
He did not expect that at all.
“Is that all detective? Shall I go now?”
“Yes, you may leave.”
That…just brings more questions unanswered. Was this whole thing planned? Did they plan for him to notice this clue or was this just an accident? If it wasn’t, then why? What’s the purpose of the letter being tainted with the ointment?
This was turning out more annoying than it should be.
Another Sunday, another crime.
Heizou hasn’t left his office despite it being his day off, knowing that he’ll be called once again if something happens.
He sits with his feet both up on the table, waiting.
Once the door slides open, he immediately stands up, wondering what he’ll face today. Will it be a repeat of the previous crimes? New ones? Or perhaps, they’d finally gone out of their way to take someone else’s life.
“Detective. Is something wrong?”
“No? I’m quite fine.” Heizou responds, confused by the accusation.
“You were smiling, so…”
The detective bites his cheek. He shouldn’t be enjoying this, and yet…
It’s been a while since he’s been faced with such a challenge. He can’t wait to unravel this piece by piece.
“Poison? That’s a new one.” Heizou checks the scene, seeing the mess that unfolded. There was dried blood on the floor, something that the victim coughed up.
Close.
They were just tipping over the line of possibly killing someone. If help wasn’t called, he probably would have died. It’s lucky that the victim is only suffering from a bruised throat.
He’d want to ask them questions but since that victim is in a comatose, he can’t exactly do that.
“Where’s that person who called for help?” Heizou asks.
He’s brought to the residence next door. He reads the name outside and finds that he has never once crossed that name in his investigations. That kind of thing is rare. Almost everyone has some kind of dirt relating to them. So it’s either that this person is as innocent as they come, or…
Once he knocks on the door, the person on the other side is quick to respond.
“Yes?” You answer.
“I’m here to ask a few questions? You are aware of what happened, yes? Since you’re the one who called for us here.” Heizou states.
He waits for an answer from you, only to receive none.
“Are you alright?” He asks.
“Is there a need for this? I assure you I haven’t done anything.” You say.
“Just making sure, we all do this with the people involved in these incidents.” He explains.
“If that’s the case…you may take your time.” You tell him, smiling at the detective and letting him inside your residence.
Heizou searches your place and he finds…nothing. Everything is clean. Not a trace of anything suspicious.
What’s strange instead, is your behavior.
He notices how you watch every single move he makes, eyeing him up and down. Perhaps you were merely curious. Otherwise, he isn’t sure why you’d do such a thing.
“I’m not your suspect, am I?” You ask.
Truthfully, you were far from it. You saved the victim’s life unintentionally.
“What is it that you work again?” Heizou knows but he asks anyway, seeing if you’ll slip up.
“I’m a writer. I write mostly romance novels, I assume you aren’t familiar with my name? After all, I’m sure the great Shikanoin Heizou has experience with romance in real life that he doesn’t need to turn to fiction, no?” He irks his tongue, knowing that you were only complimenting him. However, that with the way you look at him seductively suggests another thing.
That you were flirting.
He takes the bait and bites back, smiling as he replies. “I haven’t heard. Would you mind giving an example of the things you write?”
You chuckle softly. “A sample, you say? Oh, you know. Just your usual flirtatious lines.”
“Like what?”
“I’m afraid they’re a bit too…provocative. I shouldn’t say such things when you’re working.” You admit, though he’s sure you’re only saying that to be polite.
“I can take it.” Heizou says.
“Can you, pretty boy? Are you sure I’m not too much to handle? Ah, why don’t you use those tight handcuffs of yours? I might be unable to keep my hands off you if you keep talking like that.”
The detective stills. He stares deep into your eyes, not expecting that. He stumbles a bit with his words, unsure of what to say. Heizou keeps his trembling fingers in his pockets, not wanting to seem as if he’s that easy to fluster, though that doesn’t shy away from the slight reddening of his cheeks.
“That’s…a good one.” He simply states, keeping his eyes on your soft lips.
“Is it, Mr. Shikanoin?”
He’s aware that you’re teasing him, he knows that it’s all for fun. Yet, that doesn’t stop the fastened rate of his heart.
Next thing he knows, his own hands are moving and he’s clasping the handcuffs around your wrists.
He drowns in the approval your eyes give him, letting him know that he’s doing such a good job.
“Oh? Have I done something wrong, Detective? Or is this also protocol?”
He nods.
“You’re under arrest…for stealing my heart.”
You laugh at his statement. “You’re so cheesy. Is this how you usually act with your suspects?”
“I…Hold on.”
He lets you go, continuing to search your house. There has to be something in here, it’s too suspicious that there’s nothing. He can’t have himself distracted by you toying with him like this.
Then, he spots something inside the bedroom. He didn’t notice it at first, thinking it was a picture frame because of the way that the bedside table was covering its bottom half but now that he realizes it, he’s sure that it’s a door.
“May I move this table?” He asks.
Heizou sees you grin. A grin that sends shivers down his spine. Was he onto something after all?
“Sure, the key’s inside the drawer.”
He opens the drawer and takes the key. He then shakily opens the door right after he removes the obstacle that is your bedside table.
Heizou doesn’t like how eerily silent you get, how you’ve bruised your bottom lip from biting too hard.
He almost hesitates to open the door, intimidated by what he’ll see inside. His fingers hold the key tightly, he breathes deeply and looks back at you.
You raise an eyebrow at him, clearly amused. “Scared?”
“Yes.” He admits.
“You shouldn’t. I’m the helpless one in handcuffs, not you.” You reassure him.
While he knows you’re right, there’s still an uneasiness in his chest.
“I-I suppose.”
Heizou turns the key, expecting a crime scene. He had his choices in his head. Maybe you kidnapped someone and put them in there. Or, a dead body rotting inside that you had no way to get rid of.
However, what he sees is something unexpected.
That’s because Shikanoin Heizou sees himself.
Newspapers about him solving different crimes, arranged from when he just started to his most recent one. Pictures of him were taken discreetly, some of them even being done while he was sleeping in his office. Paintings of him, strands of his hair, and clothes that he thought went missing. It was a collection. Sort of a shrine even, but the center of it all is him.
He turns back as he hears you snickering and he has never been this glad to put someone in handcuffs in advance.
“W-What is this?” He questions.
You stare at him, confused. A confused look on your face.
“My love for you.”
“Love.” He restates.
You smile widely. Too wide that he sees your gums. Heizou’s fight and flight senses were tingling but were left with one option when you close the door with your back.
He reassures himself that it’s fine. He has a vision, you’re in handcuffs. If things were to go out of hand, he’ll end up being the victor.
“I really wanted to kill that guy.” You tell him.
“That guy?”
You nod, tightening your fist. “He was insulting you. I wanted to rip his throat out, show him what he deserves for saying such things.”
Heizou continues for you. “But you didn’t.”
It’s stupid. You know he’s a detective and yet you’re telling him all of this, as if you’re certain that you’ll come out of this without any repercussions.
“I didn’t! I knew you’d hate me if I did.”
It slowly starts to click in his head. You wanted to see him in public during his day off, that’s why you always orchestrated it at the start of every week. The letter with the beautification product, you were probably kissing it while you wrote it, knowing it’ll land in his hands.
As he thinks, the detective gets occupied and doesn’t notice that he’s centimeters away from you.
“I like that.” You say.
“Huh?”
“You’re smiling.” You point out.
Heizou uncomfortably relishes that fact. This is the second time that he’s been told that.
He hates the fact that this whole mystery has brought him such great entertainment. He’s been so focused on dealing with political problems within Inazuma that a mystery just like this brings him that thrill that he’s longing for.
This is so much better than that.
He shouldn’t enjoy it, and yet here he is.
The little detective is caught off guard as your lips smash on his. He tastes the blood from your bruised lips, how you press your mouth, your tongue sliding inside. He’s dizzy, unable to figure out whether he’s starting to choke because of how you tickle the back of his throat with your tongue or due to the lack of air.
He wants to escape, to take a breather. However, despite your hands being tied down, that doesn’t prevent you from putting pressure on his crotch to keep him still. Pleas escape from his mouth as you continue pressing down.
Heizou’s not fighting back and it stresses him. Instead, he takes your tongue so obediently as if he’s not the one who has the power to keep you locked up.
He pants as you separate from him, head buckling down and trying to focus on standing up. The fact that everything he sees is his face doesn’t help.
“Oh, I love you. I want to keep you all for myself.” Heizou sees the lovesick eyes that focus on him.
It amazes him how you’re able to handle him so easily.
You let your mouth do all the talking. Your tongue licks every sensitive part of his body, trailing saliva all over him.
“Haaa—Fuck~” He feels his knees weaken.
“Make more of those sounds, Heizou. Let me hear you more. More, more, more…”
Your insanity is nothing to laugh at, and yet he follows exactly what you say.
He pulls at your hair, tugging at your scalp as feels the same tongue on his shaft. He cannot stand up for long, whimpering with each and slow agonizing lick. He’s aware that you want to hear him beg, to scream out how much he needs you to cum.
He bears being on the edge…until he starts to get desperate.
“Please…!”
“Please, what?”
He’s too drunk on the feeling of being edged that he can barely answer, only a stuttering mess as his cock rests in your mouth.
“M-More…N-Need to cum!”
His back meets the wall as he tries to stay on balance, holding onto your head. He keeps mewling, forgetting the reason why he’s here in the first place.
“That’s right, baby. I won’t let your dick forget, make you unable to cum without me.”
He tilts his head back as he cums, sweet noises flooding your ears. His thighs shake and he’s this close to hitting the floor hard if not for your assistance. He lays meekly on the floor, white drenching his legs.
“Sweet detective, so fucked dumb. Here I thought you were a genius.”
“H-Hard again—Want to cum…” Heizou replies, showing off his ass while starting to get on all fours.
“You’re fucking your stalker. Such a pervert, aren’t you? Don’t tell me you’d let anyone get with you?”
Heizou whines as you say that. That’s not true at all, you just don’t understand. He wishes he could explain, but with the way he is right now, he doubts if that’ll be possible.
The noise that leaves Heizou’s mouth as you stretch his hole out and penetrate him is embarrassing. He sounds like an animal in heat like this is what he’s made for, to mate with your dick inside of him.
He quivers as he feels your hand on his back, pushing him down but in doing so, keeping his ass up as he pushes on his own deeper into you.
He breathes in between moans, your cock screwing into his walls while his cum spills easily on the floor.
“S-So good—C-Can’t think!”
“That’s right, squeeze your walls onto my cock. Remember my shape. You’ll be taking no one else’s but mine, my love.”
He thinks that you’re so vulgar with your words, your tone encourages Heizou into another orgasm.
He cries and shivers while he gets hit with it, his walls clenching tight.
Heizou’s body is so sensitive at this point, his body being as limp as it can be.
He flinches as you empty into him, your warmth dripping to his thighs since his tiny hole can’t take all of it.
He watches it in shame, wanting all of it, wanting every single drip to be contained inside of him. The look he gives is so seductive, it would put kitsunes to shame.
You thought of ending it but with that face he made, you reconsider this decision and flip him, having his face in front of you this time.
The detective doesn’t know what he’s just gotten himself into.
Heizou sees his own cum pool onto the ground, the tears blur his eyes, he can’t stop crying at how you pound so roughly into him.
He’s lost track of the time of how long he’s stayed in this god-forsaken room. The logical part of his brain should tell you to stop, if this keeps going on, he’ll for sure be unable to even walk himself to the bathroom. Unfortunately, his mouth says the complete opposite, blabbering and even encouraging you to keep going.
“Hmpf—! Cock—Too good!”
His nails grip the tatami as he cums again. He doesn’t know how he’s still able to go on when his clothes are soaked to the brim.
He hears you laugh again. “How about a change in profession? I heard the brothel’s hiring, detective.”
He understands you’re teasing. You would absolutely not let that happen, you would kill whoever lays their hands on Heizou.
For such a person with a small stature, he has quite the stamina and skill. He sheathes you in so easily, though of course, with the necessary moaning and gasping of your name. Not only that, he perfectly warms your cock like he’s been doing this for years.
“Shit. With how much cum you’re taking, I wouldn’t be surprised if you turn up pregnant.” You say, spreading his ass to see his beautiful hole leaking cum.
“Please…” He cries out.
“Hm?”
“Please do…”
It doesn’t take much to rile you up. It’s also very obvious that anything Heizou says, you will follow.
You slam hard into Heizou, each thrust has it that the detective’s insides are being flipped, his guts being adjusted just so he could take more and more of you.
He can see your cock’s shape in his belly, his thin figure doing nothing to hide it. It’s starting to round up due to his belly that’s filled with your cum. You keep fucking him hard, until your load spills inside his walls.
When Heizou wakes up, he realizes that he can’t move an inch. He’s clean, his clothes are changed and he smells good.
He’s in your bedroom. He concludes this because he sees a glimpse of your strange room filled with things of his. With the amount of time he’s spent in there, he gets light-headed even from just thinking about it.
The doorknob turns and he sees you come in, a bowl of warm noodles in your hands.
He blinks.
You’re not wearing the handcuffs.
He wonders how you got out and where you put them instead.
He looks down.
Heizou sighs.
#plattered writings#heizou x reader#dom reader#sub genshin impact#dom!reader#sub genshin#genshin impact smut#genshin impact x reader#sub heizou#sub!heizou#heizou shikanoin
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“How could Louis and Lestat ever forgive Armand for killing Claudia?”
With all due respect: My sibling in Christ, do you have any idea how many lives Armand has ruined? And I mean vampire lives, not even touching the human lives. Even the villain of the final trilogy, most of whose fledglings were kidnapped and brainwashed by Armand to be part of his cult, knew that if he wanted vengeance, he’d have to get in a very, very long line. Armand is notorious for killing any weaker vampire who comes into his territory because if you don’t, there’s too much competition for prey. Also, young vampires tend to be chaotic and power-trippy and just as territorial. Louis and Claudia were pretty damn lucky they weren’t killed as soon as they entered Paris tbh. I go back and forth on whether Claudia was marked for death whether Armand fell for Louis or not, whether Louis chose Armand or not. If nothing else, she was a vampire in the body of a 5-year-old. She couldn’t survive on her own. Vampires like that are usually killed, no questions, so they don’t suffer or become a burden to anyone else.
Armand is not the only vampire who does this, he’s just really fucking consistent with it and figures he’s going to hell anyway, so he doesn’t hesitate for the sake of conscience. And again, that’s not getting into how many he forced into his cult back in the day.
But also Lestat never blamed him to begin with. Louis did, but he didn’t forgive Armand until after Armand made some significant changes. And he learned this is just kind of the reality of vampires. Vampires are territorial and killers by nature. Anyone under 100 years old stumbling into a new city with old vampires already there will probably be culled. This is one reason Armand refused to make Daniel a vampire for so long.
So the way Lestat sees it, and the way Louis comes to see it (especially as he benefits from Armand protecting him in this way in later books), they let Claudia into an enclosure with a “jungle wildcat among revenants.” To them, Armand wasn’t malicious so much as they were negligent. Not saying it’s right, just saying this is how they think of it.
I’d say they also understood that Armand was still in his “recovering from being brainwashed into believing he must be evil in order to serve God” phase, but really, Armand doesn’t stop killing trespassing fledglings until the vampires have some other form of government to control the chaos. Even after he passes from Lawful Evil to Lawful Neutral.
(Side note: you couldn’t make an alignment chart with AR vampires because the entire top row would be empty.)
#armand#the vampire armand#the vampire chronicles#tvc#interview with the vampire#iwtv#lestat de lioncourt#louis de pointe du lac#claudia de pointe du lac
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Haegeum - MYG (18+)
Pairing: Gangstar!Yoongi X Bar-owner!Reader
Theme: SMUT, PWP (MDNI)
Summary: Banning Yoongi from your bar has its own consequences.
Word count: 1869
Warning: Strong Language, sexual theme, dub-con, sex on the bar island, creampie, mentions of gun, a little bit of violence, Yoongi is hot OMG!!
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“How dare you?” you seethe through your teeth, staring at the man that seemingly has no emotion at all. Your eyes scan the pieces of shattered glass all over the floor of your bar. You wanna cry. Your bar means the world to you. After pressing yourself under the unforgiving wheels of the corporate sector, you finally saved enough money to open your own bar. It has been one of your biggest dreams since forever. All of it was going good, so fucking good until one day Min Yoongi, the infamous delinquent of the city stepped inside.
Nothing has been quiet and peaceful since then. Using your bar for his illegal deals has become one of the common things. You have warned him again and again but you received nothing but a smirk in return.
However, everything has a limit so does your patience with this terribly handsome delinquent. The dam of your cool demanour broke yesterday when he pulled out his gun and pointed it at the man he was supposed to be making the deal with. You threw both of them out of your bar just at once. Thanks to your bulky security guards, the deed has not been tough. But you knew that you were jumping in a pool of fire. You knew it the moment Yoongi turned his head to stare and smirk at you before being pushed out of the entrance.
And just as you thought, he came back today. He came back with his gang of thugs and jerks and destroyed the large mirror that you installed behind your bar counter, it was your favourite decoration. Seems like he knew it.
You miss the way Yoongi’s eyes rake over your body as you continue to stare at the broken glass all over the floor.
“Are you regretting, kitten?” Yoongi cooes in a low voice, taking your attention. You look at him and visibly cringe at the nickname.
“This is what you get for banning me from my favourite bar in the town.” He says again.
“This is my bar, you nutjob! I get to decide who can step in here and who can’t!” you scream at his face. Your fury didn’t let you see the way you are stepping towrads his body.
“And this is my area, Kitten. I get to decide who can start their business here and who can’t.” Yoongi replies calmly, as if he didn’t trespass your property and scared your guests away less than seven minutes ago.
“You don’t own the property, Yoongi” you reply, boring your fiery eyes into his cold ones.
“You bet I do, kitten. And do you know what else I own?” he pauses, taking a step towards you, “you”.
You stand still. You don’t know if you should be scared or thrilled hearing such a handsome delinquent calling you his. But what you do know is that even if you want to oppose it, it will all go in vain. He is Min Yoongi after all and what Yoongi wants, Yoongi gets.
“Have you ever asked yourself how you got to open this bar without facing any trouble?” Yoongi asks, taking another step towards you and this time you take a step back. You indeed have asked yourself. Since your capital was limited you didn’t get to open your bar in a fairly decent area. You decided to settle for a little shadier place instead, promising yourself that you will shift it to somewhere better once you earn enough profit. However, you heard stories about how other pub or club owners in this area had to pass money under the table for opening their businesses. When you faced nothing like this, you indeed asked yourself several questions starting from why and how. You somehow knew it would come with a price. But you didn’t imagine the price to be Min Yoongi himself.
“Because I let you do so.” Yoongi growls, breaking your reverie and taking another step towards you.
“Becuase I wanted you from the day my eyes landed on this pretty face of yours, this inviting body of yours.” his eyes travel down your face to your neck then your chest. The heat of his gaze and his body makes you feel lightheaded. You almost jump when your body comes in contact with the bar top. Yoongi’s body towers over yours and he locks you between those vieny arms of his. You should be angry and furious but the sudden dampness of your panty says something completely different.
“Why do you want me?” your voice is softer than before and you fail to recognize yourself when you say those words. It is as if you want to hear him saying something very specific, you don’t know why.
“I like strong, confident and self-dependent women. I like to see them fly until they find that one place they can’t reach.” he smirks that lethal smirk again, “and in your case, I am that place.”
You are about to protest but then your words get cut as you feel something hard against your stomach. Unfortunately, that object isn’t his bulge but the cold metal of his gun.
Your breath gets stuck on your throat as you feel terror creeping up your spine. But you don’t want to show it, not today.
“Go ahead, kill me if you want. I still am not bending in front of you.” you say and Yoongi chuckles.
“You got some courage, don’t you? But kitten, you gotta bend in front of me if you wanna save your precious bar. If you don’t, next time it will be those expensive bottle of liqours to be shattered here on the floor.” He presses the gun on your stomach even more.
“No!” you mutter.
“Then do as I say. I promise it won’t be painful. Rather you will like it all.” Yoongi’s gaze falls down on your lips and your cunt leaks with anticipation.
“What do you want me to do?” you say, letting your own eyes fall on his lips.
“Strip” the demand in Yoongi’s voice sends you working in auto-pilot and you find yourself shredding each piece of garment one by one.
Yoongi’s eyes darkened the moment you are left only with your emerald lace lingerie. You see him licking his lips as his body still towers you greedily.
“Stop” Yoongi commands when you reach for the hook of your bra. He places his gun in the back pocket of his jeans and places one of his giant palms on your bare thigh.
“Better than my imagination” he says, squeezing your thigh harshly. Within a moment you find yourself being lifted up and sat on the bar top.
“You are already wet? Is this how much you hate me, kitten?” Yoongi says, regarding the wet spot that is visible through the cloth of your lacy underware. You are embarrassed but you’re aroused much more than that.
Yoongi takes out his gun again. He holds you by your waist and he presses the mouth of his gun on your clothed clit. You hiss at the contact. Yoongi’s mouth finds the expanse of your collarbone as he bites down on your skin, “you like it, kitten. You are just as nasty as I thought.”
Moaning out a little, you try to roll your hips for some friction, you are badly in need of that.
“So impatient. Just like a little slut. You are lucky, I have been waiting for a long time to get you like this, which means I am in no mood to tease.” Yoongi mutters in your throat before he pulls his face away from yours and hooks his fingers on the hem of your underware. He snatches that away within a blink. And now you are sitting naked on the bartop with a leaking core waiting to be ruined by Yoongi.
“Fuck” he curses, as he places two of his fingers on your slit gathering some of your juices. Your pussy starts throbbing at the contact. And without your own knowledge you moan out his name.
“Yes, kitten, yes. Moan my name. Let me hear it.” Yoongi says with a dazed expression. He places the gun on the top of the bar just beside you and starts removing his pants. You know he is just as impatient if not more, when he pulls his boxers away along with his jeans. His delicious looking dick frees from confinement to greet you in its full glory.
Your mouth waters at the sight. As much as your pride hurts right now, you can’t really deny the fact that you would love to suck him dry. As if reading your mind, Yoongi says, “I would love to give you a taste but, I need to be inside you now.”
He aligns his dick on your entrance and presses on your clit with the tip of his cock once. You hiss at the contact, yet again.
“Fuck Yoongi!” you moan.
“Yeah kitten. I am gonna fuck you till you can barely walk.” he says, slowly entering you. He pulls out his length once he is midway and then slams into you without any warning. You grasp for a handful of his thick hair. He barely gives you any time to adjust as he starts moving with a good pace already. You don’t even register when his hands reach your back and unhook your bra. You finally get what is happening when he pulls the garment away from your body and throws that away.
Yoongi latches his mouth to one of your perked nipples as one of his hands massage the other tit. He sucks hard and messily, leaving a trail of his drool dropping down the swell of our tits, reaching your naval down to your mound. He bites your nipple and that gets you seeing stars.
“Yoongi” you whine.
Yoongi takes up a much faster pace, this time he shifts his mouth to your other tit and his hand reaches down to draw circles on your clit. The pleasure that you feel is unexplainable. You feel like you could faint from this.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck” a string of curses start flying out of your mouth when his cock hit your g-spot twice in a row. As a result your walls start squeezing his shaft and his cock starts twiching.
“Cum on my cock, kitten” as if you obey his command, you cum on his dick. Yoongi follows right behind as he spills his seed in you. He bites on your nipple again and the pain overstimulates you.
Yoongi pulls out his softened dick from your cunt and watches as his semen flows out. He chuckles at the sight. Your breath is heavy and ragged and seeing Yoongi chuckling at your fucked out form makes you angry.
“What’s so funny?” you ask furiously.
“Not funny but definitely amusing how you ended up bending before me.” He smirks again. Your jaw gets tight at his cockiness.
“It’s a one time thing” you say as you start climbing down from the bar top.
“Oh, kitten, you thought so. Cause now, you belong to me.” Yoongi says, grabbing his gun and pointing that to your temple.
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I REALLY LOVE THAT XIAO FANFIC OF YOURSS(flowers and unplanned proposal) could you perhaps make a part 2 of it? About xiao & reader's 'married' life? :D
(from this fic) hm not necessarily a part 2 cuz i’m too lazy to do one, but here’s a few hcs!
your wedding ceremony’s a small affair consisting of you and xiao, lumine, hu tao, zhongli, paimon, your close friends (xingqiu, chongyun, xiangling, etc.), aaaand a few (re: a lot) of adepti who got curious when they heard that the conqueror of demons was getting married to a mortal.
your wedding’s probably one of the most blessed ones out there simply because of the sheer amount of adepti that attended, which means they had to give a compulsory wedding gift. they all gave various things which all ultimately served as a trinket to ward off evil and bring prosperity.
also, apparently lumine’s got a few scores to settle with some of them because she unwittingly trespassed and stole from their domains, whoops. it’s only thanks to the kind funeral consultant that everything was resolved peacefully. the wedding’s a shitshow and a half, but the important thing is that you and xiao were lawfully wedded by the end of it. the only problem you really had was if zhongli the consultant was qualified to officiate the wedding. xiao assured you multiple times that he is, trust me, there is no one more fit for it than rex—i mean, zhongli.
nothing much really changes except for the fact xiao is a little embarrassed at the revelation that your relationship was basically one sided until hu tao of all people spilled the beans to you. you do let him sleep in your bed without needing permission anymore, which you had to explain to him multiple times that since you’re married now, what’s yours is his, which means he doesn’t need to wake you up at midnight just to ask if he can lay down beside you.
lumine is, as always, the one who keeps pushing you two together and keeps taking credit for being your so called matchmaker. as a self proclaimed love guru, she’s your go-to when you need advice regarding married life, but after hearing various suggestions like pretending to drown so he can save you and falling off cliffs to experience that ‘damsel in distress and white knight feeling’, you’ve decided that lumine should be banned from making romantic advices.
it’s not too bad—being married, that is. it’s pretty much the same as when you thought xiao was just a roommate. you still do the chores together, he still cooks dinner for you, the two of you still argue on who gets to have the last piece of chocolate on a packet (he always lets you win).
except, if your home was full of flowers back then, now it’s fit to burst with the amount xiao showers you with. he’ll come home from doing whatever adepti stuff he does with arms full of different kinds of flowers. it once got to the point where a random person entered your house, thinking it was a flower shop only to be met with a very grumpy adeptus asking what business they have on his home.
suffice to say, you told him to limit the flower giving to once a week. if only so you won’t have to resort to using your bathtub as a vase for them.
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so we were talking recently about how solas is much better at keeping his secrets than the other characters, and we know bull is one of the most perceptive characters. you've travelled with bull & solas much more than i have, so im curious about your thoughts: do you think bull had any idea? he's able to weed out qunari agents, but do you think he noticed solas'? how do you think bull feels about it, post-trespasser?
rubs my little hands together ty for this, im gonna have funnnn
bull 100% knew something was up. these two bits of banter really seal it for me:
Iron Bull: You've got an odd style, Solas. Your spells are a bit different from the Circle mages or the Vints.
Solas: That comes from being self-taught.
Solas: I discovered most magic on my own, or learned it from my journeys in the Fade.
Iron Bull: I've seen self-taught warriors. Even the good ones have something awkward in their style, something that clunks.
Iron Bull: I don't get that from you. Maybe magic is different.
Solas: Or without magical training, you cannot notice the parts of my magic that "clunk".
Iron Bull: You're not as flashy as most mages, Solas.
Iron Bull: The Tevinter mages I fought in Seheron tried to scare us with what they could do.
Iron Bull: Dorian looks like he's waiting for applause after every spell.
Iron Bull: Vivienne has this little swagger, like she knows she's the most dangerous thing in the room.
Iron Bull: Not the quiet elven mage, though. No frills. Nothing to give you away. Half our targets never even see you coming.
Solas: I shall take that as a compliment.
Iron Bull: If you like.
first, bull does know magic - he gives solas an out, "maybe magic is different," but I think it's just that: an out. one of his first comments is about how cullen is putting his templar training to good use, helping the inquisition soldiers defend against magic, just like bull himself was taught to. he's fought countless mages. solas is dissembling and bull lets him, but I don't buy for a second that he's genuinely fooled
and then the flashy comment. "not the quiet elven mage." bull is so observant... arguably moreso than solas:
Solas: Hmm.
Iron Bull: Something wrong?
Solas: A man in the last village. Something in his manner troubles me.
Iron Bull: The baker with the squint and the red nose? Yeah, spy. Probably Venatori.
Solas: Why do you say that?
Iron Bull: He watched all of us. A normal guy would focus on you, because staff, or me, because horns.
Iron Bull: He had a dagger up his sleeve, which no baker needs, and the knot on his apron was tied Tevinter style.
Iron Bull: I sent a message to Red. She'll investigate.
Solas: You are more observant than you appear.
Iron Bull: The good spies usually are.
so a) he notices everything weird about solas, everything that doesn't match up, and b) he doesn't show what he knows. that's his training coming into play.
I don't think he really knew who or what solas was, though. my suspicion is that he knew solas had his own agenda from the beginning, and like most everyone, knew that solas was keeping his own past a big, deeply-guarded secret. but bull isn't the type to ask direct questions in order to learn, so I think that when he's talking to solas about these things, he's watching him, too. noting the subtle shifts that solas tries to hide or isn't even aware of. hell, bull would learn something from solas having no change of expression or tone, forcibly even and level - because at that point, it's artificial.
so i think throughout the game as they travel, bull is slowly but steadily realizing how much more there is to solas' story. at the same time, he knows that no one is quite as good at keeping secrets as he is, so he wouldn't want to... ask anything too direct, yknow? everything is dancing around the edges of the truth and seeing what comes up, and that is information, usually information the other person didn't mean to give away
varric does this too imo, but not to the extent or with the skill that bull does, nor with the ability to hide everything he knows so, so well.
overall, i think bull was always watching solas. bull's really thrown in with the inquisition, particularly if he becomes tal-vashoth - because at that point, he doesn't really have anywhere to return to (which is tragic). so outside of the advisors and the inquisitor, i think bull is actually one of the inquisition's most steadfast members. but throughout the game, solas does help. a lot. which bull sees, too. hell, solas helps him after he becomes tal-vashoth, it's a really fun banter arc.
bull is suspicious, wary, and watchful, but throughout the main game, solas hasn't done anything overtly hostile or counter to the inquisition's purpose. and ultimately, solas is sorta necessary - he's the only one who can help the inquisitor with the anchor.
as for solas' agents? i'm not sure... but i'm also not sure how many of them there are. if there were a fair number, i think bull would have picked up on it over time, particularly because he tends to hit on the servants more - like, he'd notice them as individuals if for no other reason than his own interest, but also his training comes into play here. but if there were only a few? i think they could've slipped under his radar, particularly because the inquisition grows so quickly that even bull would end up hard-pressed to stay familiar with every single face in the inquisition.
even wrt the qunari agents, it's because he noticed a change in the duty roster and followed up on that, not because he saw them and just Knew from their behavior. he might've been able to suss them out that way had they crossed paths, but crossing paths wasn't guaranteed - at least, not until they tried to kill him. and frankly, i don't think solas would be that sloppy. his agents probably are deeply embedded in the inquisition because so is he. he would know when to have them come in and how they could blend in, even become functioning members of the inquisition, particularly because the inquisition's goals are not directly counter to solas' goals.
post-trespasser? i've written this and in my fic, bull really wasn't surprised at all. i think he would've been if solas got outed as fen'harel/the dread wolf mid-game, but the events of trespasser shed so much light on the reality of the situation, and i don't think bull would've traveled that whole path and not begun to reach that conclusion. solas disappeared for two years ago after fighting corypheus, and now they're mysteriously drawn into an eluvian - elven magic - and pulled through an intricate web of information that exposes the qunari plot?
yeah, i think bull had an inkling solas was behind it at or near the start of their journey through the eluvians.
and there's more, like solas' constant, intense hatred of the qun stripping people of choice - but then, there's a bit of truth in people hating others the most for things they hate about themselves. and bull would know about that, of course. solas does the same thing to blackwall when he's revealed as thom, an ironic judgement considering his own lies, but he hates that he has to lie.
i think for bull, post-trespasser he'd feel... not happy about the situation of course, but sort of satisfied. the pieces finally fell into place, all of them.
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I will reiterate again my views on private property, for those who have not heard them:
Property is a legal construct, by which an individual is recognized by the state as having essentially unilateral authority over some bundle of resources, and whereby this control is enforced by the state at the behest of the individual using the state's monopoly on violence.
Right-libertarians view the right to private property as a fundamental individual liberty that must be respected any just state, akin to freedom of speech. However, I believe this view is incorrect. At the most basic level, the difference is that freedom of speech puts restrictions on what the state may do—it may not arrest us for what we say. On the other hand, the "right to property" demands an enormous amount of active interference by the state in everyday life—to decide who is the legitimate owner of what, and thereby who may use what and step where, what is trespassing or copyright infringement and what is not. It demands that if you use the wrong resources in the wrong way, resources not recognized as yours, you must be jailed. It demands a constant management by the state of exactly who is using what where. Far from being the actions of a "small government", a pervasive system of private property is a status quo that can only be maintained by an extraordinarily large and everywhere-reaching government.
This difference needn't mean that private property is bad. In fact, I don't think it is in general bad! But I also don't think it is in general good, or in general conducive to the ideal of individual liberty and autonomy.
In our present society, private property serves a variety of social functions that I think are very positive. For instance, private ownership (or something basically akin to private ownership) of one's home provides them with certain guarantees of privacy and autonomy within their own living space that I think are vital in any free society. At the same time, when a home's resident is not its owner, as in the case where a home is owned by a landlord, the right to property is instead an obstacle to these basic individual liberties.
Furthermore, I think that owning a very large amount of property makes one a kind of de facto autocrat, backed by state force in the exercise of their own private whims. As goes the old quip: who has more control over your life, the president, or your boss? And which one is democratically elected?
The truth is that we almost all spend the majority of our waking lives within the workplace, a domain ruled autocratically by an unelected, unaccountable authority. Yes, we each have the meager freedom to choose which autocratic authority to submit to, or to submit to none and starve on the street. But this is not freedom in any sane sense. And I think the notion that we live in a free society when the majority of most of our lives are spent in submission to the arbitrary whims of state backed authority is ridiculous.
Does this mean that I think private property should be replaced with nothing? That all rivalrous resources should be allocated by first-come first-serve, or according to who can guard them by exercise of the most individual force? No, of course not! Rather, I merely think property as it exists today is something of an arbitrary system, an accretion of history, steered at every turn by the powerful to guard their own interests. I would like to see a wholesale reworking of the way that resources and their use are coordinated by society—this time, engineered from the ground up specifically to empower the greatest number of people with the greatest amount of personal autonomy. I think anyone who defends the present system of property against such efforts has no business calling themselves "libertarian".
This is no simple project, and though I have many ideas (which you can find by perusing my posts), I am almost certainly not equipped with the full set of skills necessary to envision an ideal system. This is a project which must be approached at the same time with a technical eye towards economic issues and a humanistic eye towards the broader effects of the new system on people and their wellbeing. I am, as always, interested in talking with anyone who can contribute towards a vision of better system.
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there is a tree as old as me
rating: teen
tags: future fic, outside POV, trespassing, established relationship, engaged steddie💍
✨for @kallisto-k at my BIRTHDAY MONTH PROMPT FEST for the prompt: To Build A Home—The Cinematic Orchestra: 'and now, it's time to leave and turn to dust // out in the garden where we planted the seeds // there is a tree as old as me
She catches the trespassers by chance, really.
She’s awake early even for her routine, age doing nothing for the capacity to sleep in on a good day but her hip’s been a trial, and she needs buy a new mattress but Richard’s insistent he can’t bear to sleep on a stone slab, Patricia, good god—she wants to get one of those Select Comforts that splits their settings between two sides as a compromise; he argues those are for lesser mortals, which she’s long learned has evolved in recent years to mean not just that he thinks he’s above something in general, but more now that he thinks he’s better than technological advances.
And Patricia Harrington has standards, certainly, but she can also recognize when
She’s also old enough to remember when ‘new’ was an opportunity to throw her Black Card and gloat a little in the rush of the novelty, the momentary shine until the next new thing appeared to repeat the cycle.
She might be feeling her years, but she doesn’t understand when her husband got so damn old.
At least he’s still savvy enough to the time that they’ve got an airtight security system for the house itself, given the trespassers—more likely would-be-burglars, given the evaluation they’d just paid taxes on for the property—that she spies out the window, hears where she cracked the window in the kitchen to light a cigarette as she brews an early coffee.
Maybe Richard will agree to motion sensors for the yard, if she tells him about these…miscreants.
They’re moving carefully, like they don’t want to be seen, or more likely caught—suspicious, obviously—but they’re also moving like the know where they’re headed, as if they’re familiar with the space they’re traversing even in the pitch dark: even more suspect, really, and she wonders if they’ve cased the home, adds full-property camera surveillance to her list of proposals for reevaluating their security.
“I can’t believe you convinced me to—“ she barely catches the hiss from one of the criminals from across the yard, but it doesn’t last.
It doesn’t last because the second party drags the first close and: the lighting’s horrible, the moon’s crescent at best, but there’s really only one thing to be doing when two bodies press close, and then break apart with a pop she makes out on the breeze and, well. She was young, once.
“Believe it, baby,” the second trespasser rumbles low, and, oh, good god: “we gotta hit all the landmarks.”
They’re men. They’re both of them men and they were just—
“Landmarks?” the first one hisses sharper, this time, and Patricia…she doesn’t care nearly as much as Richard does about what people do in their bedrooms that she personally doesn’t agree with.
But this isn’t anyone’s own bedroom. This is her lawn.
“Of our story,” the second one, he—he—has got such curly hair she likely would have assume it was a very tall women, if it weren’t for the voice; “all our highlights.”
“What, exactly, was—“ the first man, he sounds a little exasperated as he whispers, but…fond. Fond like Patricia hasn’t heard in…well.
A very, very long time, at least.
“Here,” the curly haired fiend traipsing her property stops at a redbud tree Richard had always despised, said it looked tacky, common. Patricia canceled every removal service he’d had whichever secretary he instructed to send.
The second man turns, moves slow toward the tree before reaching, placing a hand on the trunk almost carefully, reverently. There’s something…familiar about him. The shape of his face, the way the the coif of his hair catches in shadow—
“My nanny used to tell me this tree was planted the year I was born, that it grew up with me,” and oh, oh, that’s, he’s—“so that I’d have to eat my vegetables and stuff, if I wanted to see it grow.”
He sounds so nostalgic, so soft at the edges; Patricia doesn’t know if she’s ever heard her son sound like that.
Because that’s who it is; why he seemed familiar even at a distance.
Even if she hasn’t seen or heard from Steven in nearly twenty years.
“And look at you both,” the other man, with the curly hair, he’s holding Steven by his arms, and the motion, the body language is…tender even before she hears the words filter over:
“Big and strong,” the man says, and then he’s cupping Steven’s cheek and Steven leans in so quick, like he trusts deeply, here: “fuckin’ beautiful.”
She can’t see it, not in the dark, but something tells her Steven’s smiling for the words. It makes her feel…uncomfortable.
Because it’s not as if they hadn’t seen it; she doesn’t know where Steven’s moved, where he ended up when he moved out while they were gone, left his key and a simple, terse little note about the furnace needing looked at—she only knows he’s nowhere near here, anymore, and she suspects there are some, like the former police chief and his wife, who know where he went but she never asks. She’s too proud for that.
But the point is: Steven doesn’t live in Hawkins anymore, and likely lives nowhere near Hawkins. But when The Post ran the engagement announcement it had only been implied, she’d never have been able to place is, but: when and S. Harrington and E. Munson announced their happy news in print, in a town that didn’t house people by those initials, even if it still housed residents by those family names?
Well. Patricia had suspicions. And she remembers the Munson boy largely because his hair was an unmistakable mess.
Apparently some things didn’t change.
“This,” the Munson boy, because that’s who it is, that’s who’s still cradling her son so close and so gently: “this was the first place I knew you wanted me.”
Steven’s head, she sees, still tilts just so when he’s baffled.
“What?”
“I knew you loved me like I love you, I knew that way before but you,” and the Munson boy, he pulls his hand across his face like the night isn’t doing the hiding for him. Preposterous, really.
“The urchins were inside, we were going to grab more pop to bring in and you pushed me up against this very tree,” and the boy—man, they’re men, they’ve long been men and Patricia doesn’t want to pry up the implications of how she saw no part of the becoming part of that process with her own eyes—but the man’s voice is so warm, so…smitten.
It should be nauseating. Another thing she doesn’t want to pry at is why it…isn’t.
At least not quite.
“Couldn’t wait, you said, couldn’t keep you hands off me,” and he’s turning Steven, walking him back against the tree as he speaks the words, like he’s reenacting something nigh-sacred.
“And I knew that I was out of my mind with wanting you like that, on top of loving you more than fucking life baby, but,” and Munson, she can see the way he breathes in his deep for the heave in the line of his back, and she can see the way he…brushes the line of his nose back and forth against Steven’s.
Who still has her father’s nose.
“You were hard as soon as you pinned me,” and Patricia frowns at the glass, when she hears that; and she barely hears is, in fairness, it’s pitched low even as they think they’re alone which is the least they can do but they are not alone and Patrician does not need to be subjected to—
“And it was like a light switch, or a lightning bolt,” the Munson boy—they’re boys they are still boys—but the Munson boy whispers it, and sounds like he’s wondering at it;
“He loves me,” he breathes, the line of his back breathing so deep again; “and he fucking wants me.”
And no, Patricia does not need to hear that at all, but.
There is a part of her, buried somewhere, who…does miss the idea of wanting. Of being wanted. In the abstract.
“You’re absurd,” Steven snorts and oh; oh, she remembers that tone, that testy little snark that always riled Richard enough that he’d largely stomped it out of the boy but oh: Patricia did love when Steven failed to rein it in.
Because it always reminded her that Steven was her son.
She doesn’t intend to start rubbing at her chest, but it…it feels kind of tight, there, just now.
It aches, there. Just now.
“I love you,” and Steven’s voice, she’s never heard him speak with that much feeling, and it’s difficult not to…to react to even just overhearing, to eavesdropping, though in fairness: it is, again, her property.
“And I want you,” Steven leans in, and kisses at Munson’s cheek with such affection, a devotion that’s obvious, near-blinding even in the dark; “just as much now as then,” and then Steven, Steven—
He laughs.
He laughs and it’s such a light and carefree sound and it’s so foreign to Patricia’s ears that it almost makes her anxious, or something of the like.
“But then so much more, baby,” and the warmth in those words: those are foreign too.
Those feel strange to hear, not least in Steven’s voice which…
She thinks she may not have recognized, if the first thing she hear were these words, in this tone.
She’s not wholly sure how to sit with that suspicion.
“Ten days,” the Munson boy’s hands go to Steven’s hips and he rocks them back and forth a bounce in the motion, a levity.
“Ten days,” and Steven…no.
No: she would not have recognized that voice.
She would not have known her son.
“You’re gonna be my husband,” the Munson boy whispers, Patricia only hears because she’s trying to, now, she…she wants to even if it hurts unexpectedly, the tightness under her hand in her chest a pain, now, a small little stab when this man cups her son’s cheeks, cradles him so careful and so…so loving, undeniable even like this, and says what she suspected from that notice in the paper.
Steven is getting married. Steven is getting married and he is proud enough to flaunt it in a town who could never prove it, where he no longer has tied; to a a partner who is proud enough to do the same just as brazen, and she doesn’t know if she’s proud or put-off, but she does know here, now—
Steven is in love. And he is loved deeply in kind. And the person who loves him sounds in awe at the idea of pledging forever not as a contract, but maybe more as a privilege.
She wasn’t paying attention for a strand of seconds as she acknowledged this, and decided ultimately to stop trying to do anything deeper than just that.
But she sees them pull apart; they’d been kissing the entire time she’d been thinking it through.
She isn’t even interested in acknowledging the…niggling little feeling of that kind of prolonged affection, let alone the way they reach for each other, steady each other in the coming apart, as if they have no desire to wholly come apart.
The idea of trusting another pair of hands like it looks as if they do, in the dim of these early hours, is…another foreign thing.
“Okay, okay,” the Munson boy laughs, no, giggles; “let’s get out of here before the owners notice.”
And he turns, would meet her eyes if he could see her; she knows he can’t, knows she’s standing just beyond the capacity to be caught and how absurd, caught inside her own house.
But then he’s turned away again; the house, and whatever it holds, far less compelling than the man at his side.
“Wayne’s place?” Steven’s asking and the Munson boy grabs his hand, lifts it to his mouth.
“Yeah,” the Munson boy says so low, so soft and sweet; “we can hit some more landmarks before that bagel joint he likes opens, we can take him breakfast.”
“More landmarks?” Steven sounds baffled, but so very fond and his partner doesn’t let go of his hand once, reels him in to peck his cheek.
“Of course, sweetheart,” the Munson boy nearly…purrs, how ridiculous; “so many. Because we’ve got one hell of a story.”
But ridiculous or no: the moon shifts out from the clouds as they make to scamper off the lawn and Patricia sees her son’s face for the first time in decades, now, and oh.
Oh: she’s never seen him smile like that. Not…not once.
She turns away, because the sting in her chest burns behind her eyes, a little; because the joy on Steven’s face is…
It feels private; like something she’s not meant to see.
She goes to pour herself the coffee she’d largely forgotten, and, well.
She’s still going to talk to Richard about security, but maybe…
Maybe not just now.
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who holds the mask? designing the Disguise
For the record, all of the playbooks in Beneath Pirate Flags are trans. Gay ass trans ass pirates. I mean, they don’t have to be — the magic of character creation means that you could make anyone, even (!!) a cis person, if your imagination can handle that. But they’re all more or less about being trans, or about types of trans people I know, anyway. Maybe none of them is as trans as the Disguise, though.
I don’t mean that, of course. The Disguise isn’t “more trans” than any of the others in any way that matters. What I mean is that the Disguise is maybe the most “obviously” trans, the most “typically” trans. The Disguise deals with a narrative that people see and go oh, oh, I know this—that one’s about being trans.
The Disguise is a pirate “on the run from at least two things,” inspired by tales of putting on a (you guessed it) disguise and escaping to adventure. There’s a lot of Jim from Our Flag Means Death in there, of course, as well as a good amount of Eowyn and not a small percentage of Alanna of Trebond. The Disguise is playing in a lot of tropes that make people conscious of the play of genders—which, for complicated reasons, reads as “more” trans than, say, The Hunk, The Dandy, or The Legend (even though all three of those are, to me, far more fundamentally drawn from my own trans experience).
One of the big things I wanted to do with the Disguise though, was offer more nuanced understanding of the work masks and disguises can do than we usually get in these types of stories. In the most traditional—the most recognizable—version of this narrative the Disguise is a cis woman who, frustrated not so much with her gender as with institutional sexism, takes on a mask in order to “play” as a man and trespass in the wider world (the historical erasure of transmasculine people into the cis feminist figure of “the woman in pants” looms large here). In this narrative, there comes a point where—as in Mulan, Eowyn, Alanna—she is unmasked but accepted as, to borrow a term from Tamora Pierce “a woman who rides.”
Here’s the thing: That’s a valid arrangement of what’s in the Disguise. There’s no reason the Disguise couldn’t be used to tell this kind of story—but I think there’s a more interesting version of this character out there, probably most clearly expressed (in popular media, anyway) by Jim Jimenez in Our Flag Means Death who, critically, does not return to their assigned gender after removing the “mask.” After all, there’s no reason to think that the mask must be something taken on (as opposed to, say, assigned). Rather, I like to think about the Disguise as playing across a border—dealing in multiple frames and knowledges, and trying to make space for themself between them. One day—if all goes well—they won't need the mask anymore. The playbook could equally viably tell the story of:
A cis woman under patriarchy, “playing a man” so she can run away and be a sailor (like Eowyn does).
A trans person, “playing” their assigned gender as they work to find out who they are really (like... most if not all trans people do, at one point or another).
A trans person, “playing” their true gender (or at least a new gender) as they build a new understanding of themself in a new context (this is the reading I think is closest to what happens with Jim, fwiw).
A person whose disguise has nothing to do with their gender at all—maybe they’re a prince in hiding, or they're pretending to be a prince in hiding, or there's something else.
There’s also no reason that the playbook couldn’t combine these stories—or even reach for new ones that haven’t occurred to me. The possibilities are endless. The core of the Disguise is not about secrets and falsehoods (although secrets and falsehoods certainly play their part), but rather performance and autonomy over your own presentation. The mask is a tool to control that presentation.
This brings us to the saddest part of the playbook—the ending.
Every playbook in Beneath Pirate Flags has three prewritten endings (although you’re naturally welcome to come up with your own). Each set of three has two happy endings and one sad one— sometimes bittersweet, sometimes tragic, and sometimes just bad. For the Disguise, that sorrow is all about the loss of control. The worst thing that could possibly happen—the most upsetting ending, which I want players to be aware of even if they aren’t interested in it—is not just the removal of the mask, but the removal of the mask without the Disguise’s permission or control. The world longs to control our presentations and, by doing so, control our lives. There is magic in a mask, and in the autonomy it provides—but there are people who want to rip both of those away. They want to hurt you, to control you, and to make you hurt yourself. That’s what we’re fighting against.
Anyway, there you have it. Go hug a trans person—and check out Beneath Pirate Flags.
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If I see one more stupid take on the stop oil van gogh protest im gonna lose it so in bullet points:
The painting is fine. It was behind glass. The person who threw the soup knew it was behind glass beforehand.
The UK is entering a cost of living crisis unlike any we've seen before (with the possible exception of Thatcher's Britain back in the 80s), and many people cannot afford to heat their homes. While oil and energy companies report record profits.
The point of this exercise was to demonstrate how much more people would care about even the thought of a painting being destroyed, compared to the reality of the lives that WILL be destroyed over the winter. When they can't yknow. Afford to eat or heat their homes.
No, they are not funded by Big Oil. Just Stop Oil DOES receive funding from the climate emergency fund which WAS started by Aileen Getty, yes. But she has zero active investments in the oil industry, and HAS spent a large amount of money sponsoring climate groups. Think of her as the Abigail Disney of oil.
The source of that conspiracy theory is a tiktok video and its mostly being reported in the telegraph which. Kinda says everything.
For people saying stuff like "but it had nothing to do with oil! Why don't you egg the houses of execs <3 Why don't you riot 😊 Why don't you kill oil execs uwu OK why don't you? I mean jesus be realistic. The rioting may come yet but this was a PUBLICITY STUNT. To raise awareness for their organisation.
If you are not from the UK/are from the UK and not familiar with the new protest laws, please refrain on commenting at all about method of protest.
The bill is as follows:
" [to] Widen the range of conditions that the police can impose on public assemblies to match existing police powers to impose conditions on public processions."
" [to] Broaden the range of circumstances in which police may impose conditions on a protest."
" [to] Amend the offence relating to the breaching of conditions"
" [to] Restate the common law offence of public nuisance in statute."
Meaning, any people doing ANYTHING the police don't like (up to and including holding BLANK SIGNS which happened after the queen died) can now result in arrest and forced dispersal (ie police violence). (There are more lines to the bill ive just chosen the ones relevant to this situation, but they're all on the gov website)
(Side note): I actually just read the page on gov.uk which I went on to copy the law and jesus christ they outright blame BLM protests for this. Like explicitly.
I BELIEVE i saw a story not that long ago about someone arrested under this bill being held without trial for like, months but I can't remember the details
In short people in the UK now have to get increasingly creative with how we protest, so as to avoid significant sentences. The two in this case were arrested for trespass instead of under this bill, which carries a significantly more minor penalty.
Shift your goddamn focus away from stupid conspiracies for a second and pay attention to what is happening in REALITY.
(If any of you make comments or send me stuff about this without at least attempting to fact check yourself beforehand im not responding, and deleting.)
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Yuuji, overhearing Gojo talking about Megumi's birthday, and making silent plans for it in that giddy, excitable way that only he can. He spends days looking for a present and doesn't think any of his ideas are worth anything, and he resigns himself to asking Gojo-sensei what kind of books Megumi likes the very most.
Gojo just breaks into a knowing grin, Yuuji doesn't have to look at Gojo to know that he's grinning either. He can practically hear it in his answer, in the way he answers quietly, like he's speaking a secret only to Yuuji's ears. And poor Megumi, who raises a brow when he catches them both talking without him, and when he gets near, the two quit talking and stare at him until he does something else. Megumi's not an idiot. They look stupid; Gojo's done crazier shit for his birthday when he was younger, spending money like it's nothing. Megumi shudders at the idea of undergoing that kind of celebration again...
Gojo gives him a book title, and an author. Yuuji spends the whole next week and prior evening cooking something and arranging his present for Megumi to have for later, and the following day, he gives Megumi both gifts. (His heart very audibly in his ears, his face flush with blood and warmth rivaling active flame.) He doesn't expect verbal thanks, or anything because he knows Megumi's personality is more calm than his own, energetic and exceedingly warm one. The look he gets is mild surprise and a slight widening of his eyes, then he takes the gifts in his hands, like he's never gotten presents before. (Yuuji knows this is untrue. Surely with Gojo-sensei providing, gifts were a natural occurrence.)
and then, Yuuji hears it, a muffle response from behind the sorcerer's collar; "Thank you... Itadori... there's really no need to make a big deal out of it..."
"Of course there was!" Yuu interrupts him, stealing the attention away from the gifts in Megumi's arms by coming forward, closing the space between them so he can gather all of Megumi's attention; "It's a special day, right? I mean... It's the day when we were all blessed with you! And we love you! Tsumiki-san, Gojo-sensei, Nobara! And me!"
...Megumi seems to stare at him for a few seconds in disbelief Yuuji could say those words so openly; and Yuuji doesn't react until he registers again that Megumi's personality wasn't so blunt and loud.
"Ack, sorry, I...!" Yuu starts, backpedaling, trying to recover what he perceived as a misstep, or some kind of trespass. In the same moment, Megumi simply answers him by taking his hand. It's a silent admittance, quiet confession of reciprocation, and it translates in perfect clarity to Yuuji. Yuuji who looks up at him with solar flares in his eyes, bright, unwavering with the confidence now reignited in him by that response.
Cause we love you. It's because we love you. There's no words Megumi can reply with, nothing that could express his gratitude towards the people who genuinely, honestly, and purposefully cared for him. Him, someone who's had a life like a revolving door, with people filing in and out every few weeks... first, his mother by no fault of her own, then again with his father, then his older step-sister, so on and so forth... But here, he'd finally found the few who didn't just up and leave. And they were precious. So precious. Led by Yuuji's hand forward, Megumi can't help the shy, demure smile that graces his lips as he's warmed by the expression of affection.
Yeah, these were the people who would stay. Megumi could rely on them. And in turn, they can rely on him too.
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"one day.." i will stop falling in love with you
diluc , al haitham, dainsleif
unrequited love , angst.
DILUC RAGNIVINDR— you didn't mean to fall for him. you didn't mean to look at him like he was the whole world. you didn't know why you started liking him. you've been friends for almost a year now, but recently, you started seeing the small and big things diluc does. cares for his brother, mondstadt, and its people. the way he switches shifts with charles when he has the time to have a few moments to bond with kaeya, when his gaze softens looking at the lively tavern even when it's tiring when he thinks no one is looking, and the way he takes parts of his nights to fight and fend off the monsters that dare to trespass its walls.
your feelings didn't go unnoticed by a certain group of dark blue, maroon-ish, and dual-colored-haired group. in the end, you did tell them you did hold feelings for diluc, and they encouraged you to confess. they mentioned how the way he looked at you was different from the way he looks at others, but a good difference. and you hated the way your stomach did flips. because you knew better. he was healing but not yet healed. he wasn't ready for love in his life yet or at all.
he needed you. he wanted you. he cared for you. he needed a friend. he wanted you there as a friend. he cared for you as a friend. while you did everything as a friend, you wanted it to be something other than that. but you couldn't. your relationship was just friends. nothing more, nothing less.
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AL HAITHAM— he was well known in the Akademiya while you were on the other.. and besides, you guys weren't even friends since you guys only talked only a few times. would you two consider yourselves acquaintances? he was stoic, cool, smart, and very good-looking. if it was allowed in the Akademiya, he would have multiple gifts and love letters overflowing in his office. you were one of the smartest in the Akademiya but if you were next to him you couldn't compare. there are people you could see him with, like nilou, for example, but looking back on it, she probably only sees him as a close friend.
you despised how you acted around him. you were stuttering, fumbling, and being plain stupid. there was a time when you wanted him to look over some documents that you had, and when you were walking toward him, you tripped over an uneven tile. stupid stupid stupid. but instead of looking down on you like you expected him to, he chuckled. ah. was he laughing at you? or what happened? or both? he simply picked up the fallen papers and held out a hand for you.
"don't worry about the documents being put off order. I can handle it. but maybe you should check up on your knees if it hurts."
you thanked him and left his office. the next day, when you were picking the finished documents up, you found the uneven tile nowhere to be seen.
"I asked for the tile to be fixed after you left so it won't happen again."
gods... you hate the way he makes you feel.
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DAINSLEIF— you happened to meet him while you made a quick break in one of liyue's restaurants. you were a seat behind him, and you could hear his stomach silently grumbling. when the bill came for his meal, you overheard him, saying he only had 500 mora. innocently barging into the conversation with him and the waiter, you offered to pay for all of it. it was nothing really, 1000 mora off of your bank was basically taking a single strand of wheat off a haystack
a few weeks passed, and you found yourself falling for him. it might be the stretch to like someone you met for almost a month, but still. he was reserved, quiet, and a bit dull looking. but he had his moments of being kind. all you knew from what he told you was he was looking for someone dear to him, and that made your heart pang in your chest. what made it worse for you was not knowing if that someone who was dear to him, a lover, or a friend. but you knew better to pester him about them because he simply left it there.
he explained he couldn't stay here, as he needed to continue his journey. and as you bid him farewell, you regret not telling him your feelings for him. but you decide to keep your feelings buried deep within. so maybe the next time you see him, you can joke around with him about how you had a crush on him before with nothing to hide.
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"Last week, the presidents of Harvard, MIT, and the University of Pennsylvania were called to testify before Congress about the alarming rise of anti-Semitism on their campuses, and their tepid responses to it, in the wake of October 7.
By now, you have probably heard about the trio’s horrendous overall performance, punctuated by their smug inability to respond to the simple question of whether calling for the genocide of Jews violates their schools’ codes of conduct. Since that time, the president of UPenn has stepped down, and support for the other two is wavering.
In case you are wondering, their answer should have been an unequivocal “yes, it violates our polices.” The right to free speech is fundamental, but it does have limits: The First Amendment is not a pass to threaten, harass, intimidate or otherwise violate the rights of others.
For the record, even those pundits who (incorrectly) defended the university presidents’ testimony as being legally correct, if morally tone deaf, had to admit that it did represent a glaring double standard. Each of these universities has in recent years protected other minority groups from even “micro-aggressions” by effectively and ruthlessly shutting down speech that their leaders find offensive.
Struggling to answer whether calls for genocide against Jews constitutes bullying, after you have already officially labeled “fatphobia” as “violence” and “using the wrong pronoun” as a form of “abuse,” is pathetic, and to see these schools pretending that they are genuinely concerned about free speech all of a sudden is nothing short of laughable. In the Foundation for Individual Rights and Expression’s 2024 College Free Speech Rankings, for example, out of 248 US campuses, Penn and Harvard were ranked 247th and 248th, respectively. If you are only concerned about shutting down speech when that speech targets Jews, well, there is a word for that.
How Free Is Free Speech?
The First Amendment does not protect trespassing, vandalism, harassment, assault, or the destruction of property. Nor does it protect speech that is not meant to inform or persuade, but to disrupt lawful endeavors —activities like going to the kosher dining hall or studying in a library. The First Amendment does not protect someone who is making true threats, nor does it protect intimidation — “a type of true threat, where a speaker directs a threat to a person or group of persons with the intent of placing the victim in fear of bodily harm or death.”
Just a few months ago, in Counterman v. Colorado (2023), the United States Supreme Court clarified that this does not necessarily mean that the person speaking actually intended to threaten the victim. Rather, the Court imposed a recklessness standard — i.e., the First Amendment does not protect a person who consciously disregards a substantial risk that his communications would be viewed as threatening violence. To be clear, calling for the genocide of Jews, as the pro-Hamas student groups on campus have consistently been doing, does create a hostile environment for Jewish people on campus, violates Title VI of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, and is not protected by the First Amendment.
It was obvious that all three university presidents were reading off scripts written by their respective attorneys (several of whom were sitting behind them and nodding throughout the hearing). The question then becomes: What now? What is the critical error that their lawyers (and the general counsels at other universities where Jewish students are being targeted) have made in failing to stand up for Jewish people, and how should they immediately correct it?
The answer is simple, and it is exactly what students, parents, donors, and the government alike should all be demanding from these institutions: They should continue to respect the First Amendment, but they should apply the appropriate standard for speech on a campus.
From a legal perspective, it is easy to see where the university legal counsels’ confusion specifically arose. Those horrible answers were written under the assumption that the only limits a university can put on student speech are the limits contemplated in the foundational Supreme Court First Amendment case of Brandenburg v. Ohio (1969).
In that case, regarding speech at a KKK rally, the Court held that a state could only punish speech that “is directed to inciting or producing imminent lawless action and is likely to incite or produce such action.” Brandenburg is famously a very high standard, and that is precisely where the universities are hiding: Despite the hundreds of anecdotal incidents from the last two months, and notwithstanding all of the well-known studies confirming that inflammatory discriminatory anti-Semitic rhetoric leads directly to anti-Semitic violence, officials are telling students and parents and now Congress that their hands are tied because, in most cases, there has not been direct enough incitement.
Campus Standards Are Different
Now, the truth is that even under the Brandenburg standard, schools can still impose reasonable time, place, and manner restrictions. As the Court in Grayned v. City of Rockford (1972) explained: “The crucial question is whether the manner of expression is basically incompatible with the normal activity of a particular place at a particular time.”
So even under that paradigm, any activities that disrupt the educational enterprise and functioning of a school may be restricted. Common sense dictates that rallies celebrating calls for anti-Semitic genocide disrupt the educational enterprise and functioning of a school because they leave some students genuinely fearful for their lives.
But that argument is also unnecessary, because Brandenburg is absolutely the wrong standard for schools to be using, and university presidents and lawyers need to correct that mistake as soon as possible.
In Tinker v. Des Moines (1969), the Supreme Court explained that the Constitution does allow for schools to shut down speech that will “materially and substantially interfere” with the “requirements of appropriate discipline” in the operation of the school” or that “invad[es] the rights of others.” That is the standard that these schools must now vigilantly enforce.
Of course, private colleges and universities, like Harvard, Penn, and MIT, can restrict certain speech, conduct, and demonstrations, in most cases, without triggering any constitutional issues. But even a public university is not a public street, and the rules for what speech must be allowed on each are very different.
The Supreme Court in Healy v. James (1972) cited Tinker to hold that university officials do not have to tolerate student activities that breach reasonable campus rules; interrupt the educational process; or interfere with other students’ rights to receive an education. (This is especially true when the student speech is happening in school-sponsored forums, or is reasonably perceived as somehow bearing the school’s imprimatur.)
The Court has also repeatedly held (in Bethel v. Fraser [1986] and Hazelwood v. Kuhlmeier [1988]) that schools have even greater latitude to limit student expression if they can establish a “legitimate pedagogical concern.” Ensuring that all students — including Jewish students — have a safe and harassment-free environment in which to learn should be an overwhelmingly legitimate pedagogical concern.
Under the Tinker line of cases, schools do not even have to wait for a breach to actually occur; administrators can act if they can “reasonably forecast” that the expression in question would disrupt school discipline or operation, or violate the rights of other students. In Melton v. Young, for example, the Court ruled that schools could prohibit the wearing of a Confederate flag jacket because it was reasonable to assume that it would be disruptive in an environment of heightened racial tension.
Waving a Hamas flag and cheering on slaughter, as bodies are still being identified and hostages are still being held, announcing solidarity with the “resistance” and that “armed struggle” — i.e., murder —“is “legitimate,” and yes, calling for the genocide of Jews, are all behaviors that are no less likely to cause a disruption than a jacket.
Tinkering with Free Speech
Under Tinker, it is more than reasonable to forecast that there will be substantial disruptions that would violate the right of Jewish students to a non-hostile educational environment if groups are allowed to host events that glorify and celebrate the murder of Jews.
Schools can and must act now to prevent that from continuing to happen, using both common sense and the relevant case law to draw the appropriate line. The limits on the First Amendment are there to help the government with its primary responsibility —to protect all of its citizens from harm —and authorities must be constantly vigilant to enforce the law correctly.
Regardless, the answer to “what now?” then, is this: Everyone calling for change should articulate what that change is, and institutions fixing their policies should clearly explain how they will “tinker” with their free speech formulas so that the next time their leaders are asked if calling for a Jewish genocide is problematic, the answer can just be “yes.”
-Goldfeder, M. (2023g, December 13). Poison Ivies - Mishpacha Magazine. Mishpacha Magazine - The premier Magazine for the Jewish World. https://mishpacha.com/poison-ivies/
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Sensing & Feeling
Donghyuck ft Dream members
PAIRING. Donghyuck!deaf x Reader!siren
Synopsis. You’re on edge when a group of boys trespass and attempt to steal from your charming lake of riches. You know that with your sound and song, they’ll easily get captivated and drown with your tunes being the last thing they hear. However this time, your song fails to work on one. With no fear, he looks you straight in the eyes and doesn’t fret. He’s allured and fascinated by you, and so are you. For the first time in so long, you hear a beat in your heart and you think you’ve fallen in love.
WC. 7k
Playlist. On the chain. Myuu. Ludwig Gorranssom Sirens. Jibaro soundtrack (w/ ending screams)
They’re being watched.
Donghyuck stops in his tracks, turning around to have a look at the forest again. Even if he can’t hear, he can see. And the rest of his senses are sharp enough to tell that somebody or something is watching them, following there every move. Peering around the colorful rosy, thick and leafy evergreen forest, with its wild and striking green wilderness, Donghyuck tries to get his eyes away from the captivating and alluring beauty trying to search or even find the source that’s making him feel uncomfortable. He can’t see it. But he surely knows that something, or someone is looking at him.
He jerks to the side when a hard hand hits his shoulder. Turning to Mark, Donghyuck slightly raises his arms working his hands in a pattern of communication. Mark, with his eyes solely on the rapid moving fingers, sighs and drops his cigarettes bud on the ground when it’s finished. He gets his other hand out his pocket visually moving his hands- yet stuck in the habit of saying his words out loud. “There’s nothing there. Stop looking around or else you’ll get lost.”
Donghyuck humph’s balling his fists before eagerly opening his palm to begin expressing his anxiety- hastily moving his fingers and hands in a manner which causes Mark to groan.
“What’s he saying?” Mark rolls his eyes getting his hands back in his pocket while facing Jaemin who asked in wonder being watchful of the pair.
“He’s saying we’re being watched and that he feels something following us.” Mark turns his head to the moving hands of Donghyuck and then facing Jaemin again. “He’s convinced that it started following us since we left the car hours ago. But I’m telling him that nothing’s there.” Mark, although focused on Jaemin has his hands in Donghyuck’s direction signing out that ‘nothing’s there.’
Jaemin turns to Donghyuck awkwardly and clears his throat. “Tell him he’s just being paranoid,” Mark does as told causing Donghyuck’s shoulders to fall as he turns his sharp deadly eyes on Jaemin. Jaemin being attentive to Mark and ignoring the gnawing eyes of Donghyuck, Jaemin scratches the back of his neck. “He really hates me.”
Donghyuck exhales angrily feeling ignored. He troops forward making sure to bump Jaemin’s shoulder hard in the process.
“Ow,” Jaemin holds onto his shoulder facing Mark in irritation. “Why does he always do that to me? It’s not like I’m being mean to him or anything. Fuck, you know, he should’ve been grateful that we even agreed for him to come with his dumb deaf ears.”
“Must be the reason why he hates you man,” Jeno snorts and turns his head back when Donghyuck passes him. Mark walks forward being behind Donghyuck.
“Why?” Jaemin asks louder.
“You keep referring to his ears as dumb and deaf,” Jeno smirks before tossing his arm around Donghyuck’s shoulder and signing with one hand, the only sign language he knows. ‘Are you okay?’
Donghyuck’s beady eyes glance once at Jeno’s fingers and then nodding his head trying to keep his temper at bay. Despite not hearing Jaemin’s comment, Donghyuck knows his place in Mark’s group of friends. If he has to cause a scene now, they would only label him as a typical angry deaf boy.
“No shit, he’s deaf.” Jaemin grumbles. “And dumb,”
“Watch it Jaemin.” This time Chenle gets in on the conversation barely looking back to his friend.
“It should be somewhere around here,” Renjun, navigating the group of fatigued boys behind him with a map, alters his voice louder for all of them to hear. “Okay guys, we’re almost there.”
“You’ve been saying that for an hour man,” Jaemin, the last in line, groans out. “My feet are killing me, can’t we just stop?”
“We can’t stop now, we’re so close.” Renjun states as he follows the olden brown mapped route. Wandering and rambling around the forest, they boys get deep and deeper within the dimly lit home of nature. Donghyuck can’t hear the words produced by Renjun, but he surely can tell that Renjun’s legs are not going to stop anytime soon. It’s as if he’s almost possessed.
Being the only one with the map, Renjun is certain of where they are going. However, the sound whispering to his ear is hypnotizing. The sweet melodies feel like a calling, drawing him off the familiar hiking trail and towards the forbidden forest area full of rash cultivation, sharp stones and deep water swamps. At this point, he’s not even himself when being pulled by the unknown voice calling onto him.
And so he leads his friends through a valley filled with shadows and slow forming mists.
In ambience with the clouded sky and descending colors of the once bright green forest has Donghyuck feeling the hairs of his neck rise every time they pass through some trees. Something is surely watching them. He peeks at Mark once, yet his heart heaves in deep isolation, feeling like an outcast when he sees Mark’s lips turned up into a huge smile as he soundlessly laughs. It’s not only Mark, but Jeno as well has moving lips and a large smile on his face engaging in conversation entertaining both Mark and Jaemin.
Donghyuck feels singled out when Chenle taps his shoulder and with broken sign language tries to chat with him. It results in Donghyuck merely pulling a discontent look and all together ignoring him. Not long after, he notices Jisung and Chenle having their own conversation. With no one around him to notice, he sinks his head down grumpily stuffing his hands in his pockets as he follows behind Renjun in barren.
He didn't even want to tag along with Mark for this stupid trip. But Mark convinced him that it would be a fun experience. Donghyuck knew it wouldn't be fun considering they'd be together with the rest of Mark's friends, but he still tagged along in hopes that he'd be able to "fit in" and be "normal".
He tsks and shakes his head. Moving away from the group to take a short leak on a tree stem, he notices how the tree barks have gone from slim to chunky and large.
The tall and secluded trees become thicker and almost impossible to pass through. Donghyuck signs to Mark a few more times that he feels like something is watching them the deeper they go. But as usual, Mark tries to assure Donghyuck that they’re not being watched.
Your head, ever so slowly, peeks out from the waters having 4k vision of the boys treading down the slope leading to your territory. You sink back into the water, following them from the side.
Now trudging and dragging their feet through the high grass, the sky is no longer visible being covered by the vast majority of leaves. The trees go from being slime and tall, to being thick and short, with heavy large leaves dropping down all the way to the ground.
“Renjun are you sure we’re going the right way?” Mark complains. “We’ve been at it for almost three hours now.”
“He’s leading us to our death,” Jeno mumbles trying to joke his way around feeling an excruciating amount of blistering pain on his feet. "Okay, dude I shit you not when I say my legs have reached their maximum limit."
"Well just keep pushing a little longer. I want us to get there at least by sunset." Renjun states, his eyes hooked forward with the goal and aim to reach his desired time frame. "We'll be able to comfortably rest when we get there."
Renjun's words are a bleak whisper of hope, urging everyone to continue walking with the little strength they have. It gets harder to pass by certain amount of branches and thorn covered bushes- but none the less the boys manage to escape serious injuries every time. Complaining, joking around, telling stories and even singing is what gets the boys through their crying legs and drained bodies.
Donghyuck, however, has nothing of entertainment except slightly falling back from the group and deviating on his own to have a closer look at the ethereal plants and vegetation of certain flowers. It’s the type of nature he hasn’t seen before. It’s all so beautiful.
Still being with the group but just a couple of steps back, Donghyuck brings out his water bottle from his backpack drinking on the last drops of his water. Yapping his dry tongue, he swallows dryly and looks to the lake bed that's several meters far from them.
His eyes widen when seeing the lake pond thinking that they’ve finally reached the spring waters. He sprints lightly towards Renjun and pats his shoulder quickly and points at the distance of the flowing waters.
Much to his inaudible ears Donghyuck doesn't hear when the rest of the boys ask him what's wrong. Luckily Renjun catches his drift and begins laughing. "Guys look! We're here!"
Upon seeing the lake bed of waters the boys with their last strength scamper in zeal and excitement- no longer tired but DRAINED and in need of aqua. Getting to the edge of the grass head they each drop to their knees getting their hands in the chilling cold waters and splashing it on their faces.
Jisung however stops just by the edge of the ground feeling uneasy. “Renjun, is this the right spring waters? This doesn’t feel like the place we came to last time.”
Renjun too, for a split second, has confusion looming over him- but within a second, his whole mind is in a trance again and the worried look turns into excitement. “What are you talking about Jisung? Let’s get in the lake.”
Unintentionally being a step ahead, Donghyuck's eyes twinkle and he sticks his whole foot in the water (not caring that he’s soaked his whole shoes and trousers), walking on the uneven rocky surface getting deeper in the water when his eyes make out something shiny and sparkling. Bending down with his knees feeling cool by the cold water, Donghyuck sticks his hand inside the flowing water, touching the unfamiliar yet glittery piece of jewel.
Mark's head strikes up instantly when wind passes by him and his ears tingle when he catches a soft lullaby. A shiver crawls up his whole body and he shakes physically, trembling.
His head slowly turns side to side wondering if the boys can hear it, can feel it, can smell it? But they're sitting by the edge relaxing and massaging their feet in oblivion to the light mist that slowly coats the air. Mark's head seeks for Donghyuck and through the curling vine tree leaves he spots Donghyuck in the water. Bending down and picking up something.
Something in Mark doesn't feel right or at ease when seeing his friend in the water.
His chest rises and falls rapidly, with his heart beating excessively fast. He...he doesn't know why but as soon as he hears the soft gripping lullaby he lunges in the lake hurting himself in the process, causing an alert for the other boys. Mark is wreaking of desperation for the danger he feels that his friend is in.
Meanwhile, Jaemin is the first to spot it. Eyes. Your eyes. A wave of dizziness engulfs him as he moves without thinking and plunges in the water, a lustfulness look covering his eyes. Jeno is alert when Jaemin falls head first into the lake. Without delay Jeno gets in the water- the stony ground scraping him but his attention is on his goofy smiling friend Jaemin who is in a daze.
“She’s so beautiful.” Jaemin mummers, love struck, with drool leaving the side of his lip being mesmerized by just your eyes. Your eyes that are sticking out the water and staring at them.
Just as Mark's about to grab a hold of Donghyuck- his fingers recoil in fret by an eerie scream causing him to grip his ears. Jaemin and Jeno in the water are paralyzed in terror clawing at their ears equally yelling with their eyes rolling back.
"Guys get out the water!" Renjun petrified of the emerging sight of the female yells.
You're unfazed by the confusion rising in the surface level of the boys scream, you sneakily peek out the water only allowing your eyes to momentarily get a look at your prey. It's been a long while since your voice called out to the forest and brought you back prey. This time around you're enlightened to have clocked seven youthful and mature men. You lick your lips, slowly rising out the water to the surface.
Your body is dazzling and glimmering when the little light from the sun hits your skin. Adorned in glitter skin from head to toe, draped in nothing but a gleaming amount of pearls wrapping around your body your hallucination eyes captivates the boys in an eerie lust. Your figure slithers out the water, and unlike the usual mermaid tale, you’ve got legs which equally shine with the glitter and diamond pieces serving as skin.
Mark is paralyzed in place with his hands wedged in his ears as he tries to fight out the echoed scream that he hears on repeat in his head- he can’t get his eyes off you, but he surely can try to resist. He becomes frozen and entranced- not bothering to run! the way Jeno leaps for his life (with Jaemin over his shoulder) trying to get out the water and follow a panicked Renjun, Jisung and Chenle who manifest agony in trying to shut out their ears to the scream withering in their heads.
You smirk, loving how much they’re all trying to resist. You try not to pay attention to the unfazed man on his knees holding onto a piece of your diamond skin. You pay your attention close to Jaemin, who reaches out his love hands to you- but is being yanked by his friend. “So beautiful-”
“Don’t leave me,” You whimper and stretch your own hands out, your eyes drowning him.
He’s easy. So you don’t hesitate to open up your mouth and render your voice out to the men. Once again, the air coils by your screech and the mist grows heavy with all the boys reacting in agony by scratching their ears.
Jaemin grips his ears- his senses foggy and his mind going crazy but then being captivated again and he’s under the spell to draw closer to you. Jeno drops Jaemin to the ground as he also can’t take the sound of your yells echoing in all parts of his head.
Unlike Jaemin who’s easily engulfed by your voice, the other boys are strong in resisting and try to run.
But you’re just at your beginners level. Trying to see which sound frequency gets them attached. And to your luck, Jaemin easily reacts to the easy based scream. Your voice intensifies as you growl from your stomach and have your eyes dead on the group.
The air slowly becomes clear as you approach and walk slowly on the water. You’re slithering from side to side, erotically moving and watching Jaemin crawl before he sprints in the water splashing all over.
A bewitching voice echoes through Mark’s brain, “Come closer,” it spoke over and over like a mantra, soothing hums layered behind the words. But Mark has his head craned upwards in agony, his eyes shut tightly with his head trying to resist.
You have the movements of a dancer, delicately dancing in the water, looking graceful and poised. “Come to me,”
Mark’s legs unwillingly step forward, blindly opening up his eyes as he can no longer resist. But with Donghyuck in his view, he’s snapped out of your trance (but only for a second) and pushes Donghyuck forward.
And just like that, Mark being the second just like Jaemin being the first- to give into your voice and blindly follow in your trance. In an irregular pulling, both Mark and Jaemin dance to a forced tune in their heads-
Donghyuck pushed forward grunts in anger and peers back, only for his eyes to open wide in alert as he watches in silence both Mark and Jaemin in unorthodoxy as they dance- almost forced while trudging in the water. Donghyuck get’s up to grab unto Mark but is stuck when he sees a dancing figure deep in the edges of the water.
Mark is being pulled painfully as he laughs in an inhumane manner trying to get to you. Donghyuck can only watch his friend from behind looking like he’s being yanked and walking above the water instead of drowning. The sight is surely wild, with Mark and Jaemin walking on top of the water. Mark bends in an unconventional way slowly starts sinking with every dancing step he takes forward.
Donghyuck is pushed again into the water- snapping him out of his horror of watching his friend sink- he turns back now seeing the rest of the boys nuts and rushing while dancing in a haunting yet mesmerizing ballad way into the water. Donghyuck can see there’s a form of struggle to their controlled expressions and he doesn’t know what he’s looking at. While Jaemin is head over heels looking like he’s found the love of his life, in just a spilt second, his head shakes and he frantically yells looking shaken with fear. Just like Jaemin, Jeno, the most resistant out of the whole group stops every once in a while getting control of his body before he’s being drawn in such a painful way that he’s back arches in a snap.
Donghyuck can only tie their unorthodoxed dancing to you. Getting a look at you- he stumbles back watching you ushering the boys in hypnotic ballet moves. You’re pulling your arms, standing on your tippy toes enticing them with your nude yet covered glittering body. Your hips rolling around like crazy. Donghyuck, in pure horror stricken notices how the boys rapidly sink while getting closer to you.
Your performance making them dance in a controlled manner sets your heart ablaze in lust, loving the energy of fear wreaking out of them. You dance hard, desire and cravings latching out of you and into them.
All their bodies are half in the water - and half out still struggling.
However, you’re alert when your tunes don’t seem to entice one of them. You can’t seem to get a grip of him, no matter how high you set your voice frequency. He looks feared by you, you like that, but he isn’t dancing or bending to your will, you don't like that. His eyes go from you to one of the boys and you screech in anger at the boy he’s looking at.
Mark feels his bones cracking the most, but so eluded by the enchantment he can’t react but allow his pain to drown. He’s fighting with the water, wanting a chance to survive, but when he loses his grip on the top of the water- his body falls in the water and he struggles to get out. His arms wave and wag in haste- but with you dipping your head in the water to send out one last scream of outrage. Mark’s ears bleed and he swallows the water through his nose and mouth choking and gagging with the water in his throat- dying and hearing your voice.
It’s been a while since Donghyuck had shouted- however this time from the pits of his stomach an unruly cry riots from his lungs. He can’t hear his own voice, but he feels the vibration of his tonsils. “MEL!” His limb and lame mouth scorns out in horror, ‘Mel’ being the nickname he gave to Mark ever since they were little kids, the nickname that he only used whenever sign language couldn’t reach to Mark. As he couldn’t hear, he couldn’t hear how to pronounce Mark- thus his limb mouth would force out the syllables that he learnt of how to say ‘Mark’.
Not only Mark but there's nobody on the surface of the water. With the clear waters, Donghyuck can only see their desperate figures drowning and sinking below.
Your head peeks out the water and you stare intensely at the man. You screech out, but he doesn’t flinch. You cast your hands out in his direction but he merely moves. He falls back in the water crawling back with tears by his eyes. He tries to back up with every step you take forward.
Why isn’t he succumbing to your voice?
You get scared, and hold onto your throat. You let out a little lonely help. “Come to me,” You squeak in confusion. “Don’t leave me alone,”
You’re scared that your power is gone. Visibly, you’re scared that the man isn’t affected. Deep down you’ve always known yourself to be weak, that’s why you used your voice to drown all them man who’d take advantage of you. But yet, your voice, your siren voice stands no chance against him, a mortal man.
You yelp out, your eyes being watery as you step back calling out to him again. “Please come, I’m scared,”
You’re terrified that you’ll succumb to him, so running away, you do a back flip into the water yelling out and diving to the bottom of the waters, trying to feed yourself with the fresh meal of men, perhaps trying to get your power again.
Donghyuck in absolute shock and horror pants out when the little sun that parted the skies seems to go back in hiding. The clouds hide and leave nothing but the grey skies. He’s so out of it, that nothing but him breathing is all that remains in the air.
His lips tremble as he tries to speak, but mumbles into the empty air is what fills his fear. He backs out of the water when seeing your head appear out of the water. Your eyes, a manifesting color of fear display a hint of what can only be described as anger as well as evil. It causes panic inside of Donghyuck and sharply he gets off his feet and is running for his life.
Running where? He doesn’t know. Running where? He can’t hear.
A whimper leaves his lips as he transpires, trying to get out the water- trying to get far away from the lake, far from the blood swimming around the pool of the people he once considered to be Mark’s friends. He’s weak when running endlessly and frantically around.
This isn’t real.
You sneak out of the water, your body slithering in a hypnotic way, soft and delicate, white hair clinging to your skin the more you submerge out of the waters. You’re so delicate and graceful when approaching the knocked out body on the ground. The knocked out body of the man who had been crying. You lay beside him, enclosing your body on his as you wrap your arms gently around him. You breathe him in, smiling and roaming your eyes all over his being.
He’s the one you’ve been waiting for. Placing your hand on his toned chest, running your hand slowly up his torso.
Night falls and you’re dancing doesn’t seize. In slow paced steps, ballet moves manifesting out of you. You protect him in your care, seeing him as someone worthy of your protection. Amongst all the other wanderers. He’s the first to have resisted your lonely cries of help. In serene joy, you rejoice upon feeling your heart being elevated. It’s almost as though you can feel yourself living. Your heart beats again when sensing movements from him.
You leap up in surprise when his grip claws onto your skin keeping you from moving.
Donghyuck can’t fathom what’s reality anymore. Upon hitting myself face first into a tree, his reality spiraled out of the abyss and he fell unconscious. But now, he’s confused upon coming back to his senses and comes face to face with your face. He’s got a tight hold on you, and when he’s up on his feet- he can’t help the growing anger in him when he screams out frightening you.
You’re about to make a run for it- but his shouts turn to tears and he sinks on the ground crying his heart out. You don’t know why he’s crying, but the sounds of his plea call out to you in the same way your voice calls out to lost men.
You fall with him to the ground, and bare his body in your hold. You whimper and pat at his head.
You killed Mark. You aren’t human. You killed Jaemin. You aren’t human. You killed all of them. You drowned them all. They all danced their way to the waters and drowned. You are the reason why he’s all alone in this night.
Is what goes on in Donghyuck’s head when he backs away from you in a lonely state of sadness. Watching you recoil, Donghyuck hugs his knees and cries out.
You stare at his arched figure. “Dance with me,”
You speak out. But he doesn’t move.
Tenderness and warmth is what Donghyuck feels when you hold onto the sides of his face. His eyes are in awe, but he doesn’t move only allows his eyes to hurl out the lost tears.
You get up on your feet, you align your body before him in his view. You sway your hips, side to side your body rolls erotically, your hands reaching out to the stars and you roam them carefully all over your body. Your eyes meet with his. He can see through your beautiful iris that your pupils dilate, he watches as the whites of your eyes turn dark.
Donghyuck can’t stop watching.
His eyes hypnotized by your dance.
He wants to reach out to you, to touch you, to kiss you.
Not knowing that you’re seducing him with just your dance, you pay him no mind when he crawls from the floor with his eyes intoxicated by lust.
It’s the same look Jaemin had when trying to resist you but failing. You pay the look no mind, as you’re just happy to have someone not be afraid of you. Of having someone not taking advantage of you.
Donghyuck, on his knees, wraps his arms around your waist breathing in your ethereal scent. Mark couldn’t make out what the smell was, but Donghyuck can.
You smell like home, and it makes him feel safe. Mark could smell it to. The only difference is that Mark smelt the scent of his mother. But he knew it wasn’t real as his mom passed years ago. This time, Donghyuck can smell the scent of being alive. And it feels like home. His ears are pierced in a way that he can almost hear sounds. He's frightened, but unlike his mind that's free and can move, his body is stuck in place. The fear crawling up his ears when he can suddenly... hear.
He can hear your voice. You're singing. But instead of your siren voice crushing him and rushing him to his death, his entranced and longs for you.
It calms him. You're soft, and kind. Your gentle touch is reassuring him that even though he isn't dead, he is still with you. You take care of him. And you love him.
"What's your name?" You ask in a soft crystal quiet voice.
Donghyuck doesn't know where he gets his voice from, but when he speaks it's as though the weight of being deaf for so long gets off his chest. “D-d-Donghyuck.” He can speak.... now. You tell him your name in return. The sound of your voice, soft like a spring breeze at night, fills him with warmth.
You say his name back. It's beautiful, and the sound is like music to him.
"H-hello," he says. He tries to smile, but his face hurts. He just spoke. He spoke and his voice came out.
“Come with me,” You whisper as you look down at his handsome face. “Come with me to the lake,”
“You’ll kill me.” Donghyuck’s voice fades as his mind snaps out of the trance. You killed his friend. You killed Mark.
“I won’t kill you,” You shake your head. “You’re precious to me. You’re my precious.”
You allow your hands to slide down his hair feeling his lips suddenly kiss the navel of your belly. You allow him to do as he pleases, his lips tracing kisses down your stomach. You roll your head around loving his subtle touches on your body.
Your skin feels tingly and your heart skips every time his fingers graze the spot where the water would hit you. It’s a nice feeling and you wish more than anything for it to never end. You want Donghyuck to keep touching you even if it makes you feel weird.
But then Donghyuck pulls back and looks up into your eyes that are clouded with longing. There’s a glint of something else, something dark and dangerous. When you arch your back to meet his face...His tongue swipes at your lower lip teasingly, asking if you will open up for him.
You smile at him, “Of course I will."
Your hand cups his face, thumb caressing the curve of his cheek. You lean forward and meet him halfway, lips pressing together. A groan leaves his mouth and a low moan erupts from yours. You tilt your head and suck lightly on his bottom lip making him pull harder. He breaks away first, panting slightly.
You laugh giddy, enjoying the feel of his lips that peck yours. He nuzzles his nose against yours. It's been a while since you've last kissed someone- anyone. So to have him on his knees with your lips on him, you can't help but sink over his lap and straddle him as you go on. The feeling of his skin against yours made you moan into his mouth. He tastes like a mix of salt and mint, you don't know which flavor is stronger. And yet somehow it's still a sweet one to you. You don't think twice when you grind your pelvis against his hardening member.
He's not even thinking- and he's under your full control as he tilts his head to the side and moans lowly. It drives you wild, but also satisfies your need for dominance because you're always the boss. You bite his ear and tug harshly on his hair before biting his neck. Donghyuck shudders, a groan escaping his mouth as you bite down again and again on his neck. Although Donghyuck isn't in control of his body, his mind tries to snap him out of the trance you've placed upon him.
He needs to get out of here. He needs to go now. But how?
It's tough to escape especially since you're kissing him without delay and sliding on his body. He's not in control of his body, but he is aware of his clogged senses. He tries to break free- and every time he gives into what you want, he gains a part of control over his body again. From the way you’re kissing him, he figures that you want to have intercourse with him.
Snapping out of it, Donghyuck pulls his hand away from your form when a cut gets into him. He looks into his red palm noticing all the pieces of glitter and diamonds all on his hands. He glances up once at you, and your body is still rolling hypnotically.
With reluctant legs Donghyuck moves close to you placing his hand on your side. Wanting to touch you. You jump, but it’s so enticing to him when he pulls out a diamond dime from your skin. You giggle and flow with your easy moves around his body. He takes his time tracing every inch of your skin. His fingers glide over yours and your face as if trying to memorize the feel of it. You giggle more at how much he cares about each spot on your body. Your lips curl in pleasure under your breath because of his care.
Donghyuck’s ears are all so new to the sound, yet when you depart further from him... his ears get blocked and the sound of life fades from his ears. When you’re not there, he can’t hear.
His body trembles. He wants to hear. He wants to hear the forest and your voice. He wants to hear. And he misses the feel of hearing when the numbness of nothing plays in his ears. So he follows you. Hoping to hear again.
You dive straight into the water, causing the shimmering glitters of your body to illuminate in the water. Without thinking, Donghyuck also dives in.
You swim and swim. Donghyuck follows with his mediocrity swimming.
But unlike his non siren body, he’s unable to swim for a long time. None the less, he’s drenched in water when he seeks to get out the water. He holds onto a rock and climbs out of the water. He’s surprised that you've somehow led him to a cliff waterfall....when seeing that you’re now going up a water fall his eyes are open wide. He can't keep up with you. He looks to the bricked and stony pattern on the wall that also goes up the waterfall.
He resorts to trying to climb it, trying to follow you.
He can’t hear the sounds of the water anymore and it scares him.
The silence which he has feared for so long has returned. Not liking the silence he makes it his mission to follow you.
However when he gets to the top of the water fall edge, he's out of breathe, his senses shoot into him. Was he being controlled to follow you up the mountain or did he follow you himself? Whatever the answer is, he doesn’t care as he sees you sitting on the edge of the water fall.
“Jump in with me,”
He can’t hear you, but he sees your lips moving and he desires to hear again. So he follows you, but at the rate of trying to get his foot on the water, it’s slippery and almost sweeps his feet away. He’ll die if he follows you. So he shakes his head and signals with his hand for you to come to the bricked edge of where he is.
Obediently, you dive in the water and swim to him. Once you’re out the water and parched on the rock with him, you dive in straight for his lips and kiss him in pure happiness and bliss. His hands find their way to your face as he kisses back just as intensely and he feels like he could do this all night-
And just for a split second- he hears his thoughts shouting at him. 'You're under a spell! Don’t let her kill you the way she killed Mark!'
But too deep in the trance to care, he continues kissing you. The spell is breaking though, as his mind snaps back into focus as soon as he realizes that he's not feeling himself or his senses. He's desiring something that wasn't his in the first place.
He's never been able to hear, and he doesn't want to be tricked into hearing- otherwise you'll kill him. Besides it looks already like you're trying to kill him.
With your subtle hints for him to jump or get in the water with you- Donghyuck is no fool. He pulls away from you with a pained expression when your glittering diamond lips cut his own lip a little. You blink at him in confusion before he starts hyperventilating.
He needs to get out of here.
With his friends all dead, he needs to find a way out of this water, away from you. Away from his own thoughts. And he needs to hide. He doesn't know where he'd go, but as long as it's away from this cursed lake then he needed to go.
His thoughts twist for the worse when he realizes that the only way to escape from you...is to hurt you in order to give him time to escape.
Donghyuck tries to feel no remorse when he has a fatal idea in his head.
It only takes a second, but when he head buds your head- a rapid punch from him knocks you unconscious. He stumbles back, but shivers upon your unconscious body landing on him.
He doesn’t know what comes over him, but a feeling of greed enters him. A feeling of anger and hurt enter him. His hands aren’t soft at all when he grips onto your scales and begins to pull your riches off of your diamond skin. He can’t stop pulling, he can’t stop cutting the diamonds off your body. You don’t deserve this, but you do. Your blood is spilled on Donghyuck’s hands. You’ve tainted him. But he could care less. You've just killed his best friend and where trying to kill him.
He needs to escape.
Whenever he tosses out the pearls and beautiful ornaments off your body, he flushes them down in his own leather jacket pocket watching your body bleed out. He continues to rampage your body of all the jewels and dimes hoping that even if he does get off this creepy forest and perhaps the car ran out of petrol then he could at least get some petrol with the real diamonds from your body. Maybe even some food or even transfer all the jewels for money. He lived with Mark and Mark was the sole provider for all his needs- how would he pay for things if he had nothing on him?
So ho doesn't stop pulling the dimes of your body.
It’s not until all his pockets are full does he get up. And from the edge of the dark waterfall, with a bitter heart when thinking that you killed Mark, he pushes you off the edge and watches your body flow with the river water and sinks in.
The sight of your sinking body reminds him of Mark drowning in agony by your tunes.
Donghyuck begins his journey in trying to get out the water. Trying to find his way back. If he can at least get to the car that was abandoned for this trip, he knows he can get home and explain what he has just seen.
Nearly falling off the edge a couple of times, he manages to stay alive and hold carefully onto the trees for support.
He starts running. Running through the narrow path of trees, running through the heavy and rash bush. Surely Renjun wasn’t keeping to the map anymore, because there’s no trail here. Donghyuck doesn’t stop, but continues running. His heart beating fast.
“Why?”
He stops abruptly when he hears a light wail. He’s heart freezes when holding onto his ear. He turns his head around frantically like a mad man when the sounds of fireflies are heard bouncing into his ears.
His ears don’t sound blocked anymore.
He runs up the slope, trying not to get distracted by the odd cries he can suddenly hear. He runs in speed now, trying to get away from your voice. He knows it’s you because the same way he felt as though he was watched, he can feel it again, but this time he can smell you too. Remembering the path when seeing the cigarette bud that Mark was smoking- he thanks the heaven that he got a chance to escape.
However, he panics when he looks back and hears another wail.
It sounds close this time.
“Donghyuck why?” You cry out.
He can feel himself being lured as images flash in his head of your body, rejected and abandoned.
"Why don't you want to dance with me?"
Donghyuck isn’t aware of his body being pulled and dancing through the forest, nor does he sense his vision blacking out from time to time. But when he does sense that something is controlling him- he pulls his head back and slaps himself- breathing in fear. He shakes his head when looking around the dark forest.
No.
He’s back.
"Donghyuck why don't you want to stay with me?"
His ears pick up on the disturbing sounds again. Sounds of crying and he shakes his head trying to escape. But in escaping, he doesn’t get far.
"It's lonely down here."
To his surprise, he finds himself back where he ran away from.
The lake.
"Just stay with me."
Watching as his body leads him closer to the waters, he makes out your hunched bloody form, standing on the water. Although it’s dark, you stretch your hand out in sadness as a tear slips from your eye.
“Donghyuck~”
You whelp out and Donghyuck plunges into the water but screams out in agony. ”No!”
“How could you?” You cry out and a loud screech pours out of you. Donghyuck dives back in the water after attempting to escape again. With the forces of nature hearing your cry, they trap Donghyuck and feed into his ears your cry. “Come.”
You scream out in agony. Your heart letting out a broken and devastated cry.
As you allow your fingers to pull on him like a puppet- your heart breaks at the thought of drowning him. You don’t want to kill him, you’ve just met him and think you’ve fallen in love... you don’t want to hurt him. But you want to hurt him.
You want him to stay with you. "Come to me,"
So instead of killing him, you just make him dance.
He falls into the water again after attempting to escape. He blindly follows and scratches his ears in pain his throat hoarse from all the yelling. He can’t even see you anymore, as he gets dizzy when his arms frantically move up in controlled movements.
Your pain is seething out of you as you yell again and Donghyuck can’t take the bursting excruciating sounds of his ears popping by a high volume screech. Your dark ocean eyes feed into your pain as you control him and watch him dance to your tune. You can feel it. That his death should be more painful and bitter compared to the rest.
The problem is, it hurts your heart to watch him hurt. He’s your first love. The first man to not succumb to your voice. With that thought in mind, you grow angry and reach your hands out to him balling your fists and allowing his body to stay afloat on the water and not drown just yet.
You still want to see his face. You still want to see him.
Even though it’s hurting you and you’re crying, you can’t help but still make him dance.
“Come to me Donghyuck,” You speak. Despite his body sinking into the menacing waters you keep him up trying not to drown him yet.
You want him to suffer. Suffer for hurting you. But at the same time, you don’t want him to suffer.
After all, he had a choice.
He just chose the wrong one.
You fall to your knees above the water, having your way with him.
Donghyuck in an intense amount of pain watches the tears pour out from your bloody scarred face, your long white hair being drenched and coated in your blood where it was once beautiful. When Donghyuck makes out your sad face, you look broken and hurt.
Unlike the rest of your prey drowning instantly after hearing the sounds of your voice, you make Donghyuck die slowly. You don’t want him to die. You just wished he listened to your voice and stayed with you, and danced with you.
As he’s sinking and forced to drink and inhale the noise piercing water- he gags out- coming face to face with your deranged bloody form crying out to him. The sounds of your cry are worse then the sounds of your scream, as Donghyuck feels ounces of guilt flooding in him.
The moment you let out another weep of misery, Donghyuck stills and allows you to toy him in a brutal way. Your hands having full control with his body. He doesn’t fight you anymore, he doesn’t resist his fate, he blindly obeys and submerges himself into the depths of the ocean.
He was going to die anyway- so there was no use trying to fight.
You plop your head in the water screaming out and bursting at his ears until you’re sure that he’s dead, but he’s not dying yet (because you don’t want him to).
"Donghyuck."
Your teary eyes watch him sink slowly, with his arms out. He’s still swallowing the water and it hurts him so badly. He doesn’t know why he’s not dying, but he does know that the look you’re looking at him with is breaking your heart.
As a last way to repent he signs out.
I'm sorry
Maybe it was because of the misunderstanding, but Donghyuck knew that you wanted to stay with him and that you were lonely being alone. He understood it because it’s what he felt all the days of his life. No one to talk to, and the one he wants to talk to has friends. So Donghyuck can feel your pain, but at the same time, he knows that he didn’t belong with you. He didn’t feel attached to you, but he felt attached to your pain.
When your eyes are on his hands, you see them move in a pattern of the way he talks, but in anger you reject his apology and yell from the bottom of your heart bursting off his ears with your most deadliest of tunes.
His eyes shut, and once his body dims and disappears at the bottom of the water, you cry while sitting alone. He's dead. And it is because of you. The world would have been better if you just died instead of having to watch those you love die. You don't even deserve to live anymore, but you're cursed and there's nothing you can do. You think, as tears stream down your face.
From above the waters, you can feel that you're being watched. Watched from everyone you've killed.
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"Nonetheless, ease and peace had left this people still curiously tough. They were, if it came to it, difficult to daunt or to kill; and they were, perhaps, so unwearyingly fond of good things not least because they could, when put to it, do without them, and could survive rough handling by grief, foe, or weather in a way that astonished those who did not know them well and looked no further than their bellies and their well-fed faces. Though slow to quarrel, and for sport killing nothing that lived, they were doughty at bay, and at need could still handle arms. They shot well with the bow, for they were keen-eyed and sure at the mark. Not only with bows and arrows. If any Hobbit stooped for a stone, it was well to get quickly under cover, as all trespassing beasts knew well."
-J.R.R Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, Prologue 1. Concerning Hobbits pgs. 5-6
This paragraph fascinates me for a few reasons. Often in fiction, a long period of peace is often used for explaining why people are so slow to react to a rising threat. That prolonged prosperity dulled the senses and breeds complacency. Indeed, Frodo himself does express some exasperation and almost wishes for a dragon or some evil force to invade the Shire to shake the Hobbits out of their complacency.
Which to some level is true here. It's a known fact that Hobbits like to keep out of the affairs of the "big people". Yet at the same time, even if they want to keep themselves isolated, it doesn't mean the world won't march into the Farthings regardless of what they want. After all, there wasn't a whole lot stopping the Nazgul or Saruman from entering their borders.
Yet at the same time, the paragraph does illustrate that just because Hobbits have grown accustomed to peace, doesn't mean they're pushovers. Consider Bandobras "Bullroarer" Took and the Battle of the Green Fields. When a goblin warband led by Golfimbel descended from the Misty Mountains and broke through the Dunedain's encirclement to invade the Shire, Bullroarer charged straight at the goblin ranks. He then proceeded to knock Golfimbel's head off and shatter the morale of the warband.
The story was repeated in the Battle of Bywater when Saruman decided to set up a criminal ring in the Shire after his defeat at the hands of the Ents. Long story short, once Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin returned, the Hobbits proceeded to raise up a sizeable force and effectively kicked Saruman out of the Shire. Mind you, Saruman used to be the greatest wizard in Middle-Earth, and the Hobbits led to his final defeat. That's two accounts of invasions of the Shire going badly for the invaders.
And that's not even getting into the adventures that Bilbo, Frodo, and his friends got into during the events of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings respectively. Bilbo was able to save the asses of Thorin's Company multiple times, discovered Smaug's weakpoint and indirectly relayed that to Bard via the Thrush, and risked life and limb to forestall a battle between the Dwarves, Men, and Elves till Bolg showed up. Frodo and Sam were ultimately able to destroy the One Ring, while Merry and Pippin were able to rouse the Ents into attacking Isengard. That's not even counting Merry being partially responsible for the death of the infamous Witch King.
So even though the Hobbits were accustomed to peace, they weren't complacent enough to be pushovers when presented with a threat. Personally, I think part of the reason this is so is because the Hobbits never forgot the basic necessities of a good life: a comfortable home, friends, family, and basically everything needed to live simply. They never indulged too much in luxury to become lax like Smaug, nor constantly scheming to take more power like Sauron or Saruman. They were happy with living simple on the farm.
It turns out, that's what gave them their edge. They were down to earth, so they had a good sense of morality thanks to living humble lives. Safeguarding their farms from wild animals meant that some Hobbits could recognize a threat when they realized it. And their sense of community and friendship got them through some of their hardest trials, like when Frodo almost succumbed to the Ring and Sam never gave up on him. Their sense of community and toughing it out through the hardest times such as during the Long Winter when Gandalf began to really warm up to the Hobbits, seeing the value and courage in them.
So while they're not the flashiest or most "badass" of Middle-Earth's free peoples, the Hobbits are some of the hardiest and "purest" races. And how ironically, peace never dulled their senses but served to toughen them up for the dark times ahead.
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Is Solas a Villain?
Spoilers for Dragon Age Inquisition and Trespasser DLC. Maybe DAO and DA2 too.
So is he a villain?
Nope!
That's not me being a Solas apologist.
That's me being a pedantic AF writer/editor/word and literary nerd.
Solas, no matter how players feel about him, is an anti-hero.
Firstly, what is an anti-hero?
1. A character who is a hero to some, a villain to others.
Solas was a hero to the ancient enslaved elves, even if he did end up basically destroying the world. If he does what I suspect, he'll also end up a hero to the current generation of enslaved elves, too. He's mentioned he has spies, many, indicating that many people, even good people, serve him. Because they think of him as a hero.
2. A character whose existence offers a critique of social morals and reality.
Can you think of any other character in DA:I who calls attention to the problems of the status quo more than Solas? I mean, truly pointing out the uncomfortable truth?
This convo w/Dorian sort of illustrates that point.
Dorian: Solas, for what it's worth, I'm sorry.
Dorian: The elven city of Arlathan sounds like a magical place, and for my ancestors to have destroyed it...
Solas: Dorian... hush.
Solas: Empires rise and fall. Arlathan was no more "innocent" than your own Tevinter in its time.
Solas: Your nostalgia for the ancient elves, however romanticized, is pointless.
Solas: If you wish to make amends for past transgressions, free the slaves of all races who live in Tevinter today.
Dorian: I... don't know that I can do that.
Solas: Then how sorry are you?
3. A character who is the focal point of conflict in a story.
Rather a no-brainer on this one. I truly think the actual villain/s of DA:D won't end up being Solas. I think, as he was in DA:I, he's a massive distraction. A misdirection of attention.
4. A character who is particularly engaged in the conflict, typically on their own will, rather than for a specific call for the greater good. As such, the anti-hero focuses on their objective first, and everything else is secondary.
Solas, if Romanced, gives up his heart's desire, the Inquisitor, the only person that has ever drawn his attention from the fade, for his goal, even though you can see how much it destroys him to do it.
His heart, hers, his friends... NOTHING can get in the way of the goal. And it's a goal he's taken on of his own will. He's taking the responsibility of fixing his fuck up because he fucked it up. (He's foolish because if he'd just stop and think for a second, he'd realize he's really bad at fixing things.)
5. An Anti-hero is still operating for what they think is the greater good. Solas truly believes that fixing what he broke is for the greater good of Thedas. Not just his own people, (that's an enjoyable side benefit XD) but Thedas itself. Because it was never meant to have the veil in the first place. (We'll just brush that whole evil self-absorbed mage-gods being set free at the same time under the carpet? Because he has "plans". Solas, Solas, just stop and think for a minute!)
6. They tend to be flawed heroes in the sense that they do wrong things/screw up/cause harm.
Welp. That's pretty much a dictionary definition of Solas, isn't it?
So how is that actually different from a villain?
A villain is a malicious, often cruelly malicious character, who is involved in or devoted to wickedness or crime or hurting others for their own sake. One who contributes evil agency (motivation) to the plot.
The literary purpose of a villain is to stand opposite the hero to help the plot move forward.
In contrast with the hero (which is defined by ingenuity, bravery, pursuit of justice and the greater good), a villain is most often defined by their acts of selfishness, evilness, arrogance, and or cruelty. They are often cunning and display unilaterally agreed upon immorality that can pervert or oppose justice.
In short, an anti-hero is a character who does too much good to be truly bad, and too much bad to truly be considered good.
Solas, as a character, gives unflinchingly of himself to the Inquisition. He gave them his home, if you believe Skyhold is actually his.
He gives of his blood and flesh in battles.
He gives his knowledge.
If Romanced, he gives his heart to a mortal inquisitor.
And he's willing to give whatever is left of his heart, his soul, and very possibly his life to fix what he broke.
Sorry, Solas haters, he's just not the villain you want him to be.
And that's what makes him so bloody fascinating!
Humanity loves our anti-heroes.
Did you know the term anti-hero was used as early as 1714, but that the character archetype has been used by Homer (Theristes), in Ancient Greek drama (Medea), in Roman mythology (Hercules), and in a lot of Renaissance literature (Don Quixote)?
At some point, the existence of an anti-hero character eventually became an established form of social criticism. Which Solas is very good at.
Other examples of anti-heroes most folks will likely recognize
Wade Wilson/Deadpool
Huckleberry Finn
Lou Bloom/Nightcrawler
Bruce Wayne/Batman
Mad Max
Captain Jack Sparrow
Lisbeth Salander (Girl w/dragon tattoo)
Han Solo
Pinnochio
James Bond
Lestat de Lioncourt (Interview w/a Vampire)
Geralt of Rivia (Witcher)
Tyrion Lannister (Game of Thrones)
Dexter Morgan (Dexter)
Indiana Jones
John Rambo
T-800 (The Terminator)
John McClane (Die Hard)
The Beast (Beauty & the Beast)
Tyler Durden (Fight Club)
Magneto (X-Men)
Logan/Wolverine (X-Men)
Riddick
Shrek
Stitch (Lilo & Stitch)
Harley Quinn
Hellboy
John Constantine
Frank Castle (The Punisher)
V (V for Vendetta)
Tony Stark/Iron Man
Sherlock Holmes
Judge Dredd
John Wick
Maleficent
Venom
Angel & Spike (Buffy)
Dean & Sam Winchester (Supernatural)
Oliver Queen/Green Arrow
The Mandalorian/Din Djarin
Wednesday Addams
I'll stop there, because the list could probably go on for a looong time (as if it hasn't already? 😅)
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