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jojikawa · 2 months

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙞𝙤: 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙄𝙩 𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙏𝙤 𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙚? | 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙉𝙞𝙣𝙚

WICKED EYES

🦋 — Read all the previous parts!

🩸— This is a dark romance with descriptions of violence, gore, racism, sexism, and NSFW themes. The reader is black in this AU but this story can be enjoyed by all walks of life. This chapter contains manipulation. (no smut, no gore)

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“(y/n), tell me, what does it mean to live?”

You froze in the middle of your actions. “Dio, what are you talking about?” You furrowed your eyes with concern. He didn’t exactly adorn his typical cunning look, but instead, more sullen. His thumb rubbed your inner waist tenderly as he held you.

It had been an indeterminate amount of time since your lustful night with Dio. Being held captive here with a stand user warping the mansion to prevent your escape made you lose track of time. You had gotten Dio to soften up by offering your body to him from time to time. But sometimes, your body isn't enough. To him, you weren’t just a body; a means to an end for his sexual gratification. You were a person, with a mind, and he wanted to know your thoughts. Your personality and intelligence are why he’s chased after you for so long. After all, his goal was to make you more like him. Today, he humbly requested that you sit on his lap and feed him desserts in an attempt to bond with you. It was him trying to follow Pucci’s advice for being a good husband but failing to make any sacrifices on his own part.

“You’ve walked free for 100 years. I want you to tell me what it means to live.” He reiterated. “I asked Enyaba but her answer was worthless to me.” You raised an eyebrow at his choice of words. “Worthless?” You stuck the fork you had been using to feed Dio into the slice of cake you were sharing. A sigh left your lips. “Why didn’t you like her answer?” You tilted your head. Dio rested his head in his other palm. “Because, how would an old hag like her know what it means to live? I could just ask the undying beauty in front of me.” You expected his mouth to curl into a sly grin as usual. You expected his eyes to narrow at you like you were a piece of meat but—he didn’t.

Dio’s face was somewhat neutral as if he were trying to think. It was almost—cute. Perhaps, you should try to humor him…for once.

“To live is to be happy. To be free.” You told him, somewhat thinking of yourself. You were trapped and hopefully, he’d get the message.

His nose crinkled up upon hearing your words. You feared he didn’t like your answer either. What was he expecting? You gave context, hoping that it would make him feel a bit better since he wasn’t exactly getting what you meant.

“While I was by myself, I did things that made me happy. New things that I didn’t even know I could be good at. Like singing.” You smiled softly, thinking back to your days when you’d go by many different identities to keep making new music.

“Singing? How boring.” Your husband rolled his eyes and shifted his weight in his chair so that he was now looking away from you. Your smile faded and you furrowed your eyebrows at him. “What’s boring is being trapped in a coffin for 100 years at the bottom of the sea!”

“Well, Darling, I didn’t have a choice. You did and you chose to entertain others. I want to hear more about your gluttonous adventures.” Dio began to smirk. He seemed to only be interested in what he liked and not what you liked. It sort of made you sad causing your neutral mouth into a frown. Your relationship was always just you trying to appease him and then he helps himself to whatever he wants, whether it be other women when you deny him, your attention, or your body when you’d finally give in.

“They weren’t ‘gluttonous adventures’ okay? I just can’t control myself sometimes—it seems.” Your gaze shifted to the ground. You were somewhat ashamed of your behavior. The more you tried to stop yourself from being a monster, the stronger that monster became. You heard Dio ‘hmph!’ next to you. “Well, for starters, you can stop starving yourself and feed freely.” His eyes returned to you before he instinctively got angry.

“And if you didn’t know, you can always feed like this…” He raised his hand to your neck. His large hand wrapped around your dainty throat. His claws entered your skin but it didn’t hurt. “…so when it comes to feasting on those beneath me, use your hands and reserve your lips for me.”

“You’re certainly one to demand exclusivity while you go around and impregnate other women.” You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress the newfound anger any time you thought of his unfaithfulness. Dio’s smirk returned to his handsome face. “Should I have punished you some other way? I would’ve taken your womb by force but…I already have it.” He chuckled darkly. He waited with anticipation of his first child with you. It would be just one of many and they would grow up to rule the world, just like him. He just hoped that they wouldn’t take after their stubborn mother. The last thing he needed were lions that had soft hearts like sheep.

“And you’re oddly proud of taking away my autonomy.” Your eyebrows knitted together in frustration. You still didn’t like the language he used when talking to you…but that wasn’t a "you" problem. It was a Dio problem.

You had begun to lift yourself off of him only to be pulled back down. He secured his hand around your waist even further. “Oh, don’t you even think of leaving me yet.”

Dio leaned close. So close that his nose brushed yours. A smirk was plastered on his face and, for a moment, it seemed like he was about to kiss you…and you could tell he wanted to. His eyes were set on your plush lips that were already chapped from his excessive urge to press his lips to yours.

For a moment, it did seem like he’d kiss you until he pulled away. His eyes grew cold and he seemed annoyed that he needed to rip them away from your beauty. He looked around the room as if he heard something.

Enyaba suddenly entered the room. She mentioned something cryptic to Dio. Something about training the power of his stand. What power? The only thing you could call back to was your repeating actions the day you tried to leave him again.

His anger melted away before he released you. “I’ll come find you again.” He said as you got up from his lap. You wanted to ask what exactly he’d be gone for but you knew he wouldn’t answer you. The only way to find out would be to pry the information out of a servant..or use your stand on them.

You flashed him a charming smile. A smile that caused him to blush.

“Okay. I’ll be here waiting for you.”

Oh. So that’s what it meant to live.

Your smile. Your approval. Your happiness.

Your attention. Your body. Your mind. Your soul.

Your…everything.

Your motherly instincts made you check on Petshop. The sweet bird was just as loving as ever. Although you loved him, you couldn’t help but wonder why Dio chose a bird and not something like a cat or…dog. It felt as though he was mocking you—almost. You felt like a small bird in a cage of bones. A trap with no return. But Dio’s gift to you was a large bird. One that was free and could fly wherever it wanted. It would go out every day but return back to you with free will. Just thinking about it made your eyes fill with tears.

But before you could cry…you noticed something particular about Petshop. On his talons were…ice shards? At first, it didn’t mean anything but then you remember that you were in the middle of Egypt. It was much too hot for ice to last, let alone form at all. The bird allowed you to remove them but you’d surely bring this up to Dio later. You couldn’t help but feel like he was keeping things from you. Pet shop was beautiful but you couldn’t help but wonder where he came from. It was also clear that Petshop wasn’t an ordinary bird. He was somewhat larger than any bird you’d ever seen and despite being gentle with you, it looked ferocious. It had to be a while animal…

It was enough faking your happiness. What you really wanted was to find out how Joseph and his grandson were doing. Judging by the obvious, the boys must be successfully defeating Dio’s minions. The only other people who were close to you and Dio in the mansion were Enyaba and Pucci. In reality, he was more of a “friend” to Dio than to you but he often extended his kindness to you as well. You didn’t have any friends here. Dio’s minions “worshipped” you but the person who ultimately listened to was Dio. Any one of them would turn on you at the drop of a hat.

Some time had passed when you were with Petshop. You were mesmerized by your stand. She was so beautiful and although she looked like a humanoid creature, it felt the same as looking in a mirror when you saw her. You wished that you could fully understand her power. Enyaba refused to help you by orders of Dio and he had isolated you so much that you didn’t get to exercise your power at all.

That was until…

“Lady (y/n)…?”

An unknown person has entered Dio’s private study. Petshop’s relaxed body was not at attention, ready to attack anyone who dared come to hurt his owner.

“Yes?”

You were lying down in Dio’s oversized armchair by yourself when they had come in. You sat up, unable to make out the figure in the darkness. The voice and build let you know that it was a man but it wasn’t anyone you had recognized. As the man got closer, he gasped upon seeing you.

“You’re just as beautiful as Lord Dio described.”

Your eyebrows knitted together. “Who are you?” You questioned, seeing the person who came from the dark. It was a tall man with white skin. He was paler than Dio and he had brown hair. His outfit consisted of a purple jacket and leotard decorated with a similar heart motif that your husband’s new yellow clothes adorned. The ones that Enyaba had just begun tailoring for him.

“Please, my lady, call me Vanilla Ice.” The odd man got on his knees, clasping his hands together as if he were begging for mercy. “Lord Dio has assigned me to be your personal servant from now on.”

Your eyebrows raised. “My personal servant?”

Petshop observed your body language before going back to rest. It seems Vanilla Ice wasn’t a threat.

“Why would Dio send you now? I don’t need to be served.” You crossed your arms. Somehow, you felt less sympathy the more often you saw Dio’s minions. Perhaps, you were jaded from knowing Dio all your life because you couldn’t understand how he was able to charm so many when he was barely charming in your opinion.

“I’m sorry, my lady, but Lord Dio insisted. I am not allowed to let you out of my sight.”

Your eyebrows knitted together. “Out of your sight? For what purpose?” You crossed your arms. “Explain yourself.”

Vanilla Ice began to sweat. You could see the droplets forming on his forehead. “M-My Lord has told me that I shouldn’t burden you with such details…”

“What? I just spoke to him. Take me to where he is right now.” You commanded, making the servant’s expression worsen. “But—” The man took a step closer to you.

“Now.”

“Lord Dio doesn’t believe you should leave this room anymore. He’s told me that you may be jeopardizing his future plans.”

He was trying to lock you away again, huh? Well, you wouldn’t allow that. Especially not in this hot Egyptian Heat.

“I don’t care! Take me to him right now or I’ll find him myself.” Just as you finished speaking, you felt a sense of regret. You didn’t know this man. Perhaps, you shouldn’t have yelled at him…but what is done is done.

Unbeknownst to you, Dio was only just training to harness the power of his stand, but he was taking time to create insurance for you and himself, solidifying the chances of his return. He knew you didn’t approve of his relationship with Pucci. You’d never stop pestering him about it and he didn’t want to risk your stand undoing any progress he’s made in grooming the boy into doing exactly what he wants.

Vanilla Ice couldn’t help but get antsy. He felt as though failing Dio’s orders would get him on his bad side.

Upon taking you to Dio, you saw that this room was much darker than most. Enyaba was there as well. If you were being honest, you began to dislike her. She filled Dio’s head with disgusting thoughts of plot and murder. You felt as though any progress you made in your relationship with him was undone by her. It made you want to kill her. That feeble old woman.

“Oh? And what is this?” Dio’s voice held an innocuous tone. He didn’t see upset that Vanilla Ice couldn’t so easily contain you. Around his hands were purple vines with thorns. They looked slightly out of place as if they weren’t real. At least, you hoped that your husband wasn’t actually sprouting vines from his forearms. “I am NOT letting you lock me up again.” You hissed as you pushed your way into the room, disregarding anyone who may be watching. No matter how angry you’d get, Dio hardly saw you as a threat. He could even admit that he enjoyed it when you clashed with him. The thought of a pretty rose poking him with thorns kept him on his toes. No matter what, you fueled his love for you and his ego.

Perhaps, Ice was the wrong person for the job.

“That’s fine. I won’t lock you away.” Dio manipulated his voice to sound inviting. Maybe he made a mistake. The two of you were doing so well together. The vibes that surrounded his hands and forearms grew and they subtly made their way over to you. Instinctively, you took a step back, not yet familiar with the variety of stand powers due to Dio’s constant sheltering of you and withholding secrets.

You backed into the chest of a large man. He held you by your shoulders, not allowing you to escape. The vines wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you closer to Dio.

You weren’t able to resist the sensation filling your body right now. It was from the vines. You reached down to try to remove them but that only made them hug your waist tighter. A smug look covered Dio’s visage. He waited until your bodies were only inches away before he spoke.

“What is your stand power? As my wife, you must answer and you must do it truthfully.” His hands settled on either side of your waist as the ethereal plants layered themselves around you.

You had no idea what Dio was referring to…

You didn’t know what your stand did. You just talked to people and things happened.

Dio’s eyebrows knitted together slightly at your hesitation. He opened his mouth to speak but you finally spoke first.

“Mother’s Mercy can cause its targets to make better decisions.”

The man raised an eyebrow. His fingers squeezed slightly before pulling you a bit more forward. “What else? Is that it?” He asked you. Well, more so, he asked Hermit Purple. The stand was forcing you to give information. “Better decisions?” He repeated. In a fit of frustration, he let you go. He stepped away from you and his face became one of disgust. “How worthless.”

A stand is a manifestation of the soul. You were his Queen, his Goddess who would rule alongside him. So, why has the universe granted you such a gentle stand?

“Enyaba, can I shoot her again? Would that give her a more ruthless power?”

The old woman shook her head. “Shooting the arrow again would not have any chance of improving her granted abilities and it could disrupt the pregnancy.” She grumbled, pointing her walking stick at your belly. It was protruding a little bit. Weeks have passed since you got pregnant and now you are beginning to show.

“No, Dio, please. Not again.” Your voice was quiet as a mouse and you shook your head, recalling the pain you were in when you were first shot with the stand arrow. It felt like you had been boiled alive. The sensations were unnatural. Even with your vampire augmentation, you were unable to resist its torture.

“What good is a stand that makes my associates join my enemy? I should just lock you up and be done with it.” He began to pace around the room. “Show her out.”

You felt Vanilla Ice tug on you but you didn’t budge. Snatching your shoulder away from him, you stepped towards your husband. “I am not going back to that room. I’m not staying locked up. I want you to stop this and call off your henchman from attacking Joseph and his grandson.”

Dio didn’t turn to address you. “And why would I do that?”

“Because, they didn’t do anything to you, Dio.” Your furrowed your eyebrows. A “tsk” sound left his mouth once you said that.

“Do you know what Jonathan did to me…?” His tone shifted. He sounded hurt but angered as well. Dio strode over to you and grabbed your delicate hand with force. He raised it to his neck and your fingertips tips grazed the scarred issue that kept his severed head on that stolen body. “He did this. On the night of our wedding.”

“What was supposed to be the most special night of my life that I waited years for…” He let go of your hand and you let it fall to your side. You couldn’t tell if he was being vulnerable or arrogant but it seemed personal.

While Dio might've felt like you were the only woman to ever understand him, the reality was that you didn’t. You were just able to adapt well to his unstable personality. Perhaps, that’s why he clung to you like this. Maybe, he knew and simply didn’t care if the two of you understood each other. Maybe…all that matters to him is that he could be himself and you couldn’t run away.

“So, you’re going to kill a random child because you feuded with Jonathan?” Your thumb ran over the tip of your index and ring finger.

Already, you memorized the feeling of his scars. You barely touched them. You never wanted to even though it was clear Dio yearned for it. He was too prideful to beg for it too. You didn’t want to acknowledge the confusing reality that you could be having the child of Jonathan. It made your heart want to burst. It made you want to disappear.

“Jotaro Kujo isn’t a random child. I want to destroy what’s left of the Joestars…” He made Hermit Purple appear again. “And if my minions can’t dispose of him then what better way than to do it with Jonathan’s body?”

The stand snaked up your arm and you could feel its imaginary thorns sinking into your skin. “And if you love me, you’d understand. Do you love your God?”

The same sensation from before took control of your body. So many things ran through your head but you couldn’t form any speech. “E-Erm…” you purse your lips but soon find yourself unable to make eye contact with Dio. His face became increasingly more alert. His pupils retracted as his eyes widened.

Hermit Purple vanished. You couldn’t answer even while being forced to talk.

“Get her out of my sight and take her back to her room. If she resists, use force.”

hey. thx for the wait.

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molly-knew-things · 1 year

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The Real Heartbreak of Beauregard Lionett

(CW: Mentions of Childhood Abuse & Gaslighting)

So, I think you can tell from the content warning what I'm about today.

I hate talking about the sad shit because the Critter Community is one of the funniest, loveliest communities that I consider myself a part of.

But, I made the mistake of going into the YouTube comments section on a particular compilation of Beau moments. So, I thought I'd scream into a megaphone at my followers and mutuals about how upset I am.

Going under the cut so you're not seeing anything you're not feeling!

Take care of yourselves, Critters, and don't forget to love each other!

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I've seen too many comments in this comment section trying to excuse Thoreau's behaviour. Trying to justify that Beau being "sent" to the Cobalt Soul was the best thing for her.

I just want to make something real clear...

SHE WAS FUCKING KIDNAPPED

AND HER FATHER PAID MONEY TO MAKE IT HAPPEN.

This wasn't a child acting out, who was just getting sent to a military school.

Thoreau had Beau's entire childhood to try and be a good father. He had her locked up in that house for god knows how long, he could have fucking tried.

But did he? No. The second he found out his wife was pregnant, he arranged for his young adult daughter - who was hurt and hurting, and making all the wrong decisions because of it - to be fucking abducted.

A man so obsessed with keeping what "belongs to him," ramped up to 100 with the excuse of superstition to back it,

(I know that this was his side of the bargain to the Hag, even thought he didn't know it. I acknowledge that, but that's besides the point.)

that he locked his family away and forced so many unfair expectations and restrictions on his child with none of the love and care that a child needs to thrive because she wasn't the 'young beau' he was expecting from his deal.

And people are in this comment section, in this fucking community, trying to justify his bullshit.

Matthew Mercer, the man that brought this fucker to life, has gone on record to describe his behaviours as toxic and to call him one of the 'grossest' characters he's ever portrayed.

And his lines...

And I've not—I've not been the pinnacle of a father, in the same way that you've not been the pinnacle of a daughter. I accept my responsibilities in the things that I've maybe been a bit harsh on. But look what you've become.

I regret choices I've made, and you don't think I don't hold myself responsible for…? I thought I was doing what was best for you, truly.

Textbook gaslighting.

He deflects.

Taking credit for accomplishments made by his victim.

Empty promises of self-reflection.

I won't be discussing the gaslighting further because I'm hardly an authority, and a cursory google search won't change that. But what from what I've heard of gaslighters, he fits the damn bill.

All this to say, please people, please stop trying to justify a terrible father's harmful actions toward his daughter. Paying to have the Cobalt Soul kidnap her isn't the problem. The problem is that it's just the fucked up cherry on top of an entire childhood of poor treatment.

Pain doesn't make people, it's love that makes people. The pain is inconsequential. It's love that saves them. ~ Caduceus Clay, Dinner with the Devil (2x110) from 3:22:25 through 3:23:11.

Now, go hug a loved one and do something that makes you happy to detox after this long, hard rant of mine.

Have the day you deserve. Don't forget to love each other.

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barovianchickenandwaffles · 10 months

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Barovian Tales: Elven Knights and Summer Misery

So, there I was one quiet Tuesday, wondering if business would pick up when I got a letter.

Usually such letters are bills, notice of collections, lawsuits, or (gulp) a summons to Castle Ravenloft. But this was different. It was a letter from the Dusk Elves of Vallaki.

Dear “Uncle” Oleksii,

We hope this letter finds you well, and that business is good. (Ha, if they only knew) We request your presence at our community as soon as possible. Please cookingware and ingredients, and be prepared for some cooking.

We believe you will find this worth your time.

Warm regards,

Tharivol Moonglow

Huh. Now that’s something. Elves, for some reason, tend not to like my cuisine no matter how much lard I bake into it. They prefer “healthier food” with “more vegetables”.

Further, my short-lived business venture in Sithicus went down in flames (literally) when Elven rebels there rose up in revolt.

So, why now?

Well, a business opportunity is a business opportunity. I packed my gear and set out.

The trip to Vallaki was miserable and creepy.

First, that weird, faceless creature that haunts the outskirts of the village, and sings in a warbly voice, followed me silently for an hour outside town. Shudder.

Then, the old hags selling dream pies had a lemonade stand by the road. I knew better than to consume their wares, but then they insisted I listen to their business presentation. They wanted to sell me membership in a “Vacation Club” with time-allocated property in Kartakas. No thank you. I may have a 4th grade education but I ain’t that dumb.

Thankfully, I didn’t even have to go into Vallaki proper, just the outskirts. Too many bad memories after my betrothed was eaten by an enormous frog monster there.

I pulled my donkey wagon to the elf village just south. It’s about the closest thing to a lovely spot in Barovia (which is saying a lot) and it’s a shame I don’t come more often.

As I approached a tall, thin elf was waiting for me. This must be Tharivol Moonglow.

“Greetings Master Oleksii, and welcome,” he said in a falsetto voice, “please leave your cart here and follow me up the hill.”

I did as requested and we strode up toward the center of the village. “Your timing was impeccable.”

“Oh?” I said, suddenly getting a bad feeling.

There I saw the elf houses arranged in a ring around a common grounds in the middle. At the grounds were two sets of tables, and a makeshift hearth for cooking.

And there, smiling at me smugly was none other than Vlad, owner of Barovian Wieners and Pancakes, my rival.

“Hello Oleksii,” he said.

“Hello Vlad,” I grumbled.

“And hello to both you losers,” said a voice that sent chills down my spine.

I turned and saw him: Rahadin, the right-hand of the Devil Strahd.

“Look if this is about that kickback I sent you last week, I had no idea those coins were slugs. Honest.”

Rahadin chuckled, “we’ll discuss that later,” he said.

I couldn’t hear half of what he said over the creepy aura of screaming voices around him, but as far as I could figure, Rahadin invited us both for a cook-off. Elves don’t usually eat fried chicken, wieners, or hotcakes. Instead, we’d be asked to cook three dishes based on a random selection of ingredients, and the Dusk Elves would be the judges. The winner would have a charter, signed by Strahd himself, to open a shop in Vallaki. Not bad for business.

The ingredients were:

An assortment of vegetables from the Elves

Wheat flour

Salt

Eggs

Spice from some faraway land that smelled of curry.

Dried noodles from another land

Finally, a slab of 100% all-Barovian “mystery meat”

We were given 1 hour to come up with three dishes.

“May the best chef win… me,” taunted Vlad.

“If it turns out anything like your food, I’ll be in Vallaki in no time,” I shot back.

“Yeah, well, in your dreams Oleksii.”

Nice comeback, Vlad.

I stood at my grill and noticed a large glass vial with some kind of oily fluid in it with the words “Vegetable” and “Oil”.

I yelled over to the judges, “is this some kind of joke? Vegetable … oil?”

You haven’t seen a facepalm until you’ve seen an elven facepalm. Better yet, an entire panel of them.

It was a fast, intense hour. I poured my heart and, er, “soul” into my cooking, using my years of experience. My Babusya would have been slightly proud of me. She might have even nodded in acknowledgement.

When at last time was up, we stepped back and offered our dishes to the judges. Vlad was first. He presented some dishes I hadn’t seen before and I was bewildered. Where did he learn to cook such things. The judges chewed thoughtfully, but it was hard to read their faces.

Next was my turn. I lifted the cover on my dishes and was greeted by a gasp from the judges.

“You cooked … waffles … and fried chicken?” inquired Rahadin. To be honest, all I heard was:

(Scream, mumbles) cooked (more screams and mumbles) fried (screams)?”

“Yes?”

“Out of all the ingredients?” said a similarly stunned Tharivol.

“Um, yeah, wasn’t that I was supposed to do?”

I made cabbage waffles with deep-fried mystery meat, dried curry noddle waffles with fried mystery meat, and deep fried turnip waffles with fried mystery meat.

I know, like, 2 recipes only.

Three days later I was back in Barovia without a charter. I got bonus points for somehow converting dried noodles into waffles, but otherwise no win.

Further I managed to ruin the mood of the contest after making a passing joke about needing some lady elves around there to pretty up a “batchelor pad” like their village. Awkward.

When I came back, I learned that Rahadin and his goons had been around and filled my entire office, from floor to ceiling, with metal slugs as “payback”, and my lockbox had been broken into. That’d cost me about three weeks worth of earnings, never mind how long it would take to clean out the office.

Later, I found out that Vlad’s new restaurant went under after some customers were eaten by an enormous frog monster, and the rest were flogged by Baron Vallakovich for not being happy about it.

I sipped my bitter, bland Barovian Chicken and Waffles-brand coffee as I looked out the window thoughtfully.

Just another week in Barovia.

The End

p.s. thanks for all the positive feedback on the last story. It is appreciated. Also check out an older story I wrote last year.

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 2 months

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Moonlight & Fang Ch. 3

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Selene

Blossoming fields spanned the entirety of the land, broken up by a gently flowing river with several branches in the distance. In the heart of the green grasses, colorful flowers peeked out above and dazzled entire bee queendoms and brightly colored beetles. Above them birds soared high and far while a group of deer ran through the field in search of food or a place to rest.

A serene panorama with soft, floral scents accentuated by the warmth of a late spring's sun. Fortunately unbroken by the wispy clouds drifting by, provided any wolf with a perfect opportunity to rest both the body and the mind. The sight at night, both with a full moon and without, would certainly be worth waiting for.

But that was not why I was in the meadow today. I was foraging for herbs, which is a typical occurrence, for a tonic I needed to replenish. In doing so I seem to have stumbled upon a stranger wandering my land. Looking lost.

No, not just a stranger, but a wolf. Male and recently turned, as it may. As in the last 3 moon cycles or so. He smells vaguely familiar and quite delicious. But there is something about his scent that has my wolf growling in my head. Just a hint, but it smells of one of the hunters that murdered my father.

But that can’t be. I killed them all and feasted on their flesh to fill my little pup belly. Their bones do in fact decorate my greenhouse and entry way stairs.

Could it be a relative, a son perhaps. There is only one way to find out. I must scent and taste of his blood myself. But first I must lure him home where I may seek my answers with my mate at my side. Where my power is strongest and I have a direct link to the moon and her goddesses.

Dean

I swear there was a woman standing in the middle of the meadow but a moment ago. Did I dream her up? Have I been in the woods too long? These woods are cursed after all.

“Hello there.” A woman's voice whispers in my ear.

I spin on my heel, surprised someone got the jump on me, and grab the culprit. Slamming them against the nearest tree.

“Quick, reflexes. A bit jumpy though aren’t we?”

It’s the woman from the meadow. She’s smiling up at me as my hand is wrapped around her throat pinning her in place. Looking the least bit scared of me.

“You snuck up on me. I don’t like surprises.” I grit out.

“Hmm. Well I thought it only fair, since you were watching me from the shadows, to introduce myself. It’s not my fault that you were caught unawares.”

“You knew I was watching you?”

“I could smell you, long before your feet touched the ground a 100 yards out from my meadow. And what a wonderful scent it is. Alpha wolf isn’t always so pleasant.”

She can sense that I’m a wolf. She could only know that by being one herself. I need to be careful with this woman. No matter how tasty she smells. I came here to get answers about what happened to my father all those years ago. When he went on a hunt and never returned from these woods.

“Your meadow? These woods and everything that resides within it belong to a Hag. You look of no such hideousness.”

“Good to know you don't find me hideous, as you are in such close proximity. You know, since you're pinning me against this tree.” She chuckles. “For your information, to which I’m choosing to divulge, these woods did belong to the Hag. Upon my mothers passing they transferred to me.”

I grit my teeth and squeeze her soft throat. “So what are you then? I can smell you’re more than human. But there is more there than just Omega wolf.”

“Well, aren't you a curious thing? Wandering around in my woods and demanding answers from me. All while your hand is wrapped around my throat. A threat of violence just waiting to pass your lips.'' She tilts her head. “For now I will give you this one answer. To receive any further from me, you will need to follow me to my manor where my mate is waiting for my return.”

“Give me the answer first. That will determine my next steps.”

She sighs. Clearly annoyed by my antics. “I am a hybrid. A witch of Fae blood and wolf shifter. Unlike you, I was born with both thanks to my father being a strong Alpha. A witch I may be, but a hag I am not. Do not get that confused. Understand.”

“Noted.” I nod my head. “How can I trust that you mean me no harm?”

“Oh dear boy.” She lifts her hand and with the flick of a wrist is out of my hold and standing beside me. “You had no hold over me. I could have slipped your grasp at any moment. I chose to oblige your curiosity.”

I stare at her, mouth agape.

“Now. Are you going to come along peacefully to gain the answers you seek or will I have to do this the hard way.” She wiggles her fingers, nails transformed into claws and smiles. Showing off her sharp fangs. “I kinda hope you choose the hard way. I do love getting to exercise my power on more than just tinctures and healing.”

She clearly could have killed me many times over by now. I did venture here searching for answers. I am unsure about her mate, and my wolf is a bit growly about it knowing she is already claimed, but I am confident in my abilities to get myself out of the situation if it turns south.

“While you ponder over the risks. I’m going to gather my basket of herbs. Meet me in the meadow when you have decided to trust the fates or forge your own path.”

She winks at me and then saunters off. The sway of her hips is captivating, as her scent envelopes me. I could only catch a faint whiff of it earlier when I was making my way through the trees. Was she cloaking it from me? Not wanting to possibly influence my actions? Could she tell I barely have a handle on my wolf?

She is a mystery that I want to unravel. Mated already or not. I was a strong alpha male before I was bitten. So I know the Alpha wolf that resides inside me now is just as strong if not stronger. Who says I can’t challenge him and claim her for myself.

That settles it. I need to set my eyes on this mate. Plus I need to know more and she may be the only one that can help me find out what happened.

I hurry into the meadow. She lifts her basket from the ground, pulls her red hood forward and begins walking. Not sparing me a glance back. Confident that I will follow. “I’m not going to waste my energy teleporting us. So put those long bow legs to good use and get a move on before my mate starts to worry and comes searching for me.”

Selene

He follows behind me dutifully, as I make the familiar trek back home. I choose to hold off any conversation and hum a little tune. Remaining vigilant in my awareness of my surroundings. I still was unsure of this man’s intentions. What questions he was seeking answers for. Would the information make him a danger or something else? I have to assume this is the fate’s doing once more.

Why else would I find him in my woods, smelling good enough for my wolf to take notice. It’s not like we are not satisfied at home. On the contrary, our lustful appetites have been more than sated these last few months.

As we step through the trees into the clearing that houses the manor I hear a subtle intake of breath come from behind me.

“This is where you live?”

“Yes.” I respond. “Did you think I lived in some small little hovel in the big bad woods? I’m a powerful supernatural being. I have magic literally running through my veins. Of course I live in a manor fit for a Queen.”

“My apologies. I just…” He’s at a loss for words as he tries to fix the perceived slight.

“Am a simple man who has no need for extravagances. I get it. But not everyone lives like a hunter with only the things they can carry.”

“I never told you I was a hunter.”

“Didn’t need to, dear. It’s in the way you carry yourself. Not to mention your display of quick reflexes in the woods earlier and the weapons you have hidden on your person. The main thing though is the talisman hanging around your neck. It’s clan specific.”

“How do you know that?”

“To obtain that answer you are going to have to head inside with me. I need to put these herbs away and I’m quite over being on my feet.”

I make my way onto my porch where I am greeted with the door opening before I can reach it and Jax stepping out. He reaches forward, placing his hands on my cheeks and pulls me into a deep kiss.

He pulls away and runs his thumb along my bottom lip. “Bringing home strays now, are we little red? Newly turned ones at that.”

“What else was I supposed to do? He smelled divine and he found his way to my meadow while I was in it. Almost as if he was destined to.”

“Mmm. Alright, darling. So you brought him home instead of just claiming him in the woods because…”

“He has yet to be truly tested. There are answers he seeks, that I may be the only one to give. If they are what I think they are, I want to be protected in case it takes a turn. Plus it didn't feel right testing him without you present. He would be an addition, not a replacement. He needs to know that.”

“And where are we conducting this test?”

“The library of course.”

“Ahh. Where you are most powerful. Need I prepare anything?”

“Just make sure our strongest chair is available.”

“Oh this is going to be good.”

Dean

I watch her converse with who I can only assume is her mate. Not only because he kissed her, but by the way he looks are her like she is the entire moon and stars. I thought it would make my wolf angry seeing such a display, but the asshole practically purred in my head.

He didn't feel threatened. He wanted to join in. The word pack being repeated over and over in my head. Listen asshole, I don't know what the hell is going on with you, but I’m still in control and as much as that looks like a fun sandwich to be a part of, I still need answers. And she clearly has them. After I get what I want, then you can have a chance to get what you want. Understood.

He growled a bit but agreed to my terms, for now, and settled down.

Sensing their moment was over, I make my way over. Taking in the haunting beauty of the all black manor. Much like the haunting beauty of its owner. Who’s name I am yet to know.

As I make my way up the porch stairs she speaks. “This is my mate Jax. Like me, he was born a wolf. So please no Alpha funny business. For now at least.”

I nod my head in his direction. “Dean.” He nods in return and I turn my head in her direction. “Am I ever going to be graced with your name?”

“And here I was enjoying being mysterious.” She teases.

“Red.” Jax admonishes her. A hint of warning intoned.

“Okay, okay. I get it. Playtime is over for now.” She removes her hood from her head, a cascade of curls fall down around her. “Nice to formally meet you Dean, the hunter. I am Selene.”

“Your mother, the Hag, named you after a goddess?”

“It’s a long story. Better to be shared at a later date. Unless you are willing to wait on those answers you seek.”

“No. I have waited long enough.”

“Alright then. Let’s head inside to the library where we can get more comfortable.”

She walks off into the house. Removing her red cloak in the process. Revealing a midnight black dress that hugs her generous curves like a second skin. My wolf purred in my head once more and this time I had to agree with him.

I shook myself from my lustful thoughts just as I heard her Alpha chuckle. “Come on. I’ll show you the way.”

I followed behind the blonde man with a physique that rivaled my own. He clearly was a man used to hard labor and carried himself with a natural confidence. I can see why she chose him as her mate.

I scanned my surroundings as we made our way through the manor. Taking note of the skulls that adorned the handrails of the stairs. Upon making it to the library, I come to find even more macabre items scattered among the walls of books. As well as more bones of varying species.

It clearly is a special and well cared for room. I assume it is where she spends the most time.

She stands behind a large ornate black chair . “Please, have a seat.”

Without second thought I place my large frame on the armless chair. Before I have a chance to adjust and get comfortable, vines begin to sprout up around me. I start to fight them, but the more I struggle, the tighter they become. My arms and legs are bound. I am at the mercy of Selene’s magic.

“I apologize for using my magic against you. But I needed reassurance for this talk. You understand don't you?”

“I understand that you better have a good reason for it. It will be your only saving grace when I get out of them.”

“Tsk tsk, hunter. Always with a threat upon your tongue. Let’s hurry this along then shall we. Ask your questions.”

“How long have you lived in these woods?”

“My entire existence so far.”

“Have you ever encounter a group of hunters in the woods?”

“Of course. Numerous times. You’re going to have to be a bit more specific.”

“In your youth, did you happen upon a group of hunters wearing this same talisman?”

“Yes.” She calmly states.

I breathe a sigh of relief. “They never returned home from that hunt. My father was with them that day. Do you know what happened?”

“I do. Vividly.” She states with a hint of anger laced in.

“Care to elaborate sweetheart?”

She relaxes her face and looks off into the stained glass windows surrounding the room. “My father and I were foraging for supplies that day. Something we did weekly. The group of hunters you speak of happened upon us. They sensed that we were other and attacked us. Killing my father right in front of my very eyes.”

She turns to face me. Locking her dagger like gaze on me as she divulges the rest of the story. A wicked smile on her face. “I was but 9 years old. A pup, who had only really shifted in play. Watching your father bleed out in front of you and perish would leave anyone in anguish. But I am not just anyone. My wolf took over that afternoon. And I tasted human flesh for the first time. I tore through the entire party. Leaving no one alive. Justice was served by my fangs and I have no regrets. I keep their bones within these walls to remind me of how quickly life can be taken away.”

I stare at her with gritted teeth. Rage coursing through my body at the truth that she just revealed. “You killed my father?”

“Yes.” She succinctly states. “Only after he aided in killing mine first.”

A growl erupts from my chest. But it was not my wolfs doing. That was all me.

“Now, now. See why I needed the restraints. You’re not thinking clearly. I was, as a young child, just doing what you as a fully grown and newly turned wolf were looking to come do. To find answers and dole out justice. You, the man, may be particularly unhappy with this cruel turn of fate. But how does your wolf feel?”

“What does he have to do with this?”

“Everything.” She looks me deep into my eyes. “He’s what brought you to find me in the meadow. You may have been in my woods searching for answers, but he felt drawn here.”

“And you're sure of that?”

“Deadly.” She says with confidence.

We sit in silence for a moment. Never once breaking eye contact. My wolf paces back and forth in my head. But not from anger or bloodlust. No, he’s mad at me for not understanding her position. She is strong and resilient. The perfect mate for us, he says.

As my wolf and I argue, Jax walks over to where Selene has been perched on a desk. “Your body is practically vibrating with pent up energy, darlin. It’s not just rage either. I can scent the lust in the air.”

I watch as he runs his fingers along her cheek and throat. She leans into his touch, as if it's a soothing balm. “I can’t help the way my body reacts to the Alpha pheromones in the air. Try as I might to stay in my right mind until he decides his fate.”

That gets my attention. “Decide my fate?”

“Yes. It is no coincidence you are here, in my manor. Especially being such a newly turned wolf. I assume you no longer have ties to the world as you knew it before. Coming from a family of hunters, whose sole purpose is to eradicate supernatural's, you becoming one is not welcome. No matter how that came about. I’m surprised you’re still alive to be perfectly honest.”

“My brother.” She tilts her head, waiting for me to elaborate. “He helped me regain my health and escape before the first full moon came and my death was sealed. I can never return home.”

“Home is wherever you make it. You are not beholden to one place, Dean.”

“Seems as if you are beholden here.”

“I have always been able to leave these woods. I choose to stay. Not just because my magic is powerful here, but because this is where I took control of my own life and set in motion what was destined for me.” She turns to Jax and smiles. “And what a destiny it has become.”

“Red, if you keep looking at me like that, that dress will be gone and your legs will end up wrapped around my shoulders. Caring not of our audience.” He growls out.

“He’s not going anywhere.” She looks at me. “Besides, he seems the sort who might need a visual demonstration of what it’s like to be mated.” A devilish smile adorns her face.

“You wouldn’t dare.” I challenge.

“Oh, but she most certainly would.” Jax imparts as he grabs the center of her collar and rips her dress down the middle. She has not a stitch on underneath. Glorious, sun kissed skin is exposed to our greedy eyes. I can feel my wolf licking his chops as we peruse the soft flesh with our keen eyes. Making note of every dip and freckle that decorates her body.

Her thighs are soon thrown over broad naked shoulders. Her crimson colored nails tangle in his blonde locks as he pulls the most sinful of sounds from her throat.

She doesn’t even try to resist. She just succumbs to the pleasure and lays back along the desk. Her free hand skimming her torso until she reaches her heaving breasts. I bite back a groan as I observe her nimble fingers teasing along the goose pimpled flesh. She takes a hardened peak between her pointer finger and thumb and pinches. A pinch isn’t enough for this vixen though. With her firm hold she pulls on the flesh.

Throwing her head back, she moans. I notice movement in my periphery, and shift my eyeline to where her Alpha’s head is set between her legs. It is his wrist that is causing the movement. Clearly his fingers are aiding in making her come undone.

Unlocking a crescendo of moans to expel from her throat, that grows so loud it echoes off the walls with her climax. It is a magical sight. As I bask in the intoxicating pheromones suffocating the room, Jax rises.

He divests himself of his pants and lifts Selene off of the desk. Turning he sits atop its sturdy surface and spins the Omega to face me. He kisses her throat, as he spread her legs wide and slowly lowers her onto his large cock.

I can’t hold back the rumbly groan that escapes as I watch her tight little cunt stretch to accommodate him. I wish it was my thick cock splitting her open like that. I’m surprised to find that I’m not jealous of him touching her. It oddly feels right watching her Alpha worship her. If anything I just want to add to it.

She starts to squirm when he bottoms out. "Uh uh Omega. Don't rush me. You'll get what you want when I'm good and ready to give it to you."

She whines but stills. Her heavy lidded eyes make contact with mine. My already tight pants grow even more uncomfortable. If only I could get some relief.

She is completely at his mercy.

"There's my good girl." He whispers along her throat. She preens at the praise. "Your pussy is gripping me so tight. Don't want to hurt you, but I don't know how much longer my wolf can hold back."

"Do it Alpha." She pants. "Don't hold back. I can take it. I was made for it."

Pleased with her response, Jax purrs so loud that I can feel it vibrate in my own chest. Making my cock twitch. That’s a first. Before I can think too much on that, Selene is lifted up by his two large hands, and slammed back down on his dick.

“OH FUCK!” She shouts. Those are the last coherent words she utters before all that escapes her mouth are whimpers and guttural moans.

She gives in. Allowing him to control her body as he shows me just how much she can take. My eyes are transfixed, watching her tight little snatch swallow his cock whole. Her slick leaking down his heavy sack.

The next thing I know, she’s digging her claws into his thighs as she comes once more and his knot pops. But he doesn’t slam it inside of her. No, he leaves it right at the entrance. Close enough for her to feel it but not for it to catch as he fills her full.

The sight alone almost has me coming in my pants. I have to bite my cheek to refrain from making a mess of my own.

He slowly pulls out and places her on her feet. She leans into him, weak kneed, as he kisses her sweetly. A mix of their essences trails down her thighs. A whine escapes my mouth as I have the sudden urge to clean the mess with my tongue.

She or her wolf, maybe both, must like the sound because her demeanor changes from submissive and sweet to wanton and thirsty. She saunters over to the chair I am still bound to.

“Enjoy the show?” She teases, as she stares straight at my throbbing dick confined in my slacks.

I don’t even attempt to put up a front. I want this woman as much as my wolf does. “Yes. Very much.” I try to wiggle out of my bindings. “Untie me and let me show you just how much.”

She gets, what I can only describe as a twinkle of mischief, in her eye and pushes the top of the chair back so that I am now prone on the floor. She comes to stand above me, legs on either side of my chest and unbinds the vines holding restraining my torso.

Before she has time to pull another trick, I reach up, wrapping my arms around her thighs, sit up as best I can and latch my mouth to her clit. Fuck she tastes even more amazing then I imagined. I don’t even care that it’s mixed with her Alpha’s seed. I pull back, run my tongue across her thighs and make sure to clean up every last drop of essence that escaped before going to town on her messy pussy.

I’m quick to sink in two fingers and find that sweet little spongy spot that I know will have her seeing stars. It’s not long before she is screaming out, legs quivering and digging her claws into my shoulders as she falls apart.

Before I can continue my onslaught, she grips my hair and pulls me away. I give her the biggest smile as I lick my lips. I can feel just how soaked the lower half of my face is and I couldn’t be happier.

She releases my hair and with a twirl of her fingers, my chair begins to levitate back into a seated position.

She bends over and pulls my shirt over my head. Her fingers ghosting along my torso until she reaches the waist of my pants. She unlaces them and places her hand inside. Her small fist wraps around my rock hard length. Fingertips barely able to touch each other. She gives me a few strokes and then finally pulls me out. Exposing my heated flesh to the cool air of the library.

She straddles the chair and places herself on my thighs. With a look over her shoulder she leans forward, presenting herself to Jax. He licks his lips and makes his way over. His dick rock hard once again.

He takes two of his fingers and runs them along her cleft. Gathering up her slick and proceeding to use it as lubrication for her exposed puckered hole. He teases her before slowly sliding one and then two digits inside. Testing how ready she is to take him.

Clearly she was primed to go as he removes his fingers, coats his dick in more of her slick, notches himself at her tight ring of muscle and slips inside of her. She moans sweetly against my chest as he takes his time taking her apart once more.

I am not content to just observe this time around and my fingers find themselves playing with her nipples. It doesn't take long for her moans to escalate and just as I think she is about to explode she whispers, “Stop.”

Jax immediately stills at her words. I look for any signs of distress in her eyes. I find only lust.

With a panting breath she speaks. “Do you want me to ride you Dean?”

I swallow and nod my head. “Please. I’m dying here.”

She smiles. “Jax, be a dear and slide me down onto his dick.”

“Is my Omega not full enough with just my cock?”

“Why settle for one knot when I can have two stretching me opening?” she wiggles her ass.

“As you wish.”

He pulls her back against his chest, still remaining buried within her cheeks, and takes a few steps forward until her glistening folds are lined up perfectly with my cock. He lowers her down onto my thick girth.

We all gasp. The sensations of being joined together getting the better of us already. I can feel as Jax pulls back and slams himself forward. He fucks her so hard that she doesn't even need to move her hips to ride me. Jax is in control of both of us.

I’ve been on a hairpin trigger since I watched them come together on the desk. I can tell that she can feel the ring around the base of my dick begin to thicken. A signal of my knot getting ready to pop.

She grabs my jaw and makes me look her in the eyes. “Do you wish to be mine? A part of this pack. Even with everything you now know. Will you accept my bite?”

Whiney but still coherent, I answer honestly. “Yes. I want your bite. Make me yours.”

That’s all the permission she needs as she lets go of my jaw and bites down on my shoulder. Her fangs breaking the skin, laying her claim to my soul and setting off both our climaxes.

Instinctually I lean forward and sink my teeth into her collarbone, completing the bond, as my dicks paints her womb white. Not to be forgotten, Jax pulls out, strokes his dick and cums. Covering the both of us in his seed in a claim of his own.

She pulls away from my shoulder. Lips stained with my blood. Hair a disheveled mess. I have never seen such a beautiful creature in my life.

“Son of a bitch.” I blurt out.

“Feels good being bonded to her huh?” Jax asks.

“I feel more powerful. Like I could run all night without getting tired.”

She looks me in the eyes once more. Her amber orbs staring straight into my soul. “Do you regret it? Tying your life to the one who murdered your father?”

“Not as much as I thought I might. It’s like you said. He did kill yours first. You only did what I would have and was trying to do.”

“So we’re even then Alpha?”

“We’re good, Omega.” I give her my most charming smile. “We’ll be even better if you let me fuck you and be the one in control next round. I don’t even care if blondie over there participates or not.”

“Oh I’m not leaving you alone with her just yet. Once that knot of your deflates she’ll be stuck on mine next.”

“Now, now. There’s enough of me to go round. I am destined for 5 mates after all.”

“There’s 3 other assholes I have to share you with.”

“Well technically for now you just have to share me with Jax. The other 3 are yet to be found. So enjoy the peace and quiet. Because at some point that will all change if I am to restore balance to this land.”

“So there’s no getting around it then.”

“I’m afraid not.”

“Alright then.” I shrug.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. I am but a simple man to please. I’ll take what I can get.”

“Lucky me.”

“Most certainly.” I pull her down and finally get to taste her lips for the first time. “Fuck, I could get addicted to that.”

“Wait until she uses that mouth on your cock.” Jax adds in, biting his lip and grabbing his semi erect dick. “Wicked with her tongue this one is.”

She just throws her head back and laughs.

#moonlight and fang #dean winchester #dean winchester smut #jax teller smut

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satsekhem · 2 years

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Hagging Out - September 2022

AKA Feast of Ptah, Lord of Memphis, South-of-His-Wall

Or, Filling the Handbasket

I believe that I am the only hag in the bunch who doesn't forage. Not that I don't find the whole thing fascinating because I do. Seeing the images of hags and non-hags alike coming back with baskets overflowing with the spoils of their travels is amazing. 10 out of 10; would 100% recommend following a forager or two.

But that is not written in the stars for me. That is a pastime that my gods have made clear is not something I will be undertaking in service to them [for legitimate reasons]. I may explore it but it would be under others' guiding hands and while those hands are available to guide me, I am not capable of that right now.

Plus, I live in urban sprawl and trespassing seems like a bad idea. But, I have markets nearby and wandering the aisles is a little like foraging.

The Memphite Theology is Ptah's creation myth. He is the divine craftsman of existence. Through the speech and thought, he formed creation into existence within the Nun.

While thought was the realm of the heart in ancient Egypt, we now know it is through the brain where thoughts stem. This is why Ptah's physical manifestation in my practice is an anatomical brain (much like Sekhmet's anatomical heart or ib). I focused on finding brain healthy foods that could double as heart healthy foods to fill the handbasket.

Foods chosen: dark chocolate, blueberries, pecans, whole grain bread, apples, and pumpkin seeds.

But filling one's handbasket for the NTRW isn't all a feast of foods. It is also filling the basket with items necessary to maintain ma'at for another day.

Items chosen: the djed pillar, the ankh-djed-was, the feather of ma'at, a jasper heart, the whole Eye, an ankh, and a tiny amulet hand-stamped with an image of an anatomical brain.

Fall asleep and forget all your troubles

Dream of laughter and old friends and lovers

Dream of when you were innocent

Dream forever

- Lullaby by Lord Huron

#hagging out 2022 #hagging out #feast of ptah lord of memphis 2022 #kemetic #personal practice

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katesharmawrites · 2 years

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Hey, I think I have the right person but I think I was following your old account and you were a pretty big Beaujester fan back in the day. Did you end up watching until the end of the campaign and what did you think?

Hey there! I definitely am a pretty big Beaujester fan to this day. I love my blue girls and always will. I didn't make it until the end of CR2, I got up until the Lucien nonsense and then just gave up. As much as I loved Beaujes though, it was not my reason for quitting. I made peace early into shipping them that they may never have been canon but they always would be in my heart. I honestly didn't mind Beauyasha for most of the campaign, I would have preferred both Beau/Reani and Beau/Keg but it was fine. Just personally not the stuff otps are made of for me but I was never an anti. I shipped Jester more with both of them and I honestly think Beauyashter would have been the ideal. It brought a lot of much needed conversation and softness to both characters.

The big problem with everything was the timing hands down. We picked up again after the hiatus and something just felt...off. Everyone changed their characterizations just a little bit and originally I thought it was because they were rusty from the break but it just kept going.

Looking back, they decided to start Campaign 3 at the same time as the animated series. It makes sense, I got into CR when Campaign 2 had like 50 episodes and it took me 3 months to finish those and then another month and a half to catch up with what they'd put out since then. By lowering the number of hours people would have to invest, they maximized their potential growth from a business standpoint.

From a campaign 2 standpoint it was...messy at best. They did jump ship on Beaujester in a rush to endgames, which was fine and their decision. However the phrasing in Beau's conversation to Fjord was incredibly bad and it did hurt me as someone who has heard my feelings played off that way. I am never going to apologize for our fandom being hurt by that or say it was unreasonable, especially when at the time everyone was jumping into our tag as a means to celebrate their victory and kicking us while we were down.

It also felt like they just jumped away from plots we all wanted to see: Yasha going home and finding out about Zuala herself and maybe avenging her death, laying those flowers. Caleb taking down Trent and trying to see if he could save Astrid and Eadwulf. Beau trying to break her family's curse to save her beautiful little brother from the same unhappiness she was plagued with. In general the Hag? Matt made it clear that the Hag was going to figure out Jester was fucking with her. UKATOA. The gentleman's whole thing.

There were so many loose ends, the campaign could have easily gone on another year or two. We could have seen a nice slow build up been Beau and Yasha where they comforted each other over their bad upbringings. We could have seen a nice payoff where Nott couldn't keep a secret even if ultimately nothing ever came from it. We could have seen Fjord slowly come to respect Jester for who she was, instead of the kid he treated her as in the beginning. WE COULD HAVE SEEN CALEB AND ESSEK KISS.

Overall I loved Campaign 2 more than Campaign 1 but I hurt for the missed potential. I miss the moments that came from the relaxed pace and they will always be my favorites but the way everything kind of just fell apart in the end was just...not it. And I definitely have just lived in a canon where nothing after 100 happened and there was less metagaming because the campaign was ending. It was my least favorite thing about the feel of Vox Machina and I was disappointed when it reemerged.

#critical role #criticism #the mighty nein #beaujester #asks

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brightgnosis · 2 years

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Old Hagging Out Repost [May 2021]: For Years Now I’ve Asserted That The Holiest Foods are Coffee, Bread, Bacon, Cheese… And Tea

Tea’s become an important part of my daily routine since I first started collecting teas as a freshly independent 19 year old living in a tiny 1 bedroom house in Enid with a gay couple, the disabled mother of one of them, and my then boyfriend (technically fiancé, but he was an ass so we’re not counting him).

Why I started collecting it, I genuinely couldn’t tell you. I just saw a box on a shelf at the grocery store one day, and the next thing I knew I had 5 in the cart. By the time my boyfriend and I moved out of that tiny little house and into the house of another friend a year later, I owned 30 varieties. My love of Tea only snowballed out of control from there and when moved to Tulsa in 2011, just before my 21st birthday, my collection had grown to 60 teas and I’d begun collecting my first Tea Cups. Tea Pots soon followed, starting with a kitschy little Christmas piece gifted to me by my maternal Aunt.

It broke in the move to Tulsa, of course, because I had no idea how to pack china. But I superglued it back together, and now it’s the only truly decorative piece in my collection.

Today, married to an amazing man and living back in my Hometown (or not far off from it), my collection currently spans over 100 Teas, a full service (for 8) China Dinner Set, 15 Tea Pots, and 47 Cups- 8 of which represent a tradition my Husband started in the first year of our relationship, of buying me a new one every Valentines’ Day (matching the Lilies he now buys me every year for my Birthday); even developing Post-Covid Parosmia after contracting Covid in September of 2020 couldn’t stop me.

There’s just something about Tea, honestly. To this day, I can’t articulate exactly what it is that it does to me every time I make it… But nothing quite matches the ritualistic feeling of selecting the Tea and matching it to a Tea Cup in my collection (and sometimes a Tea Pot, too)- let alone going through the actual process of making it; heating the water, dropping the leaves into the metal strainer, poring it over, steeping the Tea, “seasoning” it with Sugar, or Lemon, or Honey… And then finally taking the first sip.

This is especially true when it’s a new Tea you’ve never tried before. Even better yet if you make a whole thing of it; I used to do that a lot before we moved house. I’d gather up a bunch of stuff on my little Tea tray and go sit out on the tiny concrete porch I had.

Sometimes it was Coconut Milk Rice Porridge. Other times a fully loaded Baked Potato (back when that was food I could still eat. On one occasion I made a cute little array of Tea Sandwiches featuring Roast Beef, Cherry tomato, and Swiss; Cucumber, Cream Cheese, and Fresh Dill and Mint; Parmesan, Mushroom, Black Olive, and Ricotta; and Yellow Bell Pepper, Chive, and Cream Cheese… It was never anything truly fancy, but it made me feel good.

Now there’s a lot less fanfare when I have my Tea (though not that there was really ever much to begin with, to be honest); I grab my cup, I toss in a bag, and if my bones don’t hurt, sometimes I’ll sit out on the back deck and listen to the birds; a particularly good pain day may see me walk as far as the rocking bench in the far back garden, right next to the potted Cherry, beneath the Pecan that the Downy Woodpecker likes to hang out in.

I had wanted to do something much nicer for this month’s Hagging Out. I’d even picked out a whole 20′s theme for this month’s post, and gathered some resources. I was going to throw myself a bit of a Tea Party for old time’s sake- something to celebrate making it through the hell this year has been, and finally obtaining a word for what the hell’s been wrong with me since I was 16 (or part of, at least); I’d planned to talk about Orientalism in the 20′s and how it gave Tea one last hurrah in the US before Tea Culture finally fizzled out for good.

But today is one of the days my bones hurt; it’s the result of a week long mental health breakdown that saw me shedding my old tumblr and a minor relapse into an old Eating Disorder of mine I’d wished to never see again -- and then a 4 day long digestive flair that promptly saw me abandoning said relapse with a giant “fuck that noise” kind of attitude -- And then a late trip to the ER for a possible dislocated ankle… And so instead, today I sit inside with far too much CBD Oil in my Tea, and a bottle of 800 mg Ibuprophen at hand.

Sometimes that’s just the way life is. But even on the worst days, at least the Tea makes everything nicer.

This blog belongs to a «Multi-Neuroatypical + Multi-Disabled» «Queer» «Childless» «Jewish + Pagan» «NonTraditionalist» Homemaker. TradWives are unwelcome.

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hwiyoungies · 5 months

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hey gworl it’s hag anon here back with another rant… but first of all how are you 🩷🩷 anything interesting going on? this adult life shit is still kicking my ass and my bones are aching in my late 20s 😭 also ik you love one piece so i need like. motivation to continue. i stopped at the beginning of water 7 arc and a lot of people say that’s when it gets rly good but i couldn’t bear the frustration after usopp ****** (i don’t wanna spoil your followers but maybe you know what i’m talking about) LOL UGHHH SHOULD I CONTINUE does it actually get better………… i love shounen but one piece pacing is kinda clunky to me at least for the most part until skypeia arc ish? lmk wat u think !

anyway for the rant, i think people online ,and especially younger ones, have an issue with virtue signaling nowadays. it’s very apparent in the kpop community. it’s like they feel so monitored that they feel the need to show others how much of a good and upright person they are, and if they don’t, then that can ONLY mean that they’re a bad person. no in between. i think that’s why they feel the need to quickly react to anything and post their sentiments denouncing this or that bad thing without first reflecting and reading up on it. apparently silence on a topic can only mean you support or condone something immoral, like can’t we just gather information first before forming an opinion?? and why do we need to tell anyone what we think or feel. it’s good to inform others and ourselves ofc, but it honestly feels like a lot of people nowadays are just retweeting, reblogging, reposting shit for the sake of LOOKING upright and not getting “cancelled��, instead of actually caring about the conversation at hand.

another complaint: if you’ve seen the woozi thing. there are people being weird from both sides 🥲 there are people calling him a ped0, spreading misinformation about him, calling him a bad person. all of that is dumb imo. then there are defenders who are saying “wow unstanning him? it’s as if you’ve forgotten everything good he’s done” HUHHH. why is that relevant. the whole conversation around it is tiring tbh

also i’ve been seeing a lot of complaints from educators that literacy rates and reading comprehension are at an all time low. it kinda shows with how people act online 😭😭😭 this is truly such a “hag” thing to say but i genuinely believe that minors’ screen time should be restricted LOL

not the aching bones...... my back has been killing me lately and i'm like my guy please let me have one thing LMAO

the whole water 7 saga is honestly so fucking good LMAO they're nto lying when they say it genuinely gets so so so good after that, but i also will not lie i did watch a lot of it at like 1.5 or 1.25 because the pacing of the anime leaves a lot to be desired LMAO but water 7 and the arcs that follow it are honestly some of the best in the anime so if you have the time and do enjoy it i truly say go for it 100% recommend

man i truly couldn't agree with you more literally nothing to add because you're simply so right. sometimes it does feel like people care more about appearing to be good and have outstanding morals rather than actually understanding what is going on. especially with the wz thing i saw so many people make so many grave accusations so quickly without even knowing what they were talking about. all the information we have about wz is vague, i 100% understand if people feel uncomfortable and wanna distance themselves but i also understand if people don't.

and god they truly are, hag thing to say as well but everyone is taking everything in media with face value instead of thinking hm could this mean something else like i'm begging all of you read an actual book or analyze what you're watching idk man LMAO

#asks #hag anon

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murderoushagthesequel · 11 months

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microfic of jegulus and alicissa (where narcissa and alice r in james’ year) ???

congrats for 100 followers!!!! 🥰🩷

sorry this took me forever i didn't have any inspiration! and a very belated thank you for the congrats lol

Don't Tell

i'm imagining that after this happens the four of them sort of accidentally become close friends and they come up not only for alicissa and jegulus to snog but also to all hang out together

"Gross!" a voice exclaims from a few metres away. Regulus recognizes the voice but pulls James back when he breaks away. Just because his cousin decided to spy on him, doesn't mean he should have to stop his fun. He has very little time in the day to snog his boyfriend, and he isn't wasting it now. What with James' NEWTs and all, their schedules are a mess so he'd- wait

Narcissa has NEWTs too… not to mention her being Head Girl. What is she doing up here? Regulus pushes James away. He looks thoroughly confused but follows Regulus' lead anyway. What Regulus finds when he looks away is Narcissa Black staring at him with disgust, with Alice Fortescue hiding behind her.

"What are you two doing here?" he asks with an accusatory pointing finger, his hand still entangled with James'.

"I imagine it's so different from what you and Potter were just doing," she replies with an edge of snark. Regulus notices that she's holding Alice's hand the same way he's holding James' and realises the similar predicament they're all in at the moment.

"Don't tell anybody what you saw here," they both say at the same time, and Alice and James descend into laughter, dragging Narcissa and Regulus down with them.

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fireballandfailure · 6 months

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Alright I haven't been working that hard on the november campaign, since work's been nuts and I moved recently.

BUT

I have gotten the premise and setting stuff figured out, so here's some text vomit:

PREMISE: You are passengers on the Queen Neri a coast-hopping passenger ship headed for Luskan. One dark night in the northern sea, with Luskan a day's sail away, the Queen Neri runs aground, dumping you unceremoniously into the midst of Fey Mooncussers, land based pirates who lead ships to their doom by faking a lighthouse, leaving the passengers and merchandise on the ships free for the taking. It is your goal to find your way back home from the terrible, beautiful Fey Wild.

Tier of Play is just levels 1-5, with the party leveling to level 5 either upon escape from the Fey Wild or before the fight with the Annis hag, depending on if they are getting their asses kicked by other twee-er fairy critters

SETTING CRAP:

The Fey Wild is a mirror of the Material Plane, literally. The "map" of the Fey Wild is the map of Faerun, flipped horizontally

The part of the Fey Wild that the party has been shipwrecked on, however, is just the mirrored version of Gundarlun (I am boringly calling it Nulradnug until I think of something better, maybe never). Warm, swampy, and overall damp where the "real" thing is cold, harsh, and dry.

The island is ruled over by a coven of hags, one Annis hag which is the de facto head of the coven and controls the capital city, a Green hag who controls most of the inland territory and a Sea hag who controls the coasts.

The hags pay tribute to the Autumn Court, and are technically Unseelie but who gives a shit, certainly not all powerful Archfey!

By and large the Fey folk who inhabit the island are left to their own devices and don't mind the hags except for when the hags get it in their heads to do a wee bit of tyrannizing. For the most part, the hags are kept entertained by the steady influx of mortals and their funny trinkets which come through the Fey Crossings.

The hags have developed a way to control when the Fey Crossings open, issuing permits to open them at certain times to "legitimate businesses"

The hags do NOT control where the Fey Crossings open, nor do they control when the Fey Crossings open on the Material Plane

When a Fey Crossing opens in the Material plane, roll 1d100.

On an even number, the portal opens that number of years after the last time this portal opened in the Material plane

On an odd number, the portal opens that number of years before the last time this portal opened in the Material plane

On a 1, 50, or 100, the portal opens a few minutes after the last time it opened in the Material Plane

Talk to players about whether they want to be spit out in a different time than when they went in - no skin off my back either way (probably easier if they don't)

"Legitimate business" usually entails dragging mortals through the Crossings for the hags to eat, make deals with, and otherwise fuck over

Extra mortals are delivered to the Autumn Court as tribute

This is why the Autumn Court puts up with them, despite not liking them all that much. The Autumn Archfey may be persuaded to help the party, if they catch their attention.

NPC mortals must succeed on a DC10 wisdom saving throw (creatures with Fey Ancestry have advantage) upon being brought fully into the Fey Wild or suffer one of the following determined by a d4 (these effects may be cured by a Break Enchantment, Remove Curse or similar spell):

Become entranced - the creature will not move, speak, eat, or drink unless made to.

Become hostile: the creature will attack any other creature near it, as though fighting for its life

Become charmed: the creature treats any other creature near it as though it has been charmed by that creature

Become forgetful: 3 times a day, flip a coin. On a heads, the creature remembers everything since the last coin flip. On a tails, the creature forgets everything that has happened since it entered the Fey Wild (generally upon the start of the day and after each short rest)

Upon escaping the Fey Wild, members of the party make a DC10 wisdom saving throw or suffer one of the following determined by a d4:

1: You forget everything, as though you were never there (you keep your levels though)

2: You remember some things as though they were events of a very vivid dream. You have disadvantage on recalling information about the Fey Wild

3: You remember entering and exiting the Fey Wild, but nothing between. You know you are missing those memories.

4: You remember everything

That's honestly all I'll bother prepping for lore, that should be enough to build more specific stuff off of once there are adventurers running around and asking questions.

Next I'm gonna make some disgusting quick and dirty maps and roll up some ~~~villages~~~

#dnd #nacabumo #I will bot be editing this #i have to go to bed #*salute emoji*#formattings fucked cuz i just copied and pasted from onenote

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m4sk · 6 months

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How to care for Angel!

an attempted guide by Spooky (whom is also clueless)

Food and Drink

Angel does not need to eat nor drink, but chooses to do so on occasion to not feel left out in groups. Angel’s diet consists mainly of meat (red meat preferred) but there are few other foods he enjoys. currently noted is apple slices, cotton candy, and reese’s (despite me not eating nuts)

Sleeping

Angel does not often sleep and can survive without it but it helps him to recharge and remain semi stable. Angel demands to have Vati’s music box playing and the omen doll and Vati plush near him or else he refuses to lie down. Angel also hates sleeping alone, preferring to keep 1-4 trusted people near as he rests (more than four would be too big a crowd)

Meltdowns

Angel’s meltdowns are typically non-violent unless provoked. Angel will begin to sob and either request to be alone or start climbing all over people. if he requests to be left alone, leave him near a wall and don’t face him nor acknowledge him, but keep him in the same room. if he gets overly affectionate then tolerating the affection is the safest option. if you are unwilling to be touched then pass him to someone close or if his particular form of affection is disgruntling you then you can request something else, he will most likely oblige happily.

Temper tantrums

Angel has a tough temper to deal with, he flares up at the slightest of things. these can be caused by many things as Angel is very sensitive. these tantrums are best calmed down by gentle tones, light touch, and support objects (his plushies, a flashlight, ties etc). auditory regulation isn’t the most ideal but the following tracks can and do help sometimes: A B C physical regulation is a better option, allowing him to hold and fidget with things that he likes and if he likes you enough, hugs and maybe even small kisses make him feel better. visual regulation does not work unless you’re in a forest.

Unusual phrases

Angel uses a variety of words and phrases that may confuse any people not used to him. the most noteworthy is what he calls people, as Angel refuses to use some people’s names, instead referring to them as a name he chooses himself. Angel gives names to people who he likes a lot or people who he believes will “taint [his] mouth” if he speaks of them (meaning people he hates). it tends to be easy to tell the difference, as the people he likes will get names such as Ghosty, Red and Stripes while people he isn’t so fond of would get names like Bastard Child or Hag. Angel also has fluctuating speech patterns that change with his mood and who he’s talking to, appearing mostly as somewhat formal. he won’t act more warm and friendly around people unless he feels 100% safe around them, which is a difficult achievement. only one person is noted to have succeeded this.

Concerning activities

Angel has many activities that he enjoys doing, some of which are not so appealing to people who want me alive, healthy and out of jail. Angel enjoys climbing and crawling, and will often challenge himself to climb on roofs and walls. this should be redirected where possible, if not stopped. he likes to see fires, and will try starting them himself. this should be stopped. Angel often tries to harm young children and animals, this should also be stopped. Angel enjoys exploring forests, this is allowed with supervision as otherwise he will get us lost so he can stay longer. Angel likes to play ‘hide and seek’, where he runs off once your back is turned. if Angel is found, he becomes agitated. it is best to pretend you can’t see him even if he’s not the best at hiding, as proper hiding makes him paranoid. Angel will also try to scare people, either by moving things about, leaving questionable things laying about or by jumping out at them. it is best to pretend you were scared by his attempts.

Stimming

Angel’s main form of stimming is physical, as he likes to cling to people to calm himself. he also tends to flap his wings when excited, so it’s best to give him room. most of his other stims are identical to mine, so flapping hands, jumping, screams and squeals, rocking back and forth, music, and making sounds. Angel does not often get overstimulated but when he does his movements are extreme, it’s recommended you keep a safe distance in high stress or exciting situations or environments

Family

Angel holds family as the highest value in his life. nothing matters more to him, and he’s very picky with who gets considered family or not. obviously he has his biological family, and my biological family are also his to some extent and he will still recognise them as such, but if asked who his family is he will list Spooky (me), Cassidy, Jessica, Ghost, and Red (my husbands). he had others he considers family (all people who have place in the outer headspace) such as Vati (his father), Martina (his mother), Christy, Kayla, Hagar (his sisters) and Oscar (his brother)

Headspace

Angel has his own headspace, although it works differently to mine. nobody can front nor communicate with anyone but Angel, and they’re a lot less separate. Angel’s ever-swapping personalities can be put down to this. he can also choose to take the form of any of his ‘internals’ whenever he pleases, although doesn’t often use any but Oliver. further descriptions here.

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We did it Baek, we beat the MATURE CONTENT allegations! Not sure about this message though 👀 Yes, I'm either meeting idols randomly or missing everything </3

Not being able to see Kai in the MV, fucking jail for everyone!!! I'm glad the comeback seems to be successful despite everything, honestly first Shinee now Exo, good times for the hags! I listened to Baekhyun's debut 10 times in a row to celebrate the anniversary btw!

My overall review of Exist is that I enjoyed the album, I like that it's EASY TO DIGEST, but the songs are catchy enough, I don't go through 100 emotions while listening to it just to end up confused. Anyways, uhmmm what's up with that champagne on the window shield I-?! And Mr Byun being embarrassed for saying sex??? Man, stand up lmao. Ngl, I wish the MV gave a bit more, I also saw people mentioning Suju 😭😭😭😭🔫

So actually some of the past Exo tracks aren't for me, but this album is really sooooolid, it's definitely cohesive sonically, the r&b undertones, THE FUCKING HARMONIES HELLOOOOO EARGASM! But also thematically it's definitely an album made for horny people lmaoooo. I'd have to give it more listens to establish which songs stopd out to me the most, but so far I think Regret It and Private Party are my faves!

Kai is away so Baek is the one serving cunt now?! Who would have thought. Military made Taemin into a bigger baby girl, meanwhile Baek is whoring

Also, let me say I'm so proud of Shinee honestly and the way they can never believe whenever they win, because some fuckass people wanna claim Shinee isn't relevant anymore and they won INKIGAYO!!! TAEMIN DID S CLASS AND HARD CHALLENGE WITH HYUNJIN, HE WENT TO JYP????? Why is he so adventurous all of a sudden

Jamal astrology hoe, pls https://www.pinkvilla.com/entertainment/ncts-jaehyun-to-make-big-screen-debut-with-film-in-6-hours-you-will-die-alongside-park-ju-hyun-kwak-si-yang-1228441 this is the short description 👀 I need more kpop men in unhinged roles, like yeah them playing losers in rom coms is fine but give me something else

Hybe didn't even apologise for the way they treated fans, they justified their actions. Fans were still groped, wtf, sometimes the gender matters, but they were still violated so what difference does it make seriously

So, I'm sure if YSL was in contact with Hwa they'd already invite him somewhere :/ and he'd definitely thank them publicly, but his dedication to get noticed is admirable. Stop because first I saw those sandals on Ten and had to close my eyes and Seonghwa too... Hongjoong's obsession with Olivier Rousteing paid off so fingers crossed, ugh if not I'm personally going to Anthony Vacarello's house ☠

Re: N**m*r: Idk some girlies really love footballers, they have humiliation kink cause I know at least 3 WAG wannabies from London who do that, they don't care those men will cheat on them. They usually just wanna bang and go, lmao kinda respect the hustle, but is it even worth it with some of them... yikes

Omfg no because I saw the Suarez thing and was like HUH, then got confused why RM was posting about it 😭

Baek are you updated on King the Land, because the latest episodes?! They really went for it, it's so cliche idk how it even works, but it does! Do you remember Yoona and Junho dancing to Senorita, because that was an event!!! I also remembered Taeyong and Seulgi and WOW... imagine 4th gen idols doing that ajsvhshajskdavshsjdjd

Yeah, so I obviously enjoy 4th gen, but 2nd and 3rd gen had the quality, now I see those Tik Tok fucking songs that are under 3 mins and I wanna die!!! Don't wanna be a boomer, easy and fun choreography can be cool, not only for fans to follow, but also idops to perform, but where is the versatility, the creativity...

Shhahdhndjshahhshaaj stop SM people are lurking cause that guy was quick to like Yuta's post?! 😬😬😬😬 and now there are articles about SM being xenophobic <333 like I said, embarrasSMENT... it's a shame they have so many artists I like, because they're literally the worst. And apparently Sungtaro are debuting soon, I will believe it when I see it. Really shitty that they remived Shohei, he's neither in NCT Tokyo nor the other bg :( man is a grown ass adult, let him debut!

Ryan is Ken for life because wtf is he saying?! Margot os serving so many iconic looks during the promo! Btw booked tickets for both Barbie and Oppenheimer on the same day lmaooo it's gonna be a fucking ride

You're right, KQ posted the "apology", not even Ateez's account??? And the apology was too vague imo, again if Indian/South Asian fans want to accept it that's their decision, I'm not saying people should cancel them and send then threats (it's happening and it's so bad), BUT some stans are ok with bare minimum, they just wanna move on... :/ that's what I told my friend, imagine if someone wrote a track called Kimchi Song, Asian people get so much shit for their native food, so it's incredibly insensitive. I don't wanna generalise, but I met so many Korean stans and while some were nice, some are simply crazy and lose their morals over kpop. On the other hand, one thing can tip them off, nothing serious and they can go from loving someone to sending them threats and???

It's a shame none of the members apologised, I like to think they wanted to, but idk. San posted on b.stage I thought he'd mention it, I understand it was his birthday, but... :/ I'm not usually personally affected by most of idols' fuck ups, but it always pisses me off regardless

Exo possible collabs??? Exo on Killing Voice, well they definitely fucking killed :o

Shinee, Teen Top, U-Kiss, Exo, Infinite, what year is this?! Remember when we would get so many 2nd/3rd gen ggs comebacks?! 2021 and 2022 😭😭😭😭

Baek, I got two tattoos during my trip and I already made appointments for two more, so pray for me lmao <333

Did you see model Hwa on the cover?! Sadly I don't have high hopes, because it's Cosmo and they usually have boring shoots, so far they look ok (but their clothes are basically their promo/stage fits? 😬) *sigh* - DV 💖

hello!! i answered this but tumblr glitched and wndfkklwef

We did it Baek, we beat the MATURE CONTENT allegations! Not sure about this message though 👀 Yes, I'm either meeting idols randomly or missing everything </3 /// Not being able to see Kai in the MV, fucking jail for everyone!!! I'm glad the comeback seems to be successful despite everything, honestly first Shinee now Exo, good times for the hags! I listened to Baekhyun's debut 10 times in a row to celebrate the anniversary btw!

WE BEAT THE MATURE CONTENT ALLEGATIONS!!!!

that cream sada is not just about cream soda after all 😀 KAI WOULDVE DEVOURED HE HAS THE FIRST CHORUS TOO 😭😭😭😭 FUCK RAVI, KAI IN A SUIT DOING THAT BODY ROLL WITH HIS GAZE WOULDVE ENDED ME SO BAD FHWJDHWKDHWK im also vv glad it’s successful but sm’s doing everything in their hands to not make it bc what the fuck, all this treatment and everyone still thinking we crazy like ☺️☺️ but this is actually sad. HIS 10TH ANNIVERSARY AND HES A MILLION SELLER AGAIN OH TO BE HIM !!!!!

good times for hags yes!! saw this twt and cried my eyes out rhkwhdwjshkw

sorry what the fuck. u know what i can’t even handle him idk how id handle kai like ive gone thru theee breakdowns all delulu while wondering why iTS NOT ME WHOS WITH HIM

THIS IS JUST NOW WHAT THE FUCK )oh im screaming AND MATEO??? BROTHER IN CHRIST??? UR WIFES WATCHING FBHWKDHWK

??? thirty sexy to a new level

i need this man actually

yeah kai possessed him also not kai doing fansigns in the barracks and having men fall for him 😭😭😭

im also vv sorry this is late like idk what happened i met this new person yesterday to do an assignment w my friends and i went home and im immediately sick like i think they hexxed me bc i am SICK 😭😭😭

I AGREE. I AGREE ITS EASY TO DIGEST ITS EASY TO LISTEN like my ears are not crying im so vv happy w the entire album, i realized many reactio channels said that after heat me out,, it’s so casual r&b like the reactors have grown to love simple music and that song + all the other ones are just so, non fussy??? just straight good music and the choreo??? the best in their career ever. the preciseness??? beat the broken knees allegations 😭😭

cream soda took me three listens to understand and it dawned on me that it’s bc my volume wasn’t up so i listened to it w bass and 😯😯😯 eargasm galore,, it is A HIT. ENTIRE CHORUS BEING A HIGH NOTE, 12/10 OVER FOR EVERYONE EVER FBWKDH ITS SO FUN FUNKY SEXY PERFECT FOR SUMMER AND PARTIES??? vocals wow,,, a new level,,, ur so correct! it didn’t feel confusing but it felt so nice to hear their voices after so long,, THE HARMONIES LIKE???? THE FALSETTO BEING THE ENTIRE CHORUS IS MENTAL PHEWWWW KILL ME SIRE,, champagne on the windshield, u know exactly why 😵‍💫😵‍💫 LMFAOOO NO BC THIS DOES LOOK LIKE THE SUJU MV SHIT THEYRE OLD NOW 😭😭😭ngl me too i wish the mv was just tad bit MORE but i won’t complain bc this mv was filmed on the du of the damn lawsuit so ik none of them said a lot of shit against what to do and what not to 🤚🏻but i think the more i watch it the more i like it,,, cinematography is rly pretty the yellows holds greens purples and reds,,, wow 🫡 very classic, gatsby look just classic exo

just tells me that there’s a lot of incredible music but this talent is 😮‍💨

im going to say U GOTTA RELISTEN TO OBSESSION WND TEMPO IM SORRY I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY LESS 🔫 OASIS SIGN DAMAGE BUTTERFLY AFFECT YA YA YA??? no ur so right this album is so solid and cohesive in the best way possible,,, like the tracks are so well thought out??? the 90’s, r&b pop and synth pop 😭😭 CRYING IK THOSE PRODUCERS WERE LINING UP TO WORK W RHEM UR RIGHT RHE FUCKINF HARMONIES THE WAY I GET SO GASPY WHEN THEY DO THAT LIKE??? this is exactly what i want from atz so bad 😭😭😭 IT RLY IS FOR HORNY PPL LIKE DO U HEAR THE BED CREAKING NOISES 😭😭😭 PRIVATE PARTY PLS DID U HEAR THE BED CREAK this me listening to it

but like im obsessed w no make up and love fool,,, like what the fuck did they put in THOSE SONGS,,, what an album honestly i am always surprised w them in the best way,, like how can u gag me every bc 😭😭 i am obsessed w cream soda

Kai is away so Baek is the one serving cunt now?! Who would have thought. Military made Taemin into a bigger baby girl, meanwhile Baek is whoring /// Also, let me say I'm so proud of Shinee honestly and the way they can never believe whenever they win, because some fuckass people wanna claim Shinee isn't relevant anymore and they won INKIGAYO!!! TAEMIN DID S CLASS AND HARD CHALLENGE WITH HYUNJIN, HE WENT TO JYP????? Why is he so adventurous all of a sudden

NO BC BAEKHYUN???? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING IM ACTUALLY CRYING,, it’s the way kai left them a mission that they need to DANCE and not embarrass him and they are dancing im so sick the footwork is insane,,, taemin bbygirl meowing and baekhyun’s out here showing nips and tongues 😭😭

NO BC ITS TAEMINS REACTIONS TO THE WINS HAVE ME SO HAPPY LIKE HE TRULY CANNOT BELIEVE THEY WON LIKE MF UR A LEGEND??? 😭😭😭 THESE CRUMBS ARE SO WHOLESOME LIKE TAEMIN X SKZ, DARA X EXO, MINHO X EVERYONE 😭😭 AND THUNDER IS GETTING MARRIED??? 😭😭

no bc im very excited to see what he does,, kpop’s actors / drama’s have been really good and exciting,,, i just know he’s gonna be so incredibly hot,, do u ever look at jamal and think he’d fit the twilight role so perfectly

no bc do u rmr the mental health polls hybe did?? fans were groped NEAR the new artists,,, i hope a few ppl sue them bc this is so incredibly wrong???

So, I'm sure if YSL was in contact with Hwa they'd already invite him somewhere :/ and he'd definitely thank them publicly, but his dedication to get noticed is admirable. Stop because first I saw those sandals on Ten and had to close my eyes and Seonghwa too… Hongjoong's obsession with Olivier Rousteing paid off so fingers crossed, ugh if not I'm personally going to Anthony Vacarello's house ☠

yeah!!! :( HIS DEDICATION REALLY IS UP THERE I HOPE THEY LISTEN FOR ONCE,, im sorry like those sandals are so whatsapp mom core 😭😭😭😭 KEEP UR GRIPPERS WITH U PLS WE DONT NEED TO SEE 😭😭 omg hongjoong’s manifestation power must be crazy good for rousteing to fall in love w him like that LMFAOOO ANTHONY ITS ON SIGHT

Re: N*mr: Idk some girlies really love footballers, they have humiliation kink cause I know at least 3 WAG wannabies from London who do that, they don't care those men will cheat on them. They usually just wanna bang and go, lmao kinda respect the hustle, but is it even worth it with some of them… yikes /// Omfg no because I saw the Suarez thing and was like HUH, then got confused why RM was posting about it 😭

NO SRS THIS HUMILIATION KINK IS FBKWHDKWHDKW I RESPECT IT BUT THE WAY I CRINGE FBWMDBKW ou not the wag wannabes u know what yeah i also respect the hustle like u go get that ride and dip w the money <3 no bc srs are they even worth it 😭😭😭 YEAH ME TOO UNTIL IT CLICKED AND MY HEART CAME BACK UP FBWJDHSK also why tf is everyone moving to saudi im actually so disappointed in everyone, losing passion over money 😭😭 LIKE BRO UR IN UR PRIME AND UR GOING INTO A NOWHERE LEAGUE

Baek are you updated on King the Land, because the latest episodes?! They really went for it, it's so cliche idk how it even works, but it does! Do you remember Yoona and Junho dancing to Senorita, because that was an event!!! I also remembered Taeyong and Seulgi and WOW… imagine 4th gen idols doing that ajsvhshajskdavshsjdjd

I AM SO UPDATED!!! I LOOK FORWARD TO EVERY WEEKEND FOR NEW EPS the kiss. the way. he was shaking. 😶😶 crying screaming shitting i need them married. YOONA AND JUNHO WON THE IDAF WAR omf do u rmr the cabi song like that was peak idgaf,,, taecyeon and yoona and then jessica 😭😭😭 taeyong seulgi doing a show together???? 👁👁

Insane to think certain idols would be in totally different fields, like business, pilot, chef then tattoo artist, Twitch streamer lmao but here they are in the same fucking group doing aegyo and hip thrusting on stage /// Yeah, so I obviously enjoy 4th gen, but 2nd and 3rd gen had the quality, now I see those Tik Tok fucking songs that are under 3 mins and I wanna die!!! Don't wanna be a boomer, easy and fun choreography can be cool, not only for fans to follow, but also idops to perform, but where is the versatility, the creativity…

RIGHT LIKE KUN AS A PILOT??? 😭😭😭 so random,,, twitch streamer stOP 😭😭😭 here they are being a slut fbwkdhwk ur right!!! thwy had the quality, everyone was releasing bangers it was crazy but the best time for kpo musically!!! UR RIGHT THE TIKTOK SONGS ARE 😭😭🔫,,, no bc this 100% easy and fun can be cool but not having it fit the music,, new choreo is so underrated these days like all we see his hand moves or straight up gymnastics,, give us good food!!!!

Shhahdhndjshahhshaaj stop SM people are lurking cause that guy was quick to like Yuta's post?! 😬😬😬😬 and now there are articles about SM being xenophobic <333 like I said, embarrasSMENT… it's a shame they have so many artists I like, because they're literally the worst. And apparently Sungtaro are debuting soon, I will believe it when I see it. Really shitty that they remived Shohei, he's neither in NCT Tokyo nor the other bg :( man is a grown ass adult, let him debut!

LMFAOOOO BRMWHDKWHDKW HES ON TWITTER FOR SURE,,, EMBARRASSMENT TRULY,, but honestly is it surprising bc sm’s past treatment with their chinese employers and then doing a law suit on them before leaving,, literally,, the idols are the best part of sm honestly 😭😭 YEAH ???? LIKE JUST PUT THEM IN A GROUP AND DEBUT IT OUT also their new bg having jaejoong dna like sm rly loves him 😭😭

LMFAOOOO CORRECT I DONT KNOW WHAT HE IS ON FBWKDHWKDBSK so excited to see it,,, OH UR DOING A DOUBLE FEATURE??? SCREAMING PLS GET THE SEATS NOLAN WANTED PPL TO HAVE stop ur gonna feel the nuke irl 😭😭😭

You're right, KQ posted the "apology", not even Ateez's account??? And the apology was too vague imo, again if Indian/South Asian fans want to accept it that's their decision, I'm not saying people should cancel them and send then threats (it's happening and it's so bad), BUT some stans are ok with bare minimum, they just wanna move on… :/ that's what I told my friend, imagine if someone wrote a track called Kimchi Song, Asian people get so much shit for their native food, so it's incredibly insensitive. I don't wanna generalise, but I met so many Korean stans and while some were nice, some are simply crazy and lose their morals over kpop. On the other hand, one thing can tip them off, nothing serious and they can go from loving someone to sending them threats and???

yeah like the clear difference in followers and posting on the other acc had me side eyeing them,,, was v disappointed that it was yunsanhwa— omg do u rmr lee hyori doing sexy dance on a hindu mantra???? MY JAW WAS ON THE FLOOR HOW DO U BE THIS INSENSITIVE????? yeah ppl wanna move on but i am definitely side eyeing them for a while 🤨 but honestly i expected it, every idol has to do something like this with their whole chest 😭😭😭

It's a shame none of the members apologised, I like to think they wanted to, but idk. San posted on b.stage I thought he'd mention it, I understand it was his birthday, but… :/ I'm not usually personally affected by most of idols' fuck ups, but it always pisses me off regardless

i do too but that ur right that part,,, it always pisses me off when it be the ppl u never expected??? this one rly had me open my eyes a little like 🤚🏻

Exo possible collabs??? Exo on Killing Voice, well they definitely fucking killed :o /// Shinee, Teen Top, U-Kiss, Exo, Infinite, what year is this?! Remember when we would get so many 2nd/3rd gen ggs comebacks?! 2021 and 2022 😭😭😭😭

possible collabs,,, i need them to collab on a group album more often. THEY RLT DID BUT I WANTED A PT2 BC THERES SO MUCH AND THEM CHOOSING LOVE SHOT OVER TEMPO??? CRAZY. watching it made me realize how c razy their discography is, hit after hit and wow 🤚🏻 mr kim jongdae rly does it w so much ease, and baekhyun??? he’s a full time flirter, part time idol

I AM SO EXCITED FOR INFINITE LIKE DBWKDHWKHDKW WE SEE IDOL L 😭😭😭 FINALLY AFTER SO LONG CRYING FHWKDHWK hoping this summer brings good songs for everyone esp the 2/3rd gen groups that are coming back, we need that era back!

Baek, I got two tattoos during my trip and I already made appointments for two more, so pray for me lmao <333 /// Did you see model Hwa on the cover?! Sadly I don't have high hopes, because it's Cosmo and they usually have boring shoots, so far they look ok (but their clothes are basically their promo/stage fits? 😬) sigh - DV💖

WE NEED A DOODLE DRAWING OF THEM RIGHT NOW 🔫🔫 I DID SEE MODEL HWA COVER. ITS ALL BLACK AND WHITE BUT I GUESS ITS SOMETHING 😭😭😭 but did u see jeong yunho. why is he so big like that. i went thru a 15 min blankness looking at him

no cause fbwkdhwk

damn

AND HIM???

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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Manchester City 'considering an offer for former Man United target Frenkie de Jong' after missing out on Declan Rice

Manchester City 'considering an offer for former Man United target Frenkie de Jong' after missing out on Declan Rice Manchester City is contemplating the idea of pursuing Barcelona's Frenkie de Jong as a potential target, following their failure to secure the signing of Declan Rice. Manchester City, who recently achieved a treble, submitted a bid of £90 million for West Ham United captain Declan Rice earlier this week. However, negotiations fell through when Arsenal increased their offer to £100 million, with an additional £5 million in potential bonuses. It is now anticipated that Rice will complete his move to North London in the coming week. Nevertheless, Manchester City still have a strong desire to acquire a new midfielder after Ilkay Gundogan's departure upon the expiration of his contract, as he subsequently joined Barcelona. Frenkie de Jong, who had an impressive season at Barcelona, is being considered by Manchester City as a potential option. Despite persistent interest from Manchester United manager Erik ten Hag last summer, De Jong chose to remain at the Camp Nou. Upon arriving at Old Trafford, Dutch manager Erik ten Hag identified Frenkie de Jong, 26, as his primary transfer target. However, despite the prolonged transfer saga, de Jong remained resolute in his decision to stay at Barcelona. According to The Sun, Pep Guardiola, the manager of Manchester City, has expressed a strong interest in acquiring the Netherlands international. It is worth noting that Guardiola initially attempted to sign de Jong in 2019 following his remarkable season with Ajax but was unsuccessful as the midfielder ultimately joined Barcelona. Pep Guardiola is aware that Barcelona's management is open to selling players due to the ongoing financial challenges faced by the club. However, if Manchester City wants to secure Frenkie de Jong's services, they would need to match the £90 million offer that Barcelona was prepared to accept for Declan Rice. While de Jong has remained on Manchester United's list of desired players, the club seems to have shifted their focus to other targets, as they recently reached an agreement for Chelsea's Mason Mount. In June, de Jong himself spoke out to downplay the rumors and speculation surrounding his potential transfer during the summer window. Asked by Voetbal International if leaving is not an option this season, De Jong said: "That has been clear to me, also last summer when things were restless for a while. "I always knew that I wanted to stay at Barcelona, that’s why it wasn’t so stressful for me last summer. "Also, I had just signed a contract extension so I always felt that I was in control and able to decide for myself. "That’s why I didn’t bother . I feel good at Barcelona and assume that I will still be playing here next season." Manchester City 'considering an offer for former Man United target Frenkie de Jong' after missing out on Declan Rice Read the full article

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Why is Valkyrie not a hero? She came back to save her people and she also fighted with Thanos alongside others in Endgame, thats pretty heroic behavior.

I'm going to preface this by saying I love Valkyrie, just look at my url. But no she's not a hero, she's a warrior.

There is not much we know about her because the movies she's been in she wasn't fleshed out enough (we don't even know her name), hopefully in Thor 4 we'll get more from her, what we know so far is she took part in the colonization and genocide both Odin and Hela carried out in at least 8 realms. Now, that time is only mentioned in Ragnarok by Thor and Valkyrie herself as he mentions the "legendary" stories and how he had always wanted to be one of them.

THOR: The Valkyrie are legend, elite warriors of Asgard. You are sworn to defend the throne.

This is 100% propaganda and the best example of history being written by the victors. From Thor's perspective what the Valkyries did was epic: they brought peace and justice to those realms and expanded Asgard's rule across the universe. But if you ask those planets do you really think they would tell the same story, or would their recollection of events be entirely different?

A quick look at a history book will tell you that empires would usually lie to their people by telling them their conquest was always one of peace and exchange of cultural and sociological ideals. Remember the murals in the palace of Asgard of peace offerings, garden parties and peace treaties?

The reality was their will would be imposed by force, any native who wouldn't kneel before them would be massacred, they were forced to follow their orders and rulings, and the palace of Asgard was built by slaves out of stolen gold from other realms.

A far cry from those garden parties, right? No wonder these murals were covered by Odin and their history completely rewritten. As Hela puts it, "Odin was proud to have it but ashamed of how he got it". But let's not forget all this death was carried out by Odin, Hela - and the Valkyries as well.

So Val took part in all that and did so willingly and for centuries. Until the end when Odin chose to stop the genocide, started calling himself the protector of the 9 realms he had previously decimated and Hela turned against him.

VALKYRIE: Look, I already faced her (Hela) once back when I believed in the throne, and it cost me everything. THAT'S what's wrong with Asgard. The throne, the secrets, the whole golden sham.

As you can see there Val says she "believed in the throne". What she means by that is what Odin was asking of her and her sisters (to force their will on those realms) was something she agreed to, she had been indoctrinated to believe the Asgardians were the superior beings and everyone else in those planets were inferior to them, incapable of ruling themselves and needing of their "guidance".

That last line about the "golden sham" could be interpreted as her growing tired of the lies and their conquest but personally I think it's way too vague, especially for a movie that claims to be open about colonization.

After all her sisters are murdered by Hela she moves to Sakaar and spends her days drinking her life away. I sympathize with her but at no point she shows any remorse for the things she did as a Valkyrie. She feels regret and grief and pain from losing her sisters, that's all. And frankly I don't blame her, years upon years of indoctrination can't be easy to let go of.

VALKYRIE: Look, I've spent years in a haze trying to forget my past. Sakaar seemed like the best place to drink and forget and to die one day. I don't plan to stop drinking, but I don't want to forget. I can't turn away anymore. So, if I'm gonna die, well... it may as well be driving my sword through the heart of that murderous hag.

Again, she's blinded by vengeance and she wants to avenge her sisters. Not a peep about her time as a Valkyrie and her conscious involvement in it.

She fights the zombie einherjar until all the Asgardians board the ship, at that point not only she's focused on vengeance but she wants her people (once Thor convinced her to return to Asgard she immediately starts moving to help them) to be safe too:

VALKYRIE: The people are safe. That's all that matters.

As she expresses her pain and sorrow at watching Surtur destroy her home. She still loves Asgard and her people and there's a lovely selflessness to it all.

After this it is confirmed (not shown) that she helps her people board a few vessels in order to escape Thanos and she leads and basically rules the Asgardians during those 5 years of the blip while Thor is way too depressed and finds himself incapable of helping anyone. At the end she joins the einherjar and the rest of the heroes to defeat Thanos and eventually they win.

So, does this make her a hero? In my opinion? No. She's a warrior, her full focus in the past was to protect the throne and ensure Asgard's power and authority, when that was over she spent countless years enslaving innocents for the Grandmaster to be killed off as entertainment in the arena and in the end she protected her people and fought Thanos. She's flawed, she can be good and bad, she's not bounded by right or wrong or hero or villain, she's a warrior which means she can be a bit of both. And that's why I love her.

The problem is Asgard's propaganda about Valkyries has successfully gotten in the minds of the fans and too many people see them as heroic women who would kick ass while flying their beautiful pegasi. Reality however is a little more complicated than that.

Please don't get me wrong, she's capable of doing great things and putting her life at risk to save those she cares about. But that's just the thing, a warrior can do and be everything from good to bad. And I believe heroes tend to be more squeezed in little boxes where they refuse to do immoral things even when the results are right. In short, ends justify the means for her but not for them.

#Valkyrie #marvel valkyrie #Asgard #Odin #Hela #Ragnarok

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