#he didn't mention that height included :v
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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z.... with Goo ~~Thank you~~
O my gosh! Who are you Anon? I wanna know. But anyways here is your fic. Hope you like it.
𝐆𝐨𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭
— Goo Kim x Female Reader
SYNOPSIS : A-Z alphabetical smut with Goo Kim.
WARNINGS : Cursing, mature content, mention of sex toys, mention of hentai, sex positions, kinks, not proofread, minors dni and don't press 'read more' and then report. Please.
𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
A = Aftercare (what they sre like after sex)
Don't expect aftercare from this man please. If it's just a random hookup, he is out as soon as he you guys finish. If it's more like friends with benefits then maybe, maybe he will do some aftercare.
But if it's more serious like you two are dating or married (not if it's a one sided relationship) Goo will take care of you. First thing after sex is a kiss on your forehead and praises for being good.
Goo, or most of the Lookism characters, has the stamina of horses. So you might be backed out but he is perfectly fine. Goo would either pillow talk or cuddle you to sleep.
B = Body part (favorite body part their own or their partner's)
His own favourite body part is his height. He is pretty tall for an Korean man. He is even 1 cm taller than damn Gun Park (even if it's just 1 cm, a win is a win.)
Now his favourite body part of you is your waist. He has pretty big hands that he likes to wrap around your waist. While making out, when you are sitting on his lap, Goo holds your waist gently ans guides you to grind on his bulge. Other than that, he simply likes to wrap his arm around your waist and bury his head in your neck.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically…)
Goo fucks you raw and dumb. Pulling out his dick, Goo parts your lips to see thick white cum, oozing out of your pussy. Goo scoops it in his hand before thrusting it back in you.
D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
It hurts Goo's pride but he wants to have threesom with you and Gun. Girls are fawning over that man so he must be good and Goo also has this crazy kink. Why? He doesn't know but he thinks about Gun wrecking you up while he masterbates to the scene, fills him up with lust.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Goo has tons of experience from all those years he spent whoring around. In fact he probably has more experience than you do. He knows exactly what he is doing. He has studied you so well that even a slight twitch of your eye can tell how you are feeling. Not like he would care if you tell him to stop. He will do whatever the fuck he wants.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Goo likes control but I imagine him to like Irish Garden Sex Position and Spread Legs Sex Position and positions like these the most.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Of course he is goofy. Is that even a question? When he is rutting into you, rearranging you guts. You lost in moment, with overwhelming pleasure. And that the moment Goo think is the perfect time to crack a stupid ass joke. But he still doesn't stop. He gose on like that didn't just happened with a manic smile.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Goo is well groomed. He visits professional salons at least once a month. To get his hair done and other things. He shaves religiously. And FOR SOME REASON he thinks it funny to bleach his public hair just like his hair.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Goo can switch between being an romantic lover to a goofy one easily. So easy that even sometimes you are left baffled. One minute he is teasing you and being playful and the next he is worshipping your body like a temple, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
J = Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
Goo jacks off not because is always horny but because he is simply board. He would have the real thing (you) but if that's not possible, Goo will jack off thinking about you. Instead of his hand he would imagine his hands to be your mouth.
K = Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)
Goo is a pretty kinky guy and that's for sure. Some of his kinks would be— choking you, vibrators, bondage, whipping, cosplay, foreplay, vouyresim, auralism, somnophilia, unprotected sex etc.
L = Location (where they like to get it on)
Goo doesn't give a fuck about the location. Most of the time it's wherever he could get his hands on you. Bedroom, living room, Gun's bedroom, back of the car, Charles's office, in front of someone after beating them to death, women's washroom. HE. DOES. NOT. CARE
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Goo is a damn whore. You wear a dress that flawnts your beautiful neck and he is hard. Or when the flowy skirt brushes against your thighs. When you are bending down to pick something up from the ground, giving him the full view of the panty clinging to your pussy. Everything about you is a turn on for him.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Hurting you. Goo is a pretty rickless guy but he would never hurt you, specially if you're someone dear to him. Surprisingly, Goo is also not into daddy kink. That is a big turn off for him. Goo doesn't like fireplay or knifeplay even if is pretty rickless.
O = Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
More than giving he prefers you giving him a handjob or blowjob. Sometimes when he is stressed and he would call you and wishper breathlessly 'I need you' and you understand everything you have to do.
Your warm mouth wrapped around his cock, coating it with your saliva. The lipstick you were often smudging on his dick. You struggle to take the full length in your mouth and look up at him with your doe eyes, prickling with tears. Goo would grab the back of your head, forcing his shaft hit the back of your throat.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on his mood. For the most part Goo is painfully slow. He likes to drag it as long as possible. He is sensual too. Moving hair from your sweaty forehead to see you better. Leaving feather kisses on your skin. Entangling his fingers with your.
But when you two are close to cum, his speeds up. Thrust becoming rough and hard. His tip hitting on your g-spot with each thrust.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Goo doesn't have a fixed schedule. He never knows when that maniac Charles Choi will summon for him so quickies are something Goo really likes.
He will have at least one quickie every single day. He is a whore after all. And if it's you then he needs to have you. Quickies are common in your sex life.
Quickies are rough and fast. He would randomly corner you away from people's eyes on. Lifting your legs to his hips, Goo would slip your panties to the side and bury himself in you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Goo loves risk. What is life without risk? He is open to try new things any day. He watches anime so there is a big chance that he also watches and probably reads hentai. He has no problem with trying all the kinky shits going on in them.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Goo has stamina of horses. He can go hours and hours fucking without breaking a sweat and he does. On his day offs, the starts with delicious breakfast and when you are full Goo fucks you all over the house. Kitchen island, bedroom, living room, in the shower, by the pool and even in the garden. This gose on with breaks in between for you and till the next day.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Goo takes pride in himself that he doesn't need any help from toys to satisfy you. The toys are simply for his whether they are being used on him or you. He does have a vast amount of erotic toys.
If he is annoyed or angry with you, he would cuff you hands and legs to the bed and put a automatic dildo between your leg on lowest speed and leave for work. By the time he comes home the would be soked with your cum and you would be crying and begging him to stop. But Goo would still fuck your sensetive swollen pussy till you pass out.
U = Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)
Goo is a sadistic bitch so of course he LOVES to tease you and torture you. His favourite game is orgasm deniel. Like I said Goo uses toys for his pleasure. When you plan to go out with friends leaving you baby behind, Of he knows before hand then he would sneak a tiny vibrator in your cunt when you are asleep. And when you are with your friends Goo would suddenly turn it on and off. So you would have to control your expression throughout the day and curse that blonde bitch.
V = Volume (are they loud, what suounds, and do they talk)
Goo is a moaner, an unapologetic moaner. He is a slut and everyone should know it by now.
When you are giving him head or he is inside of and your nails dug into his delicate skin, that draws slutiest moans out of him.
W = Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)
Goo loves anime and to surprise him you often cosplay as anime characters. When you put on those skimpy outfits and wait for him, sitting on the bed like a obedient puppy, Goo feels his body filling up in lust and desire. Good luck to your pussy.
X= X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I feel like Goo is big. Bigger than Gun or Samuel (which is a lot.). He has had his dick pearled. A small bead inserted a little away from the crown.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
His sex drive is not too much or too less. He definitely jerks off everyday and has sex. Maybe once or sometimes even more than trice. It depends on his mood and how stressed he is. One thing for sure, his biggest turn on is you.
Z= Zzzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Goo usually comes home tired from all the gang works and if you have long session of sex, he would instantly fall asleep after you are done. But before drifting into sleep he would hold you down on the bed so that you can't escape, mumble a 'Love you' in his drowsy state.
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For the Sake of a Smile (V.2) Chapter Three
Title: For the Sake of a Smile (Revised)
Overall Rating: Mature (18+)
Chapter Rating: E for Everyone
Trigger warnings: Nothing beyond the child abuse hinted in the series, though we do explore the consequences a bit more.
Main Pairing: Balam Shichiro/Reader
Summary: Hell on earth was your motto for your job. Granted, you were pretty sure earth really was hell, considering the shit you had seen in your life. And the fact your coworker was a child.
A child named Suzuki Iruma, in fact. A kid who’s life was decidedly worse than yours, but yet he smiled despite everything. It wasn’t long after meeting him that you decided you’d do a lot for his smile. Including summoning a literal demon and signing your soul away.
But as it turns out, hell (The Netherworld, actually) was a lot better than living on earth. Demons were more humane than a lot of humans you knew.
And Iruma’s smile wasn’t the only one that would change your life.
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A month after you began your new job, and you had to admit you were thoroughly enjoying your new life. For possibly the first time in memory, you felt content; no longer working for the future in hopes it would be better, you were happily living in the moment.
Every day you were surrounded by books, able to read to your heart's content. Iruma and his friends would visit throughout the day, which made your heart warm seeing him so happy as well.
You were even warming up to Sullivan and Opera, and starting to see them as family. It was hard to believe that for the first time you could remember, you had a family all of your own, as odd as it was. A son you had more or less adopted, in part because of a contract with a demon. A father figure that seized every opportunity he could to tell you and Iruma how excited he was to have you both in his life, as if to make up for the lack of love in your past.
And then Opera…. Well, they didn't have a defined role, but they were definitely part of the family. And slowly accepting you like the cat they resembled.
The one thing that was giving you a headache was getting the Library organized. Akuma and some others had helped you to get the bookcases and tables back into perfect shape-- including making a few reading nooks inspired by places you seen in the human realm. More relaxed, comfortable spots for students to escape to. Which left the organization of the books themselves.
There were the basic categories like History (except the Netherworld history was a whirlwind in a half itself), literature (which was surprisingly small, with no 'classics' yet established), and biology (which, diving deeper into the subject, was so much stranger than fiction). But then there were the odder topics like Torture, Familiars, Astrology, Psychiatry. Not to mention the seemingly endless categories of different kinds of magic such as Seduction, Elemental, Bloodline, Magical Apparatuses, and so much more.
You rubbed your head as you tried to stave off a headache from trying to create an organization chart. You looked up from your worksheet, thinking about popping into the kitchens for a cup of hell-gray tea. The staff were still amazed how horrible any of your attempts at creating the most basic drinks turned out, so they were always happy to supply you with a fresh kettle.
You froze as your tired mind noticed the man demon crouching behind a nearby bookcase (that did little to hide him). Granted, this wasn't the first time you had caught someone staring at you; usually it was a student watching in awed terror, hearing one of the outlandish rumors that had started to circulate after Iruma's evil cycle.
Except there was no way in hell (heaven?) that this demon was a student. After all, even though he was crouching you were sure he likely rivaled Sullivan in height. Long wild silver hair framed large, broad shoulders, and a metal mask covered his lower face.
What was most striking, besides his height and girth, was the fact his lower legs were those of a bird, complete with sharp curved talons.
After a long moment of just staring at the demon (who, to be fair, was doing the exact same) you realized you were probably being rude and offered an awkward wave.
The gesture seemed to shake him from his own thoughts, his pale skin turning dark with a blush as he stood, stepping out from behind the bookcase.
He…he was easily a foot taller than you, possibly even two. Your heart thumped as he stepped closer, so quiet despite being so massive.
"Can I help you?" You offered, not sure if your heart was thrumming because of instinctual fear of something being able to loom over you like he did, or something else just as instinctual that was highly inappropriate at the moment.
Realizing that you had a size kink at work was not on your to-do list for the day.
"You're Iruma's mother?" He asked, his voice a low rumble that did not help your situation any. Thankfully, the mention of your adopted son did help your thoughts focus, pushing those feelings away for you to address later.
"What did he do now?" You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose. You were excited - ecstatic even - that he had friends; a whole class he got along with as he found his place.
But damn, did he have to draw so much attention to himself?
The demon looked around, and you realized he was checking to see if there were any prying ears trying to listen in. Though, no one appeared to be giving either of you much attention as they studied hard to make up for misused time over the last semester. (Though a few looked like they were ready to bolt for some reason as well.)"Is... there somewhere private we can talk?"
You froze for a moment; two scenarios popping into your mind. Either Iruma caused even more chaos (But, why wasn't Kalego showing up to complain bitterly about the Misfit's class' antics?)
Or… well, the other situation was far less likely, so you doubted it was anything more than your libido finally waking up now that your other needs had been met.
"Y-yeah," You stammered as you tried to push those thoughts to the dark recesses of your mind. "Let me show you my office. I, uh, take it you're one of the professors?"
"Right, sorry. I am Professor Balam," He introduced as he followed you around to the door of your office. "I'm substituting for the Netherworld history teacher today, but I'm actually the head of the Imaginary Creatures Research Division."
His words made you pause and turn towards him. This was Balam Shichiro? You had spent hours reading his books on ‘imaginary creatures’ or - as you knew them - normal plants and animals. There had been a sort of bittersweet humor as you read the theories and thoughts about the ‘defenseless and weak’ versions of the animals of the Netherworld.
You realized you were staring as he tilted his head slightly, curiosity apparent despite his odd mask covering the majority of his face. “Sorry! I just, uh, really like your book: 'Flora and Fauna of the Human Realm.' I’ve probably read it almost a dozen times by now.”
“Oh? Really?” He blushed, and you were pretty sure he was smiling behind his mask. “Thank you! I haven’t met a lot of people genuinely interested in my works outside the academic circle.”
“I’m a bit of a bookworm,” You excused as you opened the door of the office and gestured for him to enter. It was small and cozy for you, so you could only imagine how he felt. “I would offer some tea, but, um, I’m told that my tea-making skills are abysmal. I do have some snacks if you want?”
“Oh, um, no thank you," He shook his head, looking rather nervous himself. Which was odd, to say the least, to have this towering giant of a demon looking so shy and nervous. "I'm here to talk about something Iruma said…”
You waited patiently for him to continue, but instead he seemed unable to. His gloved hands fidgeted anxiously, his dark eyes unable to meet yours.
“Hey,” You tried to soothe by resting a hand on his much larger wrist. His dark eyes finally met yours, looking rather surprised. “Despite the rumors, I am not that scary," You tried to tease to lighten the mood. "Well, unless someone defamed a book or something. And I highly doubt Iruma would do that.”
“He told me you both are humans,” He blurted out, making you freeze. You stared at him for a long time, positive you had misheard him. His mask did slightly muffle his words.
“I-I’m sorry, but he said what?”
--+--
Balam had spent most of his life studying other forms of life; dreaming and theorizing of what life was like in the human realm. Ideas supplemented only by ancient texts and legends.
And this.week? Being able to meet not one human, but two? He could hardly believe his luck. Especially considering Kalego's wariness.
Except, in a way, you two were a threat to Babyls, just not in the way the Guard Dog was thinking. If the others found out there were two humans amongst them, there would be chaos.
Yet, you were the ones most in danger. Many - if not all - other demons would love to tear you and Iruma to shreds.
Part of him wanted to study you, still amazed by the fact he had this opportunity. A human adult and child? Here? Not just in the Netherworld, but in Babyls as a student and staff member!
Yet another part wanted to protect you, whisk you both away to somewhere you would be safe from his fellow demons. Iruma woke dormant parental instincts with those wide trusting eyes, looking more adorable than a newborn hell-kitten. And you….
You were beautiful. He had been so caught up in the revelation that it had taken you acknowledging his presence with an awkward wave to snap him out of it.
He followed you like a hellhound pup, trying to mentally prepare himself for the impending conversation. "By the way, I'm aware you're human but I promise I don't want to eat you, just study you and learn everything I can about the human realm--"
He managed to get out the fact Iruma had admitted you were both human, and trailed off as he watched that soft smile on your face fade, along with your color. Worry took root in his stomach as you turned pale and stammered: "I'm sorry, but he said what?"
"He told me your story," He explained, stepping closer in case you fainted. He knew that humans were far more frail, could shock and fear cause you actual harm?
In an instant, you changed. A snarl appeared on your lips, your eyes narrowing and alight with a very familiar gleam.
The rage of a mother with a youngling in danger.
“Where is he?” You growled and he half-expected mana to flood the room in response to your anger.
Except you were human. You had no mana - couldn’t perform any magic - you were completely powerless and defenseless. You were weaker than the smallest insect.
But that didn’t seem to faze you in the least bit.
"He's okay," He tried to reassure, but it didn't answer your question.
"Where. Is. He?" You snarled again as you stepped closer, standing tall but still so small and cute.
“His next class, I believe he said it was with Professor Stolas.”
You were off like one of Bars’ arrows, darting past him, out of the library and down the hall. He didn’t even think before following after, easily keeping up with your sprint. You gave no care to the students darting out of your way, whispers growing in your wake.
You only stopped when you reached the courtyard Stolas was holding her class, Iruma’s blue hair standing out clearly among the rest as they sat in the grass while the devi-botany teacher demonstrated some of the techniques used to harvest valuable plants.
“He’s safe,” You whispered, pressing a hand to your chest as the manic energy fled your form. “Oh thank god, he’s safe.”
“Of course he is,” He reassured as he approached, his hand naturally finding its place on top of your hair, soothing the strands that had been displaced during your sprint. “You and Iruma are very…special,” He continued, careful of his words since you weren’t exactly somewhere private. “I would never hurt either of you, but I cannot say the same of my colleagues.”
“No shit,” You murmured with half a laugh. “I get a reminder of that every time someone sings the school anthem.”
“That would be rather daunting, wouldn’t it?” He hummed, reflecting on the song but from the perspective of a human.
There was a long pause before you shifted, pulling away from him with a dark look once more on your face. “So, cut to the chase. What are your terms?”
“Terms?” He asked, rather puzzled.
You gave a wry smile, “I’m not new to the blackmailing business. Not after working for a factory that was a cover for drug and money smuggling. What do you want in return for your silence?”
"Nothing!" He quickly defended, "I promise, I don't want anything in return."
It was apparent from the look on your face that you didn't believe him. He had to admit, compared to Iruma, you were so much more distrustful it surprised him. It was oddly reassuring that you weren't as open as trusting as your son. You were aware of the danger that you both were in, and willing to protect Iruma.
But you were powerless. So small and weak.
"I don't believe you," You stated as you crossed your arms. "I've been here long enough to know that altruism isn't common among demons. There has to be a reason, something you want."
He paused for a moment, looking around to assure that no one was trying eavesdropping. "I have always been fascinated by the human realm and the creatures there," He started once he assured that no one was within earshot. "So, to me, you and Iruma are extremely special. You're direct sources from that realm. I suppose I have hopes that perhaps we could discuss that in the future."
The look on your face reminded him of a creature on the precipice of trusting him; still unsure but willing to take the chance.
"I promise," He spoke softly, holding out his hand to you. "I will not tell another soul of your origins. I will protect you and Iruma, and all I want in return for whatever knowledge you're willing to share."
You bit your lip, but took his offering. Your hand was so small and tiny in his that he couldn't help but marvel. Your nails were pale, the tips rounded, not at all equipped to serve as weapons.
You were placing your trust in him. The significance wasn't lost on him, but he had meant every word he said. You and Iruma would have not only the protection he gave to everyone at Babyls, but more if needed.
Granted, you already had Lord Sullivan and Opera's protection as well. But being human in the Netherworld, he doubted there would be such a thing as being overprotected.
"Professor Balam!" Iruma's cheerful voice interrupted the moment, and you pulled away from him. Balam fought the instinct to pull you close like he did many students, except he was concerned his skinship habit would scare you off.
And that was the last thing he needed.
Instead he waved to the boy, who waved back, his smile bright. The smile morphed in confusion as Iruma noticed the smaller form next to the teacher, who had her hands on her hips and a disapproving look. "Mom? What are you…."
Realization struck the boy as he looked between Balam and you. "Oh. Oh."
"Yes, oh," You growled, "I am very disappointed in you, Iruma."
Iruma wilted, those wide blue eyes full of life became like a puppy's.
"Ma'am!" Az protested instantly as the boy shrank. always ready to defend Iruma. "Iruma has done nothing to warrant such displeasure."
"Yeah, Iru-mama!" Clara quickly appeared at Iruma's side, equally oblivious but steadfast as she clung to the boy. “Iruma-kins has been too busy studying with us to get into any trouble!”
"He knows what he did," You answered. "G… Devi, Iruma. You terrified me." The anger shifted into near tears as you moved forward, falling to your knees before Iruma and pulling him into a hug. "I was so scared."
"I'm sorry," Balam could hear Iruma answer, gripping her just as tight.
"What happened?" Az asked quietly, all the while Clara just joined in on the hug. You didn't even think before wrapping your arm around the girl.
"It's complicated," Balam explained, mentally taking notes on how you had seemed to automatically accept Clara. Was it because the girl was a close classmate of Iruma's? Or because she had initiated contact first?
"Right." You sniffed as you pulled away, wiping away the few tears. "We will have a conversation later, but right now you should probably hurry to your next class."
"Yes ma'am," Iruma answered, wiping his eyes. "I…I didn't mean to, by the way. It was an accident."
You nodded your head, ruffling his hair before shoo'ing the three down the hall. Balam watched with interest as you took a steadying breath, wiping your eyes once more.
"Do go easy on the boy,” Balam said softly. “I may have cornered him without realizing it."
"I just wish he would think before he acts some time,” You admitted quietly, still avoiding his gaze. Balam gave into temptation and began to pet your hair. Thankfully, you didn't startle as he half-expected, but seemed to readily accept his touch. “I never realized being too nice could be such a problem before I met him."
Met? That caught Balam's attention, his automatic stroking of your hair pausing in surprise. He wanted to ask more, however the 'bell' cried out at the start of the next class, reminding him sharply of the time.
His stomach turned as realization struck. "I'm late for my own class."
--+--
Throughout the day, you overheard students bemoaning professor Balam's return, which only made your stomach twist even more.
Not only had someone outside the family discovered your truth, but apparently he terrified the students. Granted, you didn't completely believe the rumours of him kidnapping students to conduct experiments on them, mainly because you couldn't see the staff that prided themselves for safeguarding their students allowing such behavior.
But it did make your own overactive imagination construct situations of the giant demon 'researching' you or Iruma, and finding the differences between humans and demons.
No. Sullivan wouldn't allow that. He swore you and Iruma were safe here. You had to trust him.
You knew you should tell Sullivan, but the downside of beginning to see him as a father-figure was you were now worried he'd be disappointed in you and Iruma. How would he react to the news? What would the fallout of the discovery be?
Would you be sent away, deemed a failure as a mother? Would he send both you and Iruma back to your former life?
Would the charade be over, and you and Iruma would be fair game to demons of the realm, no longer kept protected?
"...Apparently, the only teacher who's been seen around Balam is Kalego. Why is it the two scariest teachers are in agreement with each other?"
That… gave you an idea. You weren't very familiar with the teachers, and you weren't even that close to the other faculty other than when they helped you with the Library.
But, you were somewhat acquainted with Kalego. Mainly from the fact he was Iruma's homeroom teacher, and Iruma had recounted more than a few stories about him.
Were you actually considering this? He would not be happy with the intrusion. But you were such a mess you felt like it was your only option.
--+--
No one came into Kalego's office, except for Balam and Lord Sullivan. No other professor, and definitely no student. Especially since the Misfit class had claimed Royal One.
Yet, here you were, sitting in the other chair Lord Sullivan insisted he had. "What are you doing here?" The dark-hair demon growled, his irritation evident. He would be annoyed no matter what. But right now, it was the End of Terminus, which was stressful enough. And now someone dared to enter his private sanctuary? The only place he could escape from both student and teacher?
He had half a mind to summon Cerberion and ‘escort’ you back to the library where you belonged.
"I came to talk about Balam,” You said, apparently unconcerned about the dark glare he graced you with. “I heard you two are friends."
Kalego narrowed his eyes even further as he snarled. "We are old classmates, nothing like the ‘friends’ of the misfit class." Devil, the ‘friends’ Iruma, Alice, and Clara was the bane of his existence. Next to Lord Sullivan and Opera. And probably tied with Bar.
"Adult friends are just coworkers who don't annoy you every time they open their mouth," You stated as you waved your hand, as if dismissing his previous statement. You shifted in the chair, looking at him intently. "But, I just wanted to know… how much do you trust him?"
Your question surprised Kalego, though he answered without even thinking. "I trust Shichiro with my life. I don't think there is another demon out there that I trust more."
You hummed thoughtfully, eyes unfocused and clearly deep in thought. Silence lingered, for which he was grateful.
He was still confused as to why you were here. Surely it was more than his opinion of his fellow teacher.
"Again. What are you doing here?" He growled. His office was his private sanctuary. He did not want anyone - especially Lord Sullivan's kin - to start wandering in whenever they pleased.
"What? You can come to me and complain about my son and his entire class but I can't come ask your opinion on someone?" You shot back, crossing your arms and challenging his look.
He huffed slightly, crossing his arms as well. "I came to you in hopes you could instruct your child to behave, as he is the obvious leader of his classmates. You're his mother, he'll listen to you." He also didn't dare approach Lord Sullivan with his issues, else he'd get caught up in the elder demon's fawning for the child.
"Does any child actually listen to their parent?" You sighed, but stood and stepped towards the door. "Do you really trust Balam that much?"
"He's loyal, even tempered, and for as powerful as he is, he's humble about it," He answered honestly. "Truly, the only thing that bothers me at times is his skinship habits.”
"Skinship?” You looked honestly confused, by the term, surprising him.
Where did Lord Sullivan hide you and Iruma that you both picked up on such strange concepts, but not other more basic ones? "The petting. He can't resist touching people. Or anything that moves, really.”
"Oh. I thought he was being condescending because I'm so much shorter than him."
Kalego scoffed at the idea. "Shichiro is rarely ever condescending, even towards the most idiotic students, let alone a fellow faculty member."
"Huh. Got it. Thanks for the talk Kalego.”
He barely acknowledged your departure with a grunt, focusing back on the homework he was trying to grade. Still, your words echoed in his thoughts: adult friends are just coworkers who don't annoy you every time they open their mouth.
That made a lot more sense than what the Misfit class whispered and prattled on about. If that was the definition of friend, then Shichiro certainly was counted among them.
Still, why were you curious about his opinion on Shichiro?
--+--
Iruma was quiet at supper later that evening, picking at his food instead of gobbling it like usual. You hadn't had a chance to really talk to him about what happened. It tore at you to see him so unlike himself, but at the same time, you kept replaying the moment over and over, the instant fear that something had happened to him. All rational thought had fled as you sprinted through the halls, desperate to see for yourself he was okay.
Lord Sullivan looked between you and Iruma, before whining “Okay, what happened between my two favorite people? I’ve never seen either of you so gloomy!”
You and Iruma's eyes met, and the boy looked down guiltily. Part of you wanted to hide the discovery…
But Sullivan had been nothing but caring. And since Kalego had more or less backed up the feeling you could trust Balam….
Maybe it would be okay.
“Well, so…" You started off hesitantly, setting down the cutlery before taking a deep breath. "Our secret’s been discovered. By one of the professors."
“Which Professor?” Sullivan asked in a tone and manner that reminded you that your ‘dopey’ adopted father was the chairdemon of Babyls, and apparently one of the most powerful demons in the Netherworld.
A shiver of fear went down your spine, your heart pounding in your chest. Memories of displeasing people in the past, and the often-disastrous results flashed through your mind.
You were a second away from moving to protect Iruma from the perceived threat when the boy answered Sullivan's question without a trace of fear that was flooding your system.
“Professor Balam,” Iruma confessed, sulking into his chair ashamed. “I didn't mean to, it just blurted out after he started fussing about me being a demon with no wings.”
“We’re safe then,” Opera said as they filled your cup full of tea, their own shoulders relaxing faintly. “He was my kohai back in Babyls, and I doubt he’s changed much.”
“Professor Balam has been nothing but nice!” Iruma quickly added. “I-I really am sorry that I blurted it out without thinking, and he lectured me about being more careful and everything for hours.”
“Opera is right,” Sullivan agreed reservedly. “Out of any of the professors, Balam would be the one I am least concerned about. However, you do need to be more careful, Iruma."
You finally relaxed into the chair with a relieved sigh. It was okay. Everything was going to stay the same, more or less, and you and Iruma were in no heightened danger.
"Now please, eat up!" Sullivan continued, reverting back to his usual self as he fussed over the boy. "I hate seeing my precious grandson look so gloomy when there’s food in front of him! You need to eat plenty to keep up your strength for studying!”
“I did make your favorites.” Opera offered a faint smile to Iruma before placing a hand on your shoulder. “And I’ll make some calming tea for you as well.”
You smiled back. Things were going to be okay.
--+--
"Hey, Iruma?" You knocked on the boy's door despite it being wide open, letting you see him bent over his desk, studying.
He looked up with a small smile. "Yeah mom?"
It warmed your heart that he still referred to you as such, even when it was just you and him. "Would you mind if I come in?"
You could see a flash of confusion on his face, still unused to the concept of his own, private space. You knew Sullivan loved to barge in whenever, but you wanted to help him get used to the idea he could set boundaries. "I, uh, yeah? Sure?”
"I wanted to talk to you about today--not to scold you, again," You clarified once you saw his expression fall. "I just wanted to be sure you knew the reason I got upset was because I worry a lot. Especially about you." You sat on the edge of his bed, gaze focused on your hands.
This was as awkward for you as it was for him, probably. Unlike Sullivan, who took to the role of doting grandfather like a duck to water, you weren’t so quick to change from protective coworker to actual mother figure. Yes, there was always that maternal protectiveness, but there were moments like these -- where you tried to help him grow into a better person. This you weren't so great at.
"You mean a lot to me," You continued honestly. "And I was so scared you were in danger. Things had been going so well I let my guard down…and well, I may have overreacted a little. So, I'm sorry if…"
Your words were cut off as he tackled you with a hug. You fell back into the bed, your arms wrapped automatically around him as he collapsed on the bed next to you. "I should have thought before saying anything, it just blurted out." He mumbled into your shoulder. "He was telling me about how he received his scar, and he thought we were alike in that way, and…He just seemed like such a nice, honest person."
"It's okay," you reassured, rubbing his back. "Everyone seems to agree that professor Balam is a good person, so all's well that ends well."
"He's been nothing but super nice, and kinda fussy like you were when we first met, lecturing me to be careful and everything. He even made some picture books to help with my studies!"
"Picture books?" Iruma untangled himself from you and ran over to his desk, while you struggled with the fact apparently the towering, crazed-looking demon made picture books.
Which made you wonder, had Iruma just confessed to Balam today. Or had it been a few days ago?
Your thoughts came to an abrupt halt when Iruma returned to your side with one of the cutest picture books you had ever seen before; chibi drawings of Az, Clara, and Iruma holding hands on the cover page.
You… were definitely going to have to apologize to the demon. Your heart gave a squeeze as you flipped through the pages with Iruma, beyond touched that he would do this for your adopted son. Not only was it the cutest thing you had seen, but Iruma explained it really helped him finally grasp different aspects of magic.
--+--
You waited until you knew that Professor Balam had an open period before slipping from the Library and down the hall towards the biology classrooms, easily finding the biology prep room.
It took a while to work up your bravery before knocking on the door. The courage quickly fled as the sound echoed down the hall and you wanted to flee with it. Apologies were not your strong suit, but you needed to be on his good side, now more than ever.
Not only did he seem to be genuine and nice, even going the extra distance to help Iruma pass his classes with frankly adorable picture books. But, he really could be someone you could trust with your secret.
Which, honestly, was a relief the more you thought about it. You could always use more allies in a world that would kill you if given the chance.
Before you could give in to the impulse to flee, the door opened. There was an instinctive shiver of fear as Balam looked down at you, reminding you how small you were compared to him.
Thankfully, instead of anger or annoyance, surprise colored his voice when he said your name. "How can I help you?"
"I wanted to apologize," you blurted out and held out your apology gift. "I shouldn't have been distrustful or rude. Opera said these were your favorites, so…"
He gently took the small package of sweets from your hand, looking at it carefully. "I wouldn't think Opera would remember after all this time."
"They did." Thankfully, you added mentally. Otherwise you would have stressed even more last night, and probably well into the morning. "Iruma showed me the books you made…"
His attention sharply turned back to you, his pale face turning pink. "He did?"
"Mmhmm." You nodded, happy to change topics. "They are so cute, I absolutely loved them! They even kinda help me so I can organize the library better by category…."
"You liked them?" He interrupted rather excitedly. "Really?"
"Uh, yeah?" How could someone not? "I mean, they're easy to read, and those drawings are just too cute." Which, at the time, it had been hard to equate the tall, looming demon with those sweet drawings, but the way he was all but beaming at your praise confirmed that they were his.
It made that gnawing feeling of guilt even worse. You took a deep breath before biting the bullet. "I wanted to apologize for my actions the other day. It was wrong for me to jump to conclusions like that."
Balam's hand fell on your head rubbing your hair gently. "Don't worry about it, I learned a long time ago how protective mothers can be of their young. Though, one thing has been confusing me…" He admitted, "What do you mean when you said you met Iruma?"
Oh. You forgot you had said that. It probably wasn't normal for a mother to speak about their child that way. Part of you wanted to deny and deflect, but…
You wanted to be honest, and trust him. "Well, it's rather complicated. Could we, uh, speak in private?"
He tilted his head, bit moved aside and gestured for you to enter.
The room was lined with packed bookcases, vines growing from the ceiling, making it feel cozy and almost cramped, despite the fact it was nearly as spacious as a classroom.
"Iruma…isn't my biological son," You stated as soon as the door closed. "I love him as if he is, but you should know that if we're going to be completely honest."
The statement seemed to perplex Balam as he sat on the couch large and tall enough for him. "Not your son? Is that common for humans?"
"Well, it's not uncommon," You explained, hesitating for a moment before joining him. As large as the couch was, Balam took up enough space and caused the cushions to sink enough you ended up rather close.
Kalego's word of Balam's 'skinship' habits replayed in your mind as Balam's fingers ran along your scalp, as if you were some type of animal he was mindlessly petting. And despite the initial flare of fear of having someone unfamiliar touch you, the repetitive movement actually… felt nice. Just like the warmth his large body radiated, causing something instinctual in you to feel safe. Protected.
You really were finding some new things about yourself lately. "I don't know how much Iruma told you," You continued as you pushed those thoughts away. "But his birth parents were…neglectful, to say the least. And, well, it's hard not to love and want to mother the boy. But yeah, most humans if they see children in bad situations or orphans will want to step in and take care of them. We're social creatures, after all." You paused before cautiously continuing: "Are demons not that way?"
Sullivan after all readily adopted both you and Iruma, and then the fact the teachers were so dedicated to the students made you think that demonkind were as social as humans. But Balam's expression made you wonder otherwise."
"No, we aren't," He answered, "We mainly stick to our hierarchical clans, and anyone outside our family is not to be trusted. Their fates don't matter either, even if they're children"
"But, what about this school?" You asked, tilting your head to look up at him. "The faculty is so dedicated to the students. And you have a society not that different from ours."
"Well, most of that is thanks to the former demon kings…"
Balam was interrupted as the class bell screamed, causing both of you to sigh. You were low-key eager to discuss the differences between the two realms now that you had someone to talk to. Yes, you had Opera and Sullivan, but they were always busy or seemingly uninterested in the topic.
But the Library Battler was planning to help with reorganizing and shelving, and you were sure Balam didn't want to be late for his next class (unlike yesterday). You hesitated for a moment before pulling out your phone and offering it to him. "Could I get your number? In case I have any further questions?"
Balam blinked, surprised for a moment before his expression brightened considerably. "Of course, if you really want."
Your face felt flushed as you nodded, "I would really like to talk more, and plus I believe you mentioned you wanted to learn more, so you can text me whatever questions you think of."
He chuckled lightly, shooting you a glance out of the corner of his eye. "You may end up regretting that offer."
Maybe it was his hand slowly rubbing the back of your neck, or the deep rumble that made your stomach twist. Not with fear or anxiety, but something you weren't quite ready to face.
--+-- Su-ki-ma --+--
//So, what kind of social hierarchy do humans have?//
It was the first text that set off a long conversation via messaging as you tried to explain that it really depended on the culture. The Netherworld, as it turned out, was far smaller than the entirety of Earth. Granted, the Netherworld was far less hospitable than Earth, with much of it uninhabitable.
When you mentioned that humans had set foot on the moon, Balam forewent texting and called you, sure you were lying to him. It took a lot of work for you to convince him you were telling the truth despite the giggles in your voice.
But, it was just too funny to you. In your mind, you could see this tall, terrifying-looking demon, virtually geeking out every time you gave him a piece of information.
By the end of the call, you couldn't fathom ever being scared of Balam again. Granted, it was also three in the morning and you were feeling the long hours. But he was so earnest, eager to learn, eager to teach, that any fear had melted away.
You…had made your first real friend in the Netherworld. And you tried not to acknowledge the fluttering in your stomach. After all, just because he was kind, intelligent, gentle, and oddly handsome did not mean anything. You literally had just met him earlier this week. He was a demon. You had a family and a son; you didn't need to be greedy and try to develop a crush on top of it all.
#mairimashita! iruma kun#welcome to demon school iruma kun#balam shichiro#balam/reader#suzuki iruma#lord sullivan#kalego naberious#opera#naberius kalego#balam shichiro x reader#For the sake of a smile fic
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Character Bio
Name: Isamu Agni
(Japanese: イサム・アグニ)
Romaji: Isamu Aguni
Quote: "Many have will bounds on their own, it's their lives and not ours."
V/A: Kenjiro Tsuda (Japanese)
Gender: Male
Age: ???
Birthday: March 25
Star Sign: Aries
Eye Color: Dark Misty Blue (His normal eye color)
??? (Unknown Eye Color)
Hair Color: Black to Royal Blue Ombre
Height: 200 cm
Race: Crestia Demi-God
Species: Celestial Type (High-ranked)
Homeland: Themyscira Empire (4th Kingdom Level)
Family: Unnamed Father
Unnamed Mother (Cut off ties)
Unnamed Brothers
Unnamed Relatives
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School Status and Fun Facts
Dorm: Crystaleon (@fumikomiyasaki)
School Year: Third
Class: 3-B (Same Class with Ismene)
Student no. 17
Occupation: Student
Up-holder of the Agni Family
The Empire's Spirit Flame User
Club: N/A
Best Subject: Literature, Potions, and P.E.
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous (Mostly his left hand)
Favorite Color: Dark Colors (Mostly Blue) and Black
Favorite Food: BBQs, Fried Kebabs, Anything Spicy in the ordinary, Lemonade, Meat (Mostly), Veggies (In general), Sour Candies (Mostly Lemon),
Least Favorite Food: Syrup Sweet Candies (Mostly), Too much Mayonnaise, Charred Food (Mostly), Bubble Gum, Ox Meat,
Likes: Exploring New Places (Mostly), Doing Simple Fire Tricks (Mostly), Meeting other specimen races (Mostly within the Rift), Watching Moonrise and Sunsets, Reading Ancient Books in Libraries, His Father and Brothers,
Dislikes: Dealing about much with Aine's Antics (Well he didn't hate it that much from her), Unwanted Tricks (Mostly), Anything that mentions his mother (Mostly), Direct Spells at him, People being unreasonable to him, Losing Concentration,
Hobbies: Selective Memory, Exploring new places (Mostly), Babysitting Aine (Sometimes, Though he isn't bothered much by this at all), Reading Ancient Books (Mostly), Communication amongst Fire Messages (Mostly, from his family and witches at the empire), Finishing his plate of food,
Talents: High-skilled Celestial Magic, Levitation Abilities, Demi-God Physical Strength, Fire Mage Abilities, Dark Flame Spiritual Skills, Spirit Communication, Claymore Swordsmanship, ???,
Nicknames: Isa (From his family and friends)
Isamu-senpai or Agni-senpai (From the freshmen students)
Young Master (From all the Servants)
Big Brother (From his younger brothers)
Issy (From Aine, although it sounded like a harsh nickname)
Amu (From Achlys and Venomia)
Other Nicknames:
The Empire's Spirit Flame User
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Appearance and Personality
Appearance: Isamu holds a very visible muscular body build and also has a stable structure of his uphold which was the result of physical and endurance training sessions. He has black and royal blue colored haired ombre which tends to be very long at the bottom of his heel of his feet. He has dark misty blue colored eyes which they can trigger into an unknown color when using his crestia demi-god abilities. Isamu is known within the empire for his composed behavior but he tends to be blunt for his common facts for his words.
Personality: Born as the eldest son within his family household within the empire of the rift borders, he himself was originally supposed to be the leading heir of the family main blood-tree but unfortunately it didn't pass onto him but passed onto one of his brothers, much to the misfortune of the family which of course his mother didn't much likely had much thought on any of her sons, which it includes Isamu which resulted a gap between them. Since he was the firstborn eldest son, he still then focused on his fire abilities with the training that he can take by the assistance of his father and his teachers, whom he holds close to alongside his younger brothers as well within his childhood but could never understand his mother one bit as he grows up.
Well that is until after his youngest brother became heir, the family realized that the youngest child was incapable of performing the dark fire after reaching to the top which put his mother into a rage of outburst that same day, while Isamu and few of his brothers attempted to help his youngest brother in need of comfort in the evening, a raid attack appeared which it had resulted in the eldest son to notice that he was capable of the performing dark flame. Despite being the only one capable enough for the performance, he then decided to use this in order to protect his family and his brothers within his training.
The current Isamu we're meeting is now a well-behaved and composed crestia demi-god within the dormitory, who seems to keep his schedule balanced as he manages much in his timeline of busyness and workload as the current flame user within the empire in his family household, but whenever he's not busy he tends to have a habit of exploring other places such as the other countries of the rift border, anything he sees opens the tiniest spark of curiosity. Even though he is a crestia demi-god himself, that doesn't stop him from learning new things that are outside of nobility within the walls.
He rarely shows more of his emotions yet that he wants to explore them, although he has the patience to wait for himself to understand. Although he's mostly blunt and speaks through the common facts from his lips, eventually most of his words were simple to know. But it often annoyed Aine quite often which he often watches her over like a baby-sitter, though his bluntly persona didn't falter much. But if he did show some piece of emotion, such as smiling. Anyone knows that beauty is such a killing feature on his face and you know it.
For the best to not even test him at all, if so then the flames all within and around will then be visible to your eyesight at a brink of seeing how he's being messed with by anyone who tries to. True that Isamu has patience that can last for a whole day and can deal with much as he can handle, but if things get out of hand quickly, but do expect for Isamu to raise his hand at the slightest yet you won't see him do his action on you. Though then again, his physical strength plus the flames on him is now enough to end your skin and flesh since they are dark and they burn faster than normal fire power.
Fueled by anything to him alone is one thing to handle the heat, but there are other things that need to settle with. But for now, he still has a lot to learn to handle his family legacy and protection.
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Trivia
-The name 'Isamu' is a Japanese name meaning 'Courage, Bravery, Achievement.' While his surname 'Agni' is the meaning of 'Fire, flame' and is a girl's name of Sanskrit origin.
-He is based on Clive Rosfield, one of the protagonists from the 'Final Fantasy' Game Series.
-Apparently, he seems to have 18 younger brothers, which the youngest is about to enter teenage age while the others around younger within his age. Though they liked to be with him at all times since he was the eldest.
-He seems to be neutral with his dorm alongside with its dorm residents but is seen with his fellow crestia-demi gods. He's on the light side of the dorm.
-He often reads ancient books a lot in his free time.
-He knows a lot about dark flame abilities during his childhood, which his family and him are familiar with witches and their abilities whenever a witch visits them. So Isamu is familiar with witches whenever he sees or meets one.
-Like Aine and Achlys, he too is a pure demi-god and is also different.
-He seems to be in good terms with Achlys, which both of them are sparing partners on a daily basis during break time.
-He often explores other locations such as the other countries within the rift border that speaks his curiosity in him, he seems to have studied every single specimen race he sees whenever he goes.
-Aine seems to be annoyed with Isamu, which he was aware of. Which resulted into him becoming her watch over ( as in babysitter ) on a daily basis, but Aine isn't pleased with it which Isamu didn't care and went with it. The two have a very interesting relationship which seems a bit troublesome.
-He and Venomia were previously dance partners, but the two were just normally friends after meeting each other.
-Based on the info that had been mentioned, he wasn't picked to be the heir for the family main-blood as he was supposed to despite being a firstborn but it was passed onto his youngest brother who became the heir but Isamu wasn't bothered by it and continued his training. However it was revealed that his youngest sibling was incapable of doing the dark flame performance after reaching to the top but Isamu was the one doing so one evening of an attack, in which resulted in their mother entering an abusing and violent outbreak towards Isamu and his younger brothers. Eventually Isamu hadn't forgotten about the trauma that he and his brothers went through.
-His voice sounds very calming and mature, but the tone changes whenever things get serious for him. Which is why I chose Kenjiro Tsuda for his voice actor.
-He has a strong resentment towards his mother after everything had happened in the past. He had no plans of reconciliation with him.
-Though it appears that his father often worries Isamu, which the young tried not to worry about him too much.
-Isamu and his flames are often the heater for his fellow buddies, which he doesn't mind it.
-Losing concentration means for him to snap immediately.
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*sighs* tell me about your fursona /lh /pos
ok first off- Vik is that you 👁️👁️ you're the only one who I know has seen my fursona recently sbjsjdjs either that or it's rae who saw it on your blog and didn't interact w it so I wouldn't think it was him if they went on anon lmao- but methinks its vik
okay now I'm gonna actually answer- bUT INSERT THAT ONE ENTRAPTA MEME- THE "IVE WAITED Y E A R S FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ABOUT MY THEORIES" YEAH THATS ME RN- anon I am looking at you with my big ol autistic eyes that are sparkling with this 10 minute unstoppable rant that is about to occur (✧ω✧)
SO ! ampen right ? my little guy ? my baby girl ? my beloved ? I'm gonna talk mostly abt their physical design than their other details bcs I have more notes abt their physical appearance than anything :]
I have no idea what they are, I kinda just started drawing her abhdjsjsj but I think the two most notable animals he could conceivably be are probably a fox and a dragon of some sort (original I know) however I do want to give an honorable mention to my first draft of them, bcs goddamn I changed a lot abt her bsjdhsjjs. at first he was just completely a dog but I decided to give them those 3 fingered claw/hoof things, here's the very sketchy guy herself who inspired Ampen:
yeah snndjsn basically the only thing that stayed the same was the vague color scheme and the "hooves" changed from the hands to the feet. a lot of ampens physical design was just cool things I saw in other fursuits that I thought would be cool, like I just loooove the hoof feet, they look v cool and I just like them a lot, so I included them ! (I didn't in my first real drawing of ampen but then I did on their character sheet) same with the tail, I'm p sure at the time of ampens actual creation I had recently seen a dragon fursuit with that kind of tail and was obsessed with it, I tried so many different tails for him and none of them were looking quite right until I tried their current tail, and I love it . the dragon bit also comes out in her muzzle, it's a bit more pointed and sharp than a canine muzzle would be, again mostly just bcs I think it looks neat :] and I knew I wanted my fursona to have big ol ears from the very beginning, I didn't put them on ampen-rough-draft bcs I didn't start with the intent for him to be my fursona sbjdjdjs but anyways- the fur pattern took me a while to come up with, I started with just vague splotches of color in random spots, messed around with specific colors, I don't think I decided on the pink stitch mark things until like- the very end dnjsjjd I have no idea where I came up with it , I was just trying random things and hoping they looked right lmao-
I gave them glasses bcs . I have glasses . and I think it's cute and there aren't enough furrys with glasses :3 then added the piercings bcs I think they look cool and that's really it bajshjejskwks
anyways , now for the couple things that aren't visible on a drawing, I imagine her being like 5'4 MAX , he's pretty short . mostly bcs I am v short and plan to actually make ampen, and that's a height I could realistically get to accounting for the ears hdjwjdjjejdke anyways, I don't really have many other little facts about them since they're basically just me personality-wise, so make of that what you will ! I will however GLADLY answer more specific questions if you (or anyone else 👀) have them bcs it will give me an excuse to come up with answers abhdjsjdjsjjd
anyways- this is all to say that I'm in love with Ampens design and I really should draw him more often and also probably just develop them more tbh- BUT ! ty v much anon for enabling me to ramble about Ampen, they're my most specialest little guy and I love her <33
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Oooouuuggghhhhh
Why is there so much death and betrayal in this Spy Thriller (TM), huh? Can someone explain maybe??
Also....
istfg, in my last plathrough post, when I said "huh, I wonder if a netrunner could specifially target the Blackwall to open it up only for one specific AI" etc etc.....
I swear I didn't know *this* was lined up xD Fucking hell Songbird, what are you doing?? I love playing this with a high INT character (maxed Vince out to 20 right at the start of the expansion, I'm loving all the netrunning dialogues :D) aaaaahhhhh... So, fun times... if we don't save Songbird, we get what the Pacifica Voodoo Boys have tried to work towards, in one way or another. HHHHHH.
Also... öakjshdfasf I love how during every single conversation that happens during the main questline so far with a main NPC, every time without fail... Reed has been missing out on mentioning an important detail. Fuck XD I love him, but my (and V's) little trust in him is slowly beginning to fade. Like, I love him as a character, he seems really pragmatic and ruthless and everything down that alley to me atm, a real badass, weathered special agent that has seen some shit. But yeah... super badass special agent that will do *everything* that's necessary, including taking out people that could be a liability later. Got a feeling V is currently on that list too and just as much a means to an end to him as the other way around. So, fitting, one more thing they have in common XD
Also, I love Alex like hhhhhhhhh her design is so good, I hope there's gonna be much more of her! I loved Slider sm too, like... Man. Please no spoilers, he died after getting in touch with Songbird, and I wonder if there's a way to save him, but I don't have a good track record with saving anyone in this dlc so far XD Got Paco killed on the first try and was so upset about it I reloaded cause, yeah... made a bad choice. Aaron is dead, too, Jacob and Tucker (was it Tucker aaahh... I'm not sure, the two randos hanging out with Myers) are most likely dead by Reed's or someone else's hand... Not looking too good really xD
And again I gotta swoon about the beauty of Dogtown's level design like... I cannot wrap my head around what the Stacks remind me of, so many vibes all coming together, I love it so so much. So much of this district's size comes through the height of the buildings and terrain and all the ways to climb up and down, so many stairs and secret rooftop gyms, it's amazing. Vince also danced at some random backalley partys, that was fun xD (I literally walked up and was like "aw, I wanna dance, too..." and then the *dance* prompt came up xD so I had to)
So, next stop... Kurt Hansen's big party I guess o.o After finishing some more work for Mr. Hands! His gigs are so cool too, like, I only played two so far (the clinic in the church and the other voodoo boy hideout) and man, there's such good stories to them beneath the surface! Can't wait to see the rest o.o
And, finally:
I found the pants the V in the Phantom Liberty Tour was wearing :DDD Or rather, it's a unitard xDD But still, I squealed XD Got a fitting jacket, but don't really have any fitting shoes, so I'll keep my eyes peeled for that xD I'll play all night tomorrow if nothing comes up, let's see how far I'll get o.o
#cyberpunk 2077#phantom liberty#phantom liberty spoilers#pl spoilers#elven plays cyberpunk 2077#vincent ezaki#solomon reed
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TYLTSUNA IS MOST LIKELY TALLER THAN TYLHIBARI
SO IT JUST CAME TO ME LAST NIGHT
when tyl fuuta met with present tsuna the first time, he was happy he was “finally” taller than tsuna SO that means tyl tsuna is taller than tyl fuuta!
now tyl fuuta is taller than present yamamoto who is 177cm, so we can assume tyl fuuta is about 179cm (i would want to provide with anime screenshot but my data is at home orz)
NOW while tyl hibari has seemingly seen to be the shortest among the tyl vongola decimo guardians since we never got a proper tyl tsuna, tyl tsuna would still sometimes be depicted as shorter than him.
BUT THIS IS EASY MATH.
apparently tyl hibari’s height is 179cm.
SINCE TYL TSUNA IS SUPPOSED TO BE TALLER THAN TYL FUUTA WHO IS 179CM, AND TYL HIBARI IS ALSO 179CM ...
THAT MEANS TYL TSUNA IS TALLER THAN TYL HIBARI.
edit2: TYL HIBARI BASICALLY IS THE SHORTEST IN VONGOLA DECIMO GUARDIANS (MINUS CHROME)
also alaude also seems to be shorter than giotto COUGH
edit:
here is official image which showed tyl hibari’s height
here is the guardians in tyl when lined up together (please note, lambo is still in his teen, so he hasn’t hit the growth spurt yet :v)
#khr#katekyo hitman reborn#Hibari Kyouya#sawada tsunayoshi#maaaan this feels good#tsuna IS TALLER THAN HIBARI#HAHA HA HA TAKETHAT HIBUOSSAN#when daemon said the decimo gen is so alike with their primo gen#he didn't mention that height included :v#notably sure ryohei & gokudera don't seem to have much difference in height with hibari#but the 1-2 cm matters...
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PSPSPSPSPS I’d love to hear about what details people might’ve missed on your benchtrio hands art and why you included them :o?
!!!!!!!!!!!absofuckinglutely i would
i think over the notes i've read (which is. all. i love the notes v much ty for everyone who left them <333) pretty much all of it's been covered but i'll put it in a list now -- got pretty long so it's under the cut lol
(added my original sketch with the notes too, but it's p much just a less in-depth version of what i wrote anyway lol)
tubbo -
- imo tubbo's got smaller hands, square palm and shorter blunt fingers that are good for heavier work, and crafting/welding, but less so for finer details (esp after the execution; would've lost some mobility in his fingers with that)
- when the fireworks went off i think he would've raised his hands to protect his face more than anything, so the majority of scarring would be on his palm rather than the back
- ranboo made tubbo's ring, it's got a band of gold, tiny diamonds but a bigger emerald bc according to google emeralds in a ring are supposed to like represent peace and healing. and you can actually find those items in minecraft. and also i like tubbo with green. <3
tommy -
- tommy. feral little man. very scuffed hands, dirt under the nails, bruised knuckles w scabs, and a few longer scars here and there from getting nicked with a sword/axe.
- got longer, rounded at the top fingers, and an overall pretty boney hand, completely average size for his height p much
nimble, but still strong, good for fighting, both with and without weapons, perfect blend of tubbo and ranboo's hands
- i was originally going to put a green ribbon around his wrist but i didn't draw enough of the wrist to include it, so pretend it's there in spirit <3
ranboo -
- ranboo has the hands of a sickly victorian dude w tuberculosis. and claws.
- palm isn't an awful amount bigger than average but very long fingers, good for picking up grass blocks :D nimble/agile and good for little intricate things, he helps tubbo out sometimes with stuff like that
- got water burns along the inside of his hand, along the thumb and index finger from where he'd wipe his tears and they'd burn him.
- got a reminder string to remind him to do. something. what it is, he, ironically, can't remember, but it's pretty anyway
- tubbo made ranboo's ring!! netherite and gold, the netherite bc tubbo wanted to make sure it was like almost impossible to break, and also gold is pretty :) big and chunky
- i had originally drawn ranboo's hands as. normal hands (w chipped black nail polish lol) without the claws but that was boring so i added the gradient and the spikey bits :D
- his other hand would be a reverse gradient, black dipped in white -- @/rat-with-a-spork mentioned about the gradient possibly appearing after ranboo's death and ogughguhgugh i am in love with that idea. like stained!! but before death absolutely works for me too i just love gradients on hands/arms
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I was tagged by @shallow-gravy thank you so much for the tag!!!!
Tagging: @enchantedbythebidders, @boyish-fantasy, @catoinette,
Uhhhhhh, I can't remember everyones tumblrs but a few, SO UHHH SILVERV WHORENER FOLKS, IF YOU SEE THIS, CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED
I'll be doing this for my Cyberpunk 2077 OC and my FC5 OC
GENERAL
Name: Aidan Violetta Becker
Alias(es): V (majority of people), Princess (Johnny), Little Merc (Johnny)
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Birthdate: November 12th, 2056
Place of Birth: Seven Devils, North Carolina
Hometown: NA, she was born a nomad, constantly traveling with no real hometown
Spoken Languages: English and ASL
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Occupation: Mercenary
APPEARANCE
Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Naturally brown, dyed blonde
Height: 5’
Scars: Various scars from her life as a nomad and merc work; notably a brand on her wrist, customary from her nomad family. And a scar on her stomach from a forced sterilization procedure.
FAVOURITE
Color: Bright Cyan/Electric Blue, Black, and Burgundy
Hair Color: Despite bleaching her own hair, she's mostly attracted to people with dark hair.
Eye Color: She tends to find brown and green eyes particularly pretty
Song: Pre-Johnny, she didn't really have one, post him... Never Fade Away or Black Dog, he corrupted her taste.
Food: Toasted Marshmallows
Drink: Peach or Sakura Nicola, Mint Spunky Monkey, as far as alcohol goes, she likes cherry cola and bourbon.
HAVE THEY
Passed University: This girl has never seen the inside of a school, so no...
Had Sex: Yes and often
Had Sex in Public: Yes and probably too often
Gotten Pregnant: No, that was taken care of for her against her will.
Kissed a Boy: Many times.
Kissed a Girl: Many more times.
Gotten Tattoos: At the state of her story no, but Johnny takes care of that on his bender. After fix it/net/mikoshi shit, she gets a snake around her ankle that matches the one Johnny has on his hand.
Gotten Piercings: Yes, she has multiple ear piercings (has to be careful they don't catch her hearing aids though), her tongue, her nipples, and her belly button. She also had a lip piercing she let heal over.
Been in Love: When she was younger, she thought she was, but she knows now that's not what that is. Once Johnny slides into the picture... well...
Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yeahhhhhh
ARE THEY
A Virgin: Nope
A Cuddler: While sleeping yes, but when she's not sleepy she's more shy about that sort of thing.
A Kisser: Yep
Scared Easily: Nah
Jealous Easily: I wouldn't say easily, but it does happen, and usually its a very sad sort of "I'm not good enough, they dont want me" jealousy.
Trustworthy: For a merc, she's more trust worthy than most... but she's definitely not above lying to get what she needs or wants, nor a few light hearted fibs for jokes.
Dominant: Somewhat, definitely more of a service dominant in terms of sex though, if that's what her partner wants she delivers it.
Submissive: Definitely leans more submissive during sex, especially with Johnny.
In Love: Ask her that and see if you keep your teeth
Single: Yes.... but she is fucking a clingy brainworm...
RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)
Have They Harmed Themselves: Both intentionally and not, yes.
Have They Thought About Suicide: Yes, numerous times.
Have They Attempted Suicide: Yes
Have They Wanted to Kill Someone: So many times
Have/had a Job: Outside of merc work, not really any like... nine to five kind of jobs
Have Any Fear(s): being controlled/used, being weak/worthless, people seeing her for who she really is.
FAMILY
Siblings: Eira Becker
Parents: Emyr Becker and Aoife Becker (deceased)
Children: None
Significant Other: Johnny Silverhand (eventually)
Pets: Nibbles, her sphinx cat.
GENERAL
Name: Dahlia Josephine Hale
Alias(es): Stray, Rook, Rookie, Probie, The Lamb, Dahl, Hale, Pup, Little Miss Wrath, etc.
Gender: Female
Age: 19-20
Birthdate: November 12th, 2056
Place of Birth: Alden, Louisiana
Hometown: Alden, Louisiana claims Reinette, Louisiana
Spoken Languages: English, little bit of creole French as well
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Occupation: Junior Deputy
APPEARANCE
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown, nearly black, with some premature graying
Height: 5’
Scars: Various scars from her childhood abuse, including most noticeably a burn on her palm, several lash scars across her back. Across the game events she is given multiple words carved across her skin, including the infamous WRATH across her chest.
FAVOURITE
Color: Bright Red and Black
Hair Color: Dark hair, she guesses...
Eye Color: Green eyes are nice
Song: She loves so much music, its impossible to pick.
Food: Peanut Butter Sandwiches
Drink: Monster Energy drinks, slushies
HAVE THEY
Passed University: No, HS and the police academy, that's all.
Had Sex: No (This changes)
Had Sex in Public: No (this changes)
Gotten Pregnant: No, that would make her child the second coming of Jesus.
Kissed a Boy: No at the start of the fic (John is actually her firs kiss when she does, it is not consensual, damn you John)
Kissed a Girl: No at the start of the fic
Gotten Tattoos: Yes, she has two black bands on one of her biceps and a Sylvia Plath quote on her lower back/hip area (not quite a tramp stamp) the quote is: "And like the cat I have nine times to die."
Gotten Piercings: Multiple ear piercings
Been in Love: No
Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yep
ARE THEY
A Virgin: Yes
A Cuddler: Yes... not that she'll admit it
A Kisser: Eventually
Scared Easily: Nah
Jealous Easily: Definitely not, its very rare and when it happens even she's surprised.
Trustworthy: Yes... unless you're a peggie.
Dominant: In personality at times, she can take control and be a leader, during sex when she gets to that point.... definitely not.
Submissive: Once she starts having sex, she definitely leans heavily towards submissive, cause inexperience.
In Love: No...
Single: Yes, no matter what the Seeds say.
RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)
Have They Harmed Themselves: Yes... at a specific point intentionally so...
Have They Thought About Suicide: Across the game events, yes.
Have They Attempted Suicide: In the game events, at least once.
Have They Wanted to Kill Someone: Once, but she's scared of having to do it...
Have/had a Job: Yes
Have Any Fear(s): being a bad person, that there's something wrong with her, that people will see that she's truly a bad person and leave her or hurt her for it.
FAMILY
Siblings: Genevieve Monroe (half sister)
Parents: Victor Hale (biological father, deceased), Bambi Monroe (mother) and David Monroe (Step-father)
Children: Currently no, but eventually
Significant Other: The Seed Siblings, eventually, yes, she will end up with a whole ass family.
Pets: Boomer, precious boy
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Something You Should Know
Summary: Your boyfriend asks you to help teach one of his colleague’s a lesson and you agree reluctantly. He forget’s to mention one thing though, his colleague’s pretty hot.
Genre: smuT
Pairing: boyfriend!Jaehyun x female Y/N x Johnny x (ft Yuta)
Word count: 4.8k
Warning: SMUT, cheating? if you read to the end it’s like pSyCH. handjob, oral sex (Jaehyun/Yuta/Y/N), teasing, ass sex? mindblank forgot the term, double penetration, sex, nipple teasing, humiliation, dirty talk.
a/n: Hi, how has your day been? :)
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“What was that about?” You ask, your eyes still on the TV as Jaehyun falls back against the couch after a long call.
“Just Johnny,” He sighs, ruffling a hand through his hair.
“How’s he doing?”
“Not bad, he just wanted to come round sometime soon to catch up with us.”
“That sounds nice.” You hum, agreeing with the idea.
The TV show continues, the tiny forms of pixel racing across the screen to produce one of your favourite movies you’d chosen to re-watch. It’s a lot harder to concentrate with Jaehyun beside you. His fingers restlessly tapping against your leg as his eyes are on trained on you instead.
Finally, you cave in to his stare, “What?”
He grins, reaching for the remote to pause the scene before talking, “Babe I have a favour to ask.”
“What is it?”
“Johnny’s been acting like a real jerk recently, thinking he can fuck anyone he wants including one of the managers at work.”
“So?”
“I was thinking,” he pauses, sitting cross legged on the couch and turning his body to face you, “Maybe it’d be fun to wind him up a little through the evening, like if you could openly flirt with him and leave him hanging then send him off.”
The idea runs through your mind. “What? Why me?”
“Because you’re hot.”
You can’t help but laugh, “To you maybe.”
"Are you kidding? Several of my mates say how lucky I am."
"Oh yeah, like who?" You question, suddenly very intrigued.
"I'm not telling you that," Jaehyun frowns in reply.
You laugh at his pouting form, his dimples furrowing further into his cheeks as he keeps his gaze level with yours. You relax a little into the couch, thinking about his suggestion. “Are you sure about it?”
“Yeah why not?” He crosses his arms, leaning back against the armrest, "It's only a bit of fun, I just want to put him in his place, you don't actually have to sleep with him."
Just for fun. Not actually doing anything physical.
“Yeah okay, I’ll help.”
***
When the night finally comes around, you struggle choosing out an outfit, but eventually decide on purposefully picking a rather shortish skirt with a low V line shirt, allowing your push up bra to show a nice cleavage.
While you’re choosing your accessories Jaehyun finishes up in the shower, your back towards him as he stares into your reflection through the bathroom mirror. "Fuck, you look gorgeous,” Jaehyun comments, leaning against the ensuite doorway, "I want to bend you over and take you now."
You clip on the pearl earring on your ear and turn around to face him. The visible bulge underneath his towel. "I can see that.” You laugh, giving him a side smirk as you stand up, pulling your skirt up a little.
You walk over to Jaehyun and pull his towel away so his standing naked. Your hand reaching to grab his cock and gliding your hand over it very slowly. Jaehyun lets out a low moan at the contact of your skin on his length. His voice getting louder as your hand works its way up and down his cock.
“Does that feel nice?” You purr.
“Ugh fuck Y/N,” he groans, “you look so fucking hot right now.”
“Isn’t that what how you want me for Johnny?” You tease
Seeing you in your short skirt, your low cut shirt and your breasts almost hanging out your bra, he second thinks the idea. Jaehyun trusted you to follow the plan but he was sure, certain, positive that there was no way Johnny would let you go tonight.
You drop onto your knees, still grasping tightly on his member, his cock now staring right in your face. You part your mouth open, and lightly lick the tip of his cock, tasting the familiar saltiness of his pre-cum.
Jaehyun remains still, completely lost in his ecstasy as he watches you suck on him, savouring every moment as you greedily slurp and suck his cock. His balls tighten as you play with them, your hand squeezing them gently as you continue to suck.
“Fuck that feels so good.”
The pressure builds inside his balls as your hand slips a little higher. His cum shooting straight into your mouth as you swallow it straight down. Jaehyun leans more against the wall to support himself as you suck on him, milking everything out and down your throat. You finally let him go as you feel his orgasm subside.
"Babe that was so good," he sighs, helping you up on your feet as you wipe away the droplets of cum sliding down your lip.
"That was a teaser, maybe if you’re a good boy tonight I’ll let you have some fun before bed.” You tell him, giving him a little wink as you go back to your dresser to fix your makeup.
"I can't fucking wait for that," Jaehyun groans staring at your backside.
“Go get dressed Jae.” You laugh, watching him daydream through the reflection.
***
You leave Jaehyun to get ready and make your way downstairs, preparing everything for their game night. The beer, spirits and snacks are all stocked up in your fridge just next to the dining room where they would be playing. At around 7:30, Jaehyun finally joins you, making sure everything’s set.
Doyoung’s the first to turn up, followed by Taeyong, Yuta and Taeil. You know all the guys so naturally, you give each of them a hug as they enter, each in turn letting them eye you up in surprise at your outfit; all of them giving you a wink, aware of the real purpose for tonight.
“How are you feeling?” Yuta asks, trailing behind as you lead him and the others to the setup game zone.
“Not too bad.”
The doorbell rings and you excuse yourself, letting Yuta join the others as you skip down the hall to answer it, ready to put the plan into action. Except what Jaehyun had failed to mention to you earlier, was what Johnny actually looked like. You had met his other colleagues, the group of them having worked together for many years. But Johnny, well, Johnny is something else.
You cling onto the door for support, feeling your knees weaken when you see him. Johnny was tall, well built, brown hair and had looks to die for. He smiles as you stare.
“You must be Y/N,”
"Uh yes," you stammer out.
"I'm Johnny," he says offering you his hand.
"Of course, come in," you reply shaking his hand, which feels a bit odd considering all the other's had got a peck on the cheek.
Johnny follows you down the hall and into the dining room. You take a quick detour and run into the kitchen to get him a beer. Jaehyun quickly appears by your side.
"Fuck, you could have told me he was so hot," you blurt out. Jaehyun gives a little smirk, amused at your flustered reaction to his colleague.
"Sorry, didn't think it mattered. Either way, he's a ladies’ man and he knows it, so we want you to put him in his place. Oh and he's already mentioned how lucky I am. Get to work and show him he can't have everything he wants.”
You take a deep breath, turning your nerves into a forced smile as you take on the role. As the night goes on, you can tell that Johnny behaves with an air of arrogance and you can hear him talking about his conquests at work and how he’s now planning his next move on one of the directors who was in her fifties.
"If I can get in her pants, I'll be right up the ladder," you hear him say.
You hide the laugh that's about to escape your lips, swallowing a gulp of the soft drink in your hand. Yep Jaehyun was right. This guy really does think a lot of himself, good looking or not. You continue to supply the boys with drinks and snacks, taking every opportunity to show a bit of yourself as you lean over the table, reaching unnecessarily far for no reason. At one point you turn to go and feel a smack on your backside. You let out a little yelp and turn around, unsurprisingly discovering its Johnny.
"Proper beauty you've got here Jaehyun, no wonder you look tired all the time," you hear him say, followed by a deep chuckle.
“I’m not an object asshole.” You mutter to yourself, storming away to cover your irritation from being seen.
You’re in the kitchen when you hear Johnny asking Jaehyun where the toilet is. He guides Johnny through the kitchen, passing you briefly to the downstairs bathroom which is rarely used. You have your back to Johnny as he comes in and you jump, feeling him creep up behind you.
"So, just how did Jaehyun manage to find a sexy woman like you?" he whispers into your ear as he gets a little too close, letting his chest brush against you.
Time to up my game. You carefully undo a button on your blouse to reveal more of your bra and cleavage and turn around; with some difficulty as Johnny’s right behind you. His height makes it incredibly hard to stare him straight in the eyes and while you attempt to keep his gaze on your face, it’s pretty obvious that he’s looking somewhere else.
"Do you think I could have done better then?" you ask with a pout.
"Jaehyun’s good, but you seem way out of his league," he replies
"Would I be good enough for you?" you ask fluttering your eyelids, feeling a bit of a fool as you do so.
Johnny manages to hide the shock from your question, believing your show, “You’d be more than good enough.”
He leans forward and you place your palms on his chest, pushing him back to keep the little distance between yourselves.
"Forget it, there's only one man that's going to have this," you tell him, following his gaze to your chest, "and it certainly isn't you."
Johnny takes a step back, throwing his hands in the air sarcastically pretending to be offended. "What's all this about you little prick tease? You've been giving me the come on all night" he chuckles, bringing a hand through your hair.
You swat away his hand before buttoning back up on your blouse.
"You really think my boyfriend was going to invite you into his house and have you fuck his girlfriend?" you snarl at him.
"Shit, I'm sorry, but I've not done anything, you were the one flirting with me," he genuinely did look sorry and you feel a pang of guilt.
"Look, the guys are fed up of you bragging about your conquests and treating women like dirt, they just wanted to teach you a lesson that was all."
"It'll take more than that," he says, turning back to his arrogant self, "well if you do fancy a bit of a change sometime let me know." Then he was off to the toilet before going back to the game of poker.
You were furious at his attitude, your anger directed as much to Jaehyun as to Johnny, for getting yourself into this in the first place. Johnny was a good looking guy, but yes, definitely full of himself. Was it all just an act though, he had seemed hurt when you had a go at him. You decide you had enough of the little game and it was time for you to retire upstairs and return to the comfort of your bed. Jaehyun appears just as you’re about to leave the kitchen.
"Everything all right baby?" he asks.
"No, it is not all right, I'm going to bed. You can continue your game and get your own drinks." You tell him, arms folded, throwing the hand towel on the kitchen bench as you walk off.
Jaehyun looks puzzled, but he doesn't question it.
An hour or so later, Jaehyun appears in your shared bedroom. You’re already changed into a nightie, but left your little thong on; too lazy to switch it. You weren’t happy with Jaehyun for making you wind Johnny up, but at the same time it had got you aroused, so if he apologised it wouldn't all be wasted. However, when you see him stumble through the door, you realise even if he did apologise he was in no fit state for anything else. Clearly they had moved on to the whisky.
"Good game." you say flatly.
"Yeah, I think so." He slurs, “Look I'm sorry about earlier, you should have said it would make you uncomfortable." Jaehyun flops down onto the bed, bouncing the mattress and your bpdy, and you know for a fact, he would be staying there till morning.
He mumbles out a barely audible sentence, his face pressed into the pillow, "A few of the guys are staying over. Taeyong’s in the spare room and Johnny is downstairs, I think he's watching the football or something."
A minute later and Jaehyun’s knocked out, completely cold. You switch off the bedroom lights, pulling the bedsheets up to cover the two of you; tucking yourself in. But whatever Johnny’s watching, it begins to bother you, the TV unnecessarily very loud.
“What a pain.” You mutter, throwing on a dressing gown over your figure to check downstairs. You grab your phone on the bedside table, flicking the torch light on as you make your way out the room. As the screen light becomes brighter you notice it isnt football that's playing, but rather a late night TV chat channel with a couple of girls with rather large breasts on the show, talking about nothing in particular. You walk over to the TV not even bothering to give Johnny a glance before turning it off. When you turn around to face the sofa, your jaw almost drops; Johnny lays there fast asleep, pants half way down his legs and the most enormous semi erect cock in his hand. What the fuck?
Not only had he comes to his friend’s place and try something with his girl but the fact that he was now crashed out on your sofa watching porn on the TV and in the middle of a semi wank. Suddenly, a realisation hit you; now was your chance. You unlock your phone, clicking into the camera app to take a couple photos of Johnny lying asleep, cock in hand. This will wipe the arrogant grin off his face.
That was your original plan. But you end up standing there staring at his cock for a little longer, it’s far bigger than what you had seen and you were a little shocked to admit it. You manage to get so caught up in your own thoughts that you don’t realise Johnny had woken up.
"Impressed?" he asks, his voice a little raspy with a knowing grin.
Your eyes flicker between his eyes, to his dick, to the wall behind him, unsure where your focus should be as you choke out your reply, "What? Oh... Oh shit..."
He laughs. "Hey don't worry, everyone whose seen it has the same reaction," he says pointing his cock at you.
"I'm going back to bed," you stutter, turning to go.
"Hey wait," Johnny calls after you in a loud whisper. You don't know what compulsion it is, but you stop and turn to face him; who’s now standing. You peek a glance down, noticing his cock has hardened a little but still isn’t fully erect. "Now, as you've been taking photos of it, perhaps you'd like to experience it in the flesh."
"I didn't ta..." You let the words drop as Johnny grins at you.
"Keep the pictures, I'm sure they were really for your own use anyway," he says with a smile. “Come on, I bet you've never experienced one this size have you? Jaehyun won't ever know, he's probably knocked out from the whisky."
You know it’s complete madness but you falter, you can’t keep your eyes off his member and the temptation to touch it, to let it fill you, was growing with every passing second. You were sure that in length it would definitely beat your boyfriends and thickness was almost the same size. You can’t even imagine how it can fit inside of you, but you have a feeling you’re about to find out. Johnny gently takes a hold of you and sits you down beside him on the couch.
"I really shouldn't be do..."
"Shh," Johnny whispers
He leans over and kisses you very softly on the lips. You don't back off, instead slightly open your lips and let Johnny take the lead. You were so turned on, although you weren’t sure if it was the arrogance of the handsome man doing it or just his huge dick standing to attention between his legs. You kiss for a couple of minutes, animal passion slowly taking over as you respond to him.
He lifts up your gown, revealing your erect nipples sticking up, the cold air rushing past. He smiles at you while you keep your eyes low, feeling the heat rise to your cheek. He removes your gown easily and throws it aside.
"Mind if I touch them?" he asks enjoying the sight of your nipples.
You shake your head slightly. Of course I don’t mind. You have no idea what had suddenly come over you but you were desperate for this man to take you. Johnny plants more soft kisses on your lip's and begins to caress your firm tits with his palm. You let out a moan of approval. He gently goes to work on each of your nipples, tweaking them between his fingers. You lean back, revealing all your nakedness except for the pink thong, which is now sporting a very damp patch.
"Fuck, you have the most gorgeous body. Can I kiss it all over?"
"Please," you whisper, "I would like that."
Starting at your neck Johnny works his way down your body, spending plenty of time sucking and nibbling at your breasts and nipples. You lay back as he moves down past your belly and towards the top of your thong. Johnny looks up at you and you nod.
His hands roam up to your hip, easily taking hold of the soft material and slips it down your legs leaving you fully naked. He looks in admiration at your pussy, and slightly parts your legs, going to work with his tongue. You bring your hands towards your breasts, fondling your tits in ecstasy as Johnny circles your hardened clit and laps at the juices that are dribbling from your entrance.
"Tastes good," Johnny murmurs as he continues to lick your cunt.
You groan again and take hold of Johnny’s head pushing him into you and arching your back so you can get as much of his tongue as possible. You’re so close to coming, but you fight it off desperately; you wanted his cock to push you over.
"Fuck me," you plead, letting go of his head.
Johnny doesn’t need asking twice. He brings a cushion under your head and spreads your legs as wide as possible. You’re still unsure whether that monster can fit inside your pussy, but you’re sure as hell wet enough and willing to give it a go. Johnny pushes his big purple helmet, smothered in pre cum, against your opening teasing you by slightly slipping it in and then pulling it back out.
"Fuck me, pleeeaaase," you beg.
"Sure thing," Johnny replies and in one go pushes the whole length of his cock straight into you without a warning.
"Agggh," You cry out.
It hurts momentarily, but within seconds the feeling of his cock completely filling you up is more than you have ever experienced before in your life. Johnny sets to work at a slower rhythm as your pussy, if it’s possible, gets even wetter. You can just about see his cock covered in your love juice each time he pulls it out before thrusting back in and making you gasp every time. You can’t believe you’re even doing this, the guy was a dick, but hell did he know how to take a woman to heaven and back.
The two of you continue fucking this way for a couple of minutes, wrapped up in each other's sweating bodies, moaning and panting before you tell him you want to get on top. He slips his cock fully out of you and it springs up. You grab hold of it and wank it, barely able to get your hand fully enclosed on it. It feels like gripping the thick end of a baseball bat.
"Impressed aren't you?" He asks breathlessly.
"Mmmmm," You purr in reply.
You let go of his cock and ask him to lie on the rug on the living room floor. Johnny gets on the floor and, with some difficulty, you squat down over his cock. Your pussy is already feeling severely damaged from the initial fucking he had given you, but in a very very good way. You take hold of his shaft and guide it into your pussy. You still can’t believe that it’s possible to fit the whole thing in, but you’d done it once and so without hesitation, you slide down his pole again until you can feel your own juices seeping out onto his pubic hair.
"Oh that is so fucking good," you groan.
"Ride it you little whore.” Johnny grabs hold of your breasts as they droop above him.
"Pull my nipples," you urge. Johnny does so and you gasp once more in ecstasy.
"Oh my god this is so fucking good,"
You lean forward and nestle your head into Johnny’s neck as he thrusts his hips in the air knocking against yours, his cock driving into your pussy.
As it turns out you’re going to feel Jaehyun’s cock a lot sooner than you thought. You lift your head up to arch yourself back and really work on Johnny’s cock but you freeze on the spot.
"Oh fuck..." you mutter.
Jaehyun’s standing in front of you, just in his boxer shorts, with his cock sticking out of them while he moves his hand up his length.
"Shit, I..." You go to get off Johnny, but he holds onto you and you notice Jaehyun wink at him. "Wait a fucking minute," You gasp, "was this a setup?"
"Afraid so," Jaehyun replies, "Johnny saw your picture in my wallet one time and said how gorgeous you were. I told him if he could beat me in a game of poker he could have you if you'd let him. I knew you'd get turned on flirting all night."
You struggle to process the words, Johnny not slowing down as he pounds into you, your body being bounced up and down as you stare at Jaehyun. Clearly Jaehyun had not been as drunk as you thought. You hadn't exactly been turned on, but now you definitely were. You gasp as you feel the cock buried inside you begin to twitch and Johnny brings his fingers between your squished bodies, squeezing gently at your clit.
“Ugh..” the moan escapes your lips, although it’s meant to be silent. Both the boys hear it, and it powers Johnny more as he stretches himself back into you.
“You look so fucking hot,” Jaehyun murmurs moving closer to your brushed up bodies, “Bend over and keep fucking him, there’s no reason why I should be sitting on the sidelines.”
Johnny manages to work at a faster pace, sliding his cock in and out of your pussy, fucking it thoroughly and wildly. Jaehyun moves out of your sight and behind you, most likely just watching your body being bounced up and down.
But suddenly, you feel something wet trickle down your ass and before you know it, there’s a finger probing at the entrance. He pushes a finger straight up, letting you cry out again. You’d had his cock in your ass before, but the fullness inside your pussy already was going to prevent anything else from entering you without causing a lot of pain.
“Ahhh fuck, go slow,” you beg
Jaehyun holds his cock inside you, letting you warm up to his length as Johnny continues to move in and out of your pussy. Slowly, he eases his cock into you as Johnny holds your waist, holding you still to allow them in. They both work to build a rhythm, feeling their cocks rub against each other through the thin lining of your walls; the friction getting them both even harder. The initial pain which had been present before Jaehyun had first forced himself inside you had faded and now, you were in heaven.
With the grunts and moans coming from the three of you, it was only a matter of time before Yuta fumbles down the stairs, initially half asleep. When he finally makes out the figures on the floor in the living room, he strips himself free, instantly feeling much more alive. “Can I join?”
You had forgotten he was still in the house but seeing him at the entrance of the doorway, his cock standing erect, you nod. What the fuck is one more cock in the equation going to do?
It’s a rather awkward position but Yuta manages to squat down and force his cock into your mouth, letting you suck roughly around him. It’s a difficult task to concentrate on the length in your mouth as your body continues to be pounded from both holes. You grasp onto Yuta’s cock with your hands, attempting to guide it to your mouth, but each time you manage to grab it, your body jerks and his pre-cum slobbers against your lips, painting around the edges.
Although Yuta is the last to join, he’s the first to explode. His first spurt of cum landing into your mouth with a struggle. He gets up quickly, wanking his cock as fast as he can, showering the rest over your face and hair with his creamy cum. He squeezes the tip, forcing every last drop of cum from his cock before he finally flops against the couch, watching the remaining scene unfold.
You manage to hold on for a few more minutes before you finally feel the need to find your release. The feeling of two cocks rubbing against each other inside you becoming too much.
“I’m cominnng,” you scream, feeling the gush of juice fill your insides and burst around Johnny’s cock.
The two boys hold still, pushing themselves up to your hilt as you feel the overwhelming rush of your orgasm hit you. It seems to go on forever as you cry in ecstasy. Your body shakes with sheer pleasure as you come down from your sexual high and that image seems to do it for the boys.
Jaehyun pushes himself into your ass as far as he can, grabbing onto your hips as his cum shoots deep into your passage. He continues to fuck you as he empties himself, making sure every last drop is left inside before he finally slips out.
Your focus goes back to the man beneath you, hands gripping at the sides of his chest as you claw at him, letting him guide you to reach your second high; Jaehyun’s presence being pushed back in your mind. Your body shudders and trembles as you’re left to hold your weight up before eventually, you give in, losing feeling in your arms as you fall onto Johnny’s chest and your pussy spasms with his twitching cock.
“Let me fill you up,” he groans, thrusting deeper inside to shoot a stream after stream flow of cum into your worn out pussy.
“Don’t stop until you’ve fucking ruined her,” Jaehyun calls out from behind; clearly getting into this.
With a few more hard thrusts, Johnny falls back against the floor in exhaustion; your body following with his. The room is filled with your heavy breaths, trying to calm yourself as you lay still, scared to take his cock out. When you finally feel him soften, you carefully ease yourself off it, leaving a trail of Johnny’s cum dripping from your pussy.
***
The night remains in your memory as an exhausting event. You’re not sure how you wake up in bed but the faint recollection of Johnny’s voice echoes inside your head as you remember Jaehyun’s warmth surrounding you; helping you off Johnny.
“Good game, let me know if you want a rematch.” Johnny chuckles, directing his words to your boyfriend.
Jaehyun laughs with him, the vibration of his chest causing your body to rock in his hold as you attempt to fight off the droopiness of your eyelids. With the very little energy you have left, you being thinking of next time. Your boyfriend never lost at poker, so you were certain, he must have deliberately lost the game and he would definitely, do it again.
#nct smut#nct imagines#nct scenarios#jaehyun smut#johnny smut#nct jaehyun#nct johnny#nct yuta#nct127#jaehyun x reader#johnny x reader#nct#kpop smut#smut#jung jaehyun#seo johnny#nct x reader
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Nohebi Boyfriend Headcanons
literally made this because i don't see alot of nohebi boyfriend headcanons lol
warning ; nsfw , mentions of sex and kinks (like exhibitionism , choking , blindfold , toys , scratch marks )
honestly , if you are gonna have a problem with my headcanons , please leave 🚪👈🏻
i love nohebi and let me talk about them , give them the boyfriend headcanon that they deserve because literally one of them is in a canon relationship 🙄 (but mika is non-existent in this headcanon , im sorry)
🐍 Daisho Suguru 🐍
as we can see from the way he treats mika , probably a very good guy to you but an asshole to the others
well , other than the nohebi members lmao
anyways , i picture him that he is the type who would hold your hand wherever you guys go
locking pinkies with one another when you both are standing next to each other
when you are on your period , he is scared of you (learned it the hard way from his older sister i suppose) but he knows how to handle it because his sister taught him (in a way)
helps you out with your homework because he is in a higher class than you and YOU JUST KNOW HE MAKES FUN OF YOU XISBSIWHWIWHW LIKE OKAY ALBERT EINSTEIN 🙄✋🏻
sexy times with daisho includes having sex in the fucking gym closet because you both have no shame (mostly him)
or probably catching hiroo and his girlfriend at the corner 👁👅👁
FOURSOME ?? (woah sya no pls)
anyways , please go to his games to support him :( you will see the most biggest smile across his face but immediately hides it when you catch him smiling.
and yes , you scold him for teasing or taunting nekoma because you need your boyfriend to B E H A V E
🐍 Hiroo Koji 🐍
emo boyfriend ™️
im just kidding but he really looks that emo boyfriend with his edgy kuroo haircut
anyways , he is probably the clingiest boyfriend among the nohebi team because he doesn't like anyone except you
like deadass , his confession was like :
" i like you because i can tolerate you "
LIKE OKAY BITCH ? I CAN TOLERATE YOU TOO ? 😭✋🏻
would prefer to cuddle you than going out of the house with you . but if you ask him nicely , he would probably bring you to like the nearest convenience store from your house and buy snacks to cuddle you longer in your house .
his parents doesn't really mind you around and his younger siblings loves you more than him (expect alot of hiroo and them fighting for your attention)
sexy times with hiroo : GIRL HE FUCKS YOUR EYEBROWS OFF (LIKE SAYONARA EYEBROWS)
probably would fuck you in the gym closet when he is locking up the gym . (once was caught by daisho and his girlfriend *hint hint* and they both ZOOMED) he doesn't really mind though 👁👄👁
you didn't walk for a week after that so you know that its super beneficial for him because he likes staying home with you and not going anywhere other than school and volleyball practices
honestly , he gives very warm hugs and you would stay cuddled up on him for many hours .
🐍 Sakishima Isumi 🐍
someone add him into the pretty setter squad please or im going to R I O T
anyways , he is a very shy tsundere kind of boyfriend but actually worships you like a goddess
really loves you but shows it by flicking your forehead or constant teasing with either your grades or height
first time holding hands , made him so cocky like he was FLEXING to the entire team that he held your hand to school today (and akama was like : good job 👍🏻)
when you both walk pass each other during passing period , he would playfully nudge your shoulder or of course , flick your forehead
this bitch is the type who would insult your forehead
" damn , your forehead could fit the entire world map in there . " LIKE BITCH
the type who will put your head on his shoulder in the bus when you are fast asleep , after telling you to not sleep on his shoulder 🌚
really shy when you both slept together for the first time (not even sex lmao)
but when you guys had sex , he was so dense , it was so cute but he is trying his best . but after like 20 minutes , he loosen up abit .
OH MY GOD HIS SETTER FINGERS LIKE GOD DAMN AWOOGA AWOOGA it will reach spots your little fingers can't reach .
his aftercare is not the best but he is trying and learning slowly .
super insecure of his freckles but you are madly in love with them , would kiss them when he is 'fast asleep' next to you (but little did you know that he wasn't asleep next to you)
🐍 Takachiho Yoshiya 🐍
STOP SLEEPING ON TAKACHIHO HE IS MY SON AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH STOP SLEEPING ON HIM
as we can see from haikyuu bu! , he is like the father/mother figure of the team so expect him to care for you alot in the relationship
would give you good piggy back rides because he is so nice to you
calls you one million nicknames (i know right) but he does have his favourites like 'pretty girl' or 'angel' .
has a pet dog and the dog loves you more than him (he isn't upset about it but more of touched that his dog loves his love of his life 🥺)
he has this boyfriend sense that even if you didn't text him that you are sick , he is already at your doorstep , with medicine , snacks and like eight different hoodies for you to choose from .
like literally half of your closet is his hoodies and he doesn't mind because he wants you to have them 🥺
very into PDA and would want you to get along with his team because he loves the team but never tells them that except you .
but please don't be fooled , this man is a fucking crackhead at like 4am . he would send you a random meme , making you laugh hysterically for the next 2 hours before school starts .
sexy times with takachiho is the most heartwarming but the most eye rolling pleasurable experience .
LIKE THIS MAN CAN HIT THE SPOTS LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH and plus , he has like that deep ass morning voice .
wouldn't mind if you leave scratches on his back . the other teammates will pester him about it and he would just say , " i went too hard . "
🐍 Numai Kazuma 🐍
OWNS THE BOYFRIEND ™️ HANDS DOWN
honestly , he will give you like the best damn hugs in the whole wide world like you will feel so protected in his bara bara arms .
and the thing is, he is taller than you so like he will lift you up as he hugs you , signaling you to wrap around his torso as he holds you close to his chest .
GOD IM JUST ASKING FOR A BOYFRIEND LIKE NUMAI KAZUMA PLEASE 🥺🤲🏻
he literally worships you like a goddess , always be in awe on whatever you do (even when you just woke up with the most ugliest hair and ugliest facial expressions *he thinks its cute*)
yes , he has a picture of you sleeping on his chest as his wallpaper because he can't get enough of your face
PDA PDA PDA PDA this man live off PDA like hugging you when you pass him in the hallways to kissing your forehead randomly when you are just standing in the train next to him .
gives you a ton of his hoodies and would only want you to wear them because you are his precious PRECIOUS girlfriend .
soft dom numai ;) like he is so soft with you in and out of bed , his aftercare is OUT OF THIS WORLD (like takachiho and numai can have a aftercare battle tbh)
WILL NEVER DEGRADE YOU EVEN IF YOU ASK (maybe a little of degradation + praise) BUT PURE DEGRADATION IS A NO NO
he rather punish you by tying you up against the headboard and sliding in vibrators while you beg him to fuck you .
EYE CONTACT WITH HIM PLS- YOU CAN ACTUALLY DIE FROM HIS SOFT EYES STARING INTO YOURS !!!!!!
🐍 Kuguri Naoyasu 🐍
soft boy and very shy boy + he is very aloof so please don't think that he doesn't love you (he does , he just doesn't know how to show it)
not into PDA but will hold hands with you in private or lay on your shoulder (because he doesn't want his older teammates to make you uncomfortable)
probably the first person he would introduce you to is Numai because he trust Numai than the rest .
sleeps on your shoulder in the bus (unintentionally) , but sometimes you feel he does it on purpose . (because he said that he doesn't like PDA)
he is a very shy boy , so please be patient with him !! he is trying his best :>
says 'i love you' so rarely , everytime you hear him say it , your tears wouldn't stop falling from your eyes .
actually really happy that you go to his games and would blush the moment he sees you in the bleachers .
believe or not , he wants to kiss you more often but people keep getting in the way so that lead him to not do it often .
you first kiss was really magical , like those shojo manga scenes ; on top of the mountain , under the cherry blossom tree .
sexy time with kuguri : the first time you both had sex was in the later part of your relationship . i mean , you guys do make out and stuff , but like- never went the next level .
he is really gentle , always asking if you are okay because your face will scrunch up in pain , taking him in (because he is big)
after having sex with him , he begins to be more confident and actually tries to grab your ass from time to time
hint hint : remember that he is a wing spiker , yeah , let your imagination run wild on that 🌚
i know i didn't add the second years but i really don't know how to write for them :(
and definitely not because i love third years + because kuguri is always on my mind (bcuz of numai 🤗)
leave me a message , reblog or whatsoever if you like this headcanon ! please do let me know if you would like to use it too , NOHEBI STANS RISE !!!! 💕
#nohebi academy#nohebi#haikyuu#haikyuu bu#daishou suguru#numai kazuma#sakishima isumi#takachiho yoshiya#hiroo kouji#hiroo koji#nohebi headcanons#nohebi boyfriend#i love nohebi#kuguri x reader
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Nemesis (m.)
Nemesis- a formidable rival or opponent.
Pairing- Seo Johnny x reader
Genre- Smut.
Word count- 3.68k (these just keep getting longer)
Warnings- rough sex (is it a Lyra smut if this isn't included), edging, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), size kink, masochism, unprotected sex, begging, Johnny is cocky af. Could be more but i have no clue pfft.
Summary- From your local club, you find yourself in Johnny's bed
You hated Johnny. No, let's rephrase that.
You hated Johnny's guts. Having him around always made you the second spotlight of the performance. Doesn't matter where, wherever Johnny goes, people swoon over him like a bunch of wasps. Granted, He's got everything a girl could ask for. Looks, attitude, sweet talks, money, body, you name it.
You had them all too, but Johnny's popularity made you the centre of attention, that is, after him.
You would've been fine with that if it weren't for his tauntings. He's inevitable. He's everywhere you go.
You, till date don't know what the universe has against you, but the pair of you got accepted into the same university, the same company, even the same branch. There too, you're the second, Johnny's the ace.
So having had to hear 'Johnny this' 'Johnny that' 'oh look Johnny's this' had you fuming by the weekend. And here, you've found yourself in the club, two of your girlfriends beside you, trying to calm your about to erupt veins.
You felt a little free here, maybe even conceited. No Johnny, you had the spotlight. Oh and you knew it. You'd specially picked out your best club outfit, low cut v-neck, the black fabric barely reaching down your ass, tight fitting, highlighting all of your best features.
Eyes followed every single move of your body as you vibe on the dance floor, letting loose of all previous tension. With your friends beside you, rooting for you, it was perfect.
It was only after you'd worn yourselves out, you walk towards the bar, each sitting on one of the bar stools, ordering a drink, you hear your friend's fangirl over some guy or girl, could be any them. You down shots after shots, not paying attention to your surroundings feeling way better than you'd felt the entire week.
"Yo, he just winked in our direction" Stella said from beside you, continuously hitting your arm as you slightly shove her to the side, "One of us is gonna get some action today and i hope it's Y/n" Lola exclaimed, wriggling her eyebrows at you.
You give her disgusted glare, chuckling as she kept going with her eyebrows.
"Eesh" you rasp out, feeling the alcohol start to burn your throat. "Why would you even want that" you inquire, Lola turned towards you dramatically, placing her hand on your shoulder, "Because, you look like a sad hot mess, darling. That can't do" she stated, "Agreed" Stella remarked, eyes still undressing the guy she previously mentioned, maybe even the other guys in the room.
"What? No? I look fine?" you say, more like questioning yourself. "you look fine as fuck and sad. So stop wasting yourself here and go get some" Lola retorted, patting your back and then mixing herself up with the crowd.
"Yeah you see Y/n? I think this guy's absolutely perfect for you" Stella said, once the both of you stood up to go up to the dance floor again. "Which one?" you ask, eyeing the entire place quick, not actually caring.
She smiled sweetly at you, turning you around, and pushing you with all the force she could muster up.
"What the fuck-" you exclaim, feeling your body collide with someone. "-That one, babe, have fun!" she said in a singsong voice, joining Lola.
"I'm sorry-" you look up to the body you just crashed with, feeling yourself turn solid from spite. Why does he appear every fucking where?
"Johnny." you sneered, pulling yourself out of his grip, dusting invisible lint from your dress. The lad in front of you did nothing but smirk, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his lips, placing a soft kiss there, taking you off guard. "Y/n." he responded.
As much as you hated him, you felt yourself drowning in his honey eyes, the party lights in the club making him look ethereal, pulling you out of your facade for a second, before you step out of it, glaring at him again. "Here alone?" he inquired.
"None of your business" you said, comically as he'd have clearly seen you with two other girls.
"I see, What got you here?" he further asked.
"None of your fucking business." you hiss. Johnny let out an airy chuckle, "Aren't you in a bad mood" he asked. "Does that have anything to do with you" you ask through gritted teeth.
"Practically, no. But I need to make sure if my runners-up is doing fine or not" he said, double tapping your cheeks with his palm. You felt the coldness you previously had melt down, replacing it with nothing more than pure hatred and annoyance.
"Fuck you, Seo." you reply in a tight voice. "Oh, she's getting annoyed, isn't she?" he said, voice teasing clearly trying to get up your nerves.
"No." you retort, turning back wanting nothing but to leave the room in order to not breathe the same air as Johnny. "Really, doll?" Johnny asked, bending down to look at you straight in the eye. It felt intriguing, you were drawn to his gaze, trying to break out but to no avail. You look away, clearing your throat, looking back at him. "Yes." you say. Johnny walked closer, "Say.. Does my presence annoy you?" he inquired, obviously knowing the answer, "Yes.." You said, lowly due to the proximity.
"Then why aren't you walking away?" he asked, you let out a sigh, knowing even if you want to walk away, your friends won't take that well. "Because I can't," you reply, gesturing at your two friends standing still, watching your exchange of words. He looked at them, then back at you with a smirk on his face.
"I see. That's good. Because I've been dying to tell you this one thing" he moved closer, pushing your hair back, pulling you close by the waist, leaning into your ears,
"I've got this strong urge to rip that dress and fuck your attitude out of you."
-x-
That's how after a 10 minute ride, you find yourself, flat against Johnny's wall, hands on either side of your face as the lad didn't fail to explore even one corner of your mouth.
Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, he looked extremely appealing. That sentence he'd spoken had gotten you all weak in the knees, palms flat against his chest, as you immediately pressed your lips against his at the club.
This was another thing you hated about him. He's just so fucking fine not even incubus or other sex gods could say no to anything he says.
You try breaking away from his grip on your hands, wanting desperately to touch him, feel him.
"Stop squirming." he said sternly, breaking the intense kiss having a string of saliva connect the lips still. His eyes roaming all over your body, technically eye fucking you.
"Then let me fucking go" you roared, chest heaving from the previous make out, breathing in the air containing his manly musk. Johnny's head made his way towards the side of your face, nuzzling on the flesh before retorting to your earlobe, nibbling on it, you hear him hum. "Hm, why should i do that, doll?" his voice deep.
"Do you need a fucking reason to let me go?" you ask, rubbing your thighs together, his height making you feel extremely small, turning you on incredibly.
"If you want the dick better watch your attitude baby, i don't like brats." he replied, biting down on the skin of your neck, making you hiss slightly.
"Does it seem like i care-ah!" you yelp, feeling yourself get lifted off the floor, you look at him.
"Behave." he said slow, having the freedom of moving your hands now you immediately pulled his head closer to yours, locking his lips with yours, biting down on his bottom lips.
He broke away first. Looking at you with nothing but shock and lust.
"I get what i want, Seo. You don't tell me to behave" you remark, a smirk evident on your face. You hear him let out a chuckle as you felt yourself being thrown down onto the bed. "Not with me baby, you behave, you get what you want. Act like a fucking brat i won't hesitate to put you in your place." his eyes had gone dark, voice dangerously low.
Johnny made his way towards the bed, shirt already disposed along with his black denim jacket, he eyed your spread our body, admiring each and every curve as you gawk at his toned middle, chest chiselled adding onto why Johnny Seo is oh so perfect. The anger you felt, turning into pure lust, desire of wanting nothing more than for him to ruin you.
"Behave you say, well you're in for a long ride, Seo. I don't like behaving" you taunt, sending a wink in his direction, moving back the bed as he crawled forward towards you.
His demeanor was intimidating as he stared down at you with his cold eyes catching your ankle stopping you from crawling further up.
"I shouldn't even give you anything with that attitude of yours, baby." he said, pulling his body over yours, placing hands on either sides of your face, weighing his body down in order to not crush your bones.
"You're saying that cause you know you can't satisfy my needs. Poor baby boy," you feign empathy, running the back of your fingers down his face slowly, feeling his jaws clench.
With one pull, he had himself seated towards the edge of the bed, with you on the floor in front of him, seated between his legs, looking down at the floor as you try calming yourself from the sudden movement.
You felt hands grip your hair, pulling it back, forcing you to look up into his eyes. They were now void of any emotion. It scared you the slightest, but you didn't show it.
"When i said behave. You should've fucking listened, brat." he said, voice dripping venom, making your clench your thighs together, the feeling of vulnerability and how small you felt, made you needier than intended.
His grip on your hair wasn't soft, your roots felt like they'd detach any second, but you enjoyed every second of the pain.
You open your mouth to make another cocky retort, when the force of the tug intensified. "Better shut your little mouth and put it for another use." he said, pulling you in closer, his pants discarded behind you as the red angry shaft his toned stomach, the red tip dripping precum making your mouth water, the knot in your lower abdomen tightening.
He looked at you with a demanding look, eyes narrowed as you look up at him, eyes basically begging.
"Suck." is all it took, and you pounce at his member, earning a throaty groan from Johnny. You start at the tip, licking the slit, clearing of all the white substance there, then slowly wrapping your lips around the head, sucking in gently, wanting to tease him as much as possible.
Johnny rested both his hands on your head, pulling the hair back in a makeshift ponytail, trying to push your head further down.
"Stop teasing or you'll j-just make it worse for yourse-fuck.." he couldn't complete his sentence as you lower down completely, almost till the base, before pulling away feeling the head hit the back of your throat, activating your gag reflex.
Not letting you pull away fully, he pushed you back down, mouth open ajar, hitting your throat again, resulting in tears forming in your eyes.
You bop your head up and down, "That's right baby, uh-" he inhaled sharply as you hollow your cheeks, sucking in too hard.
You kept moving your head up and down, Johnny setting the pace with his hands still on your hair. You feel your jaws starting to hurt, neck starting to cramp a bit so you move your head faster, desperate to get him to his orgasm. But he had other plans.
You reach out between his thighs, still sucking and licking on the shaft, hands palming his palms, causing him to jerk his hips forward.
"Fuck Y/n stop" he tapped your cheeks as he felt his high approaching, but you didn't stop, rather you started bopping your heas faster, with more aggression.
"Ah! s-stop" he said, growing sensitive having his orgasm just by the doorstep.
Seconds before reaching his high, he tore you away from his dick with a sharp pull, causing you to hiss in pain, and whine in desperation of wanting to taste him.
You sat there still, wiping your mouth as drool had managed to escape amidst the blowjob while Johnny sat by the bed, looking at the floor trying to catch his breath.
Once calm and normal, he looked up at you, eyes burning with anger and lust.
He got up from the bed, while you stayed seated on the floor, making his way towards you with slow, agonizing steps.
"When i say stop.." he took a step forward, the anger in his eyes scaring you completely, making you crawl back.
"You stop." he took another step forward, you moving backwards.
"Then tell me. Why didn't you." he bellowed.
You stop your chest from heaving that fast, as he keeps moving forward, you soon find your back hit the wall, nowhere else to escape.
"Because i didn't want to" you rasp out.
Johnny took one large step forward, bending down, wrapping his fingers around your throat, standing up, pulling you by your neck, causing you to stand up along with him.
"You are such a fucking brat.." he rasped out through grit teeth, jaw tense.
He tightened the grip, moving closer as his figure towered yours, "You look so small, yet you have that attitude. Fucking respectable" he roared pulling you along and throwing you onto the bed the second time. You let out the breath you didn't know you holding in, eyes shut tight, opening once you regained the oxygen he'd cut off a few seconds away.
Johnny moved up to you, pulling your body towards the edge, ripping your dress off your body, the material of your panties being ripped into two too, as you moan silently at his sudden aggression.
"You're so fucking wet, just like a good little slut. But nope she has to have a fucking attitude" he said, shoving two fingers straight into your core without a warning, causing you to scream. Your juices splattered around from the movement of his fingers, squelching noises produced by how wet you are as Johnny showed no signs in slowing down.
"John oh!" you moan out.
His fingers were knuckle deep inside you, curling and pumping in again, brushing the soft spot. You jerk forward, hips moving along his fingers as he pressed the pad of his thumb onto your clit, driving you closer towards the edge. "Mm fuck.. " your voice small, feeling yourself clench around his fingers at the thought of being completely in his mercy. And oh is he merciless.
"Oh? You seem close, right, pretty doll?" he questioned. You were unable to answer as his fingers moved faster and faster, not able to form a comprehend able sentence only letting out lewd noises.
His free hand came flat down on your clit, causing you to jerk forward, "Fucking answer me." he resumed playing with your clit. Your knuckles turned white from how hard you were gripping the sheets. "y-yes, i..oh fuck.. I am!" your face contort out of pleasure, feeling the orgasm just two steps away, immediately fading away as Johnny removed his fingers from in you.
"Come on!" you cry out, feeling your high go further and further away.
"Hm? What happened baby?" he said, face portraying fake sympathy.
"Johnny, I was so close!" you let out a sob, unknown to the fact that tears had started falling. You hear him let out laugh, "Yeah you made that clear, didn't know your pussy that strong" he replied, removing the last piece of clothing article from your body, both of your bodies covered in sweat, glistening the light reflecting from the window.
"Johnny.. Please" you desperately try voicing out, wanting nothing more than a release. "oh she can beg! Pleasant surprise" he marveled. "Say, will you behave?" he asked, eyes narrowed looking at you as you let out a chain of sobs.
"No if you can't make me fucking cum-" you scream out before being able to complete the sentence, his fingers shoved back into you.
You were sensitive, shitless, your walls hurt and your orgasm denial was still fresh. "So being treated as a slut it is." he grunted, moving his fingers in an inhumanly pace, his other hand over your waist, holding you down flat onto the sheets as you grip that hand in a tight hold.
"Oh fuck.." your breathing fastened, feeling the previous orgasm come back to life.
"you look so fucking good, so small, so desperate for me" Johnny added pressure back onto your clit, rubbing fast circles.
"Ah!" you yelp when you feel him add a third fingering, curling and twisting inside of you, as you feel yourself reaching your high. You let a cry, orgasm almost there, but one last shove and he removed his finger, leaving your core desperate and pulsating.
"Johnny please!" you cry out louder, tears pouring down your cheeks faster as you grip onto his hands. He looked at you with a smirk on his face.
"Want to cum?" he asked, shoving his fingers into his mouth, licking your juices off of it.
"Yes! Oh yes please!" you reply, nodding your head frantically.
Johnny acted as though he was thinking for a while, "Well.." he started.
"You gotta work for it babe" he placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh. "So. Be a good little girl and beg for my dick." he said, seeing you all fucked up, hair all over the place, lipstick smudge, tears running down your face and so small, vulnerable yet you looked gorgeous.
Now you see, all the rationality you'd previously had was all thrown out the window. You wanted the release. You needed that release.
"Please, please fuck me Johnny, i promise I'll be a good girl! Just.. Please put your dick inside me, I swear I feel good!" you cry out, spreading your legs further open, as he sees your core glistening. Johnny let out a low growl, wasting not a second, holding you by your hip as you aligned himself by your entrance, the tip poking in.
He looked at you, seeing you stare back at him, and kept his eyes on you as he pushed in all the way, watching your face contort out of pleasure and maybe the slightest mix of pain.
"You're fucking right, princess-" he started, pulling his member out completely, before shoving it in, you scream, extremely sensitive but nothing you couldn't take.
"You feel extremely good. So fucking tight" his pace was fast, hips steady, no signs of it going sloppy anytime soon. Your orgasm was fast approaching, the build up begging you for it to be released, he pushed in further, leaning down and capturing your lips in a slow kiss in contrast to the pace of his hips.
"Joh-n.. I'm g-gonna.. fuck!" you couldn't complete the sentence yet the message was delivered. "Let go baby, it's fine" he said, going faster, rubbing circles onto your clit to encourage your orgasm.
You cum with a loud moan, clenching around him, trying to shut your legs close from the intensity of the orgasm, but his legs in between stopped you from doing that.
Johnny slowed down for a movement to help you calm a bit but not stopping completely. Growing impatient as you take your own sweet time to calm down, he gripped your thigh from the bottom, lifting it up to let your leg dangle off his shoulder.
He started fast again, your clenching pulling him closer and closer towards the edge.
You pant heavily, "Johnny i can't.." sensitive from all the edging and the high that not even a second ago. Causing a faint pain in your core, getting you all worked up ready for your second orgasm again.
Oh how you were a sucker for pain.
"Yes you can. And you will" he said, going deeper, slowed to feel each and every inch of your inside, feeling you clench around him again.
"Shit.." Johnny rasped out, feeling his high approaching from your constant pressure on his member.
He went faster, the only sounds in the room being those inhuman sounds coming from both of you, skin slapping and the sound of your wet core being pounded at.
"Johnny!" your voice wobbly from all the cries and moans, clenching around him faster wanting him to cum faster and get this over with.
"Fuck baby, scream my name again, I'm so, so close" his voice cracked, hips stuttering, but shoved into you powerfully once again.
"Johnny, ah!" your feeble voice screaming, your small cunt taking him this well, and your constant clenching pulled his last string.
You felt him twitch inside of you, then seconds later his seeds coated the walls of your core, driving you to your second orgasm, as Johnny rode the two of you out of your high with his deep voice letting out gasps and groans.
Johnny flopped down beside you panting from the action, the room smelled of sex.
After a while of quietness filling the air, Johnny broke it first.
"Well that was.. Something" his voice was more raspy than ever, as you gulp down the dryness from your throat.
"Yeah.." you reply tiredly.
"Want to go for a second round and see who lasts longer this time?" Johnny let out jokingly with no actual intention of doing so.
You turn to your side with a little bit of struggling, wrapping your hands around his torso as you pull your body closer to his.
"Just shut the fuck up and cuddle me"
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「𝒂-𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔」
— huang xuxi
a; aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
he likes to hold you close to him right after having sex and press little kisses to your forehead and lips but he will get up after a while to bring you a warm towel to clean you up because he knows how much you need aftercare after he has fucked you and just brings you anything you need, including helping you walk to the bathroom if your legs feel too weak
b; body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
lucas is a very confident guy so he probably likes everything about himself but i think his favorite body part is his lips and hands. he loves how much bigger his hands are compared to yours and how small yours looks when he holds your hand. i honestly think lucas loves every little thing about you, if you asked him to choose just one thing he wouldn't be able to answer
c; cum (anything to do with cum basically)
he absolutely loves cumming inside you or in your mouth, he loves watching it drip from your little hole or from the corners of your mouth, he finds it so hot how you can take so much of his cum inside you. he's a bit messy and does cum quite a lot
d; dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he wants to try roleplay and has so many fantasies about it that sometimes he even dreams about it. and it's so vivid in his mind, you all dressed up as a cute school girl with your uniform on and he has his black dress shirt and pants on, his watch shining on his wrist as he leans back on his chair, watching you walking towards him. he dreams about calling you a bad little girl and having you straddle his lap, apologizing for not handing over your essay as his hands wander under your little skirt. and the way he gets to just pick you up and fuck into you standing because of how much smaller you are then him and he just ends up waking up painfully hard and that is if he doesn't wake up with his pants already covered in cum
e; experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he's quite experienced, probably lost his virginity pretty early and has had quite a good amount of partners since then so he definitely knows what he's doing and is very good at it, since he already had the opportunity to try out a lot of stuff and knows what works by now
f; favourite position (goes without saying)
just like in his fantasy, his favorite position is when he's standing up, picking you up, his arms under your legs and your arms around his neck and fucking into you this way. it displays how much bigger and stronger he is compared to you and he also gets to kiss you and listen to your moans and whimpers next to his ear
g; goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
it depends on the moment and what type of sex he's having with you. i see him as being quite serious most of the time but i also see him letting go of a little laugh and being more playful with you once in a while
h; hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
i think he doesn't shave everything but he's pretty neat with it and probably trims it very well
i; intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
i don't think lucas needs to be in a relationship to have sex even tho he does values sex a lot more when love is shared as well but he's pretty confident in himself and if he's horny and the person he wants is also interested then he will go for it. but when he makes love to his s/o he likes to be romantic and light up scented candles, dim the lights and have sexy music playing in the background as he fucks you slow and kisses your lips gently
j; jack off (masturbation headcanon)
i don't think he jerks off that much and specially while sharing dorms it's hard to find the opportunity. he might do it about 3 times a week and he likes doing it while he's showering because that's practically the only time he gets alone and is relaxed
k; kink (one or more of their kinks)
it goes without saying that he has a pretty big size kink and with his height it's not hard to find a partner with whom he can experience it with. he's also really into power play, roleplay, fingering, praise, oral, finger sucking, overstimulation and consequently to his size kink he also has a pretty big bulge kink
l; location (favourite places to do it)
i think he prefers doing it in the bedroom most of the time but he also really enjoys doing it while you're taking a bath. having you straddling his lap while he rests back on the tub and sees you carefully ride him. the splash of the water, how warm and cozy it is, the candles around you and the sound of your moans just drives him crazy
m; motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
he loves when you act all cute and needy when you're horny, wrapping your small arms around him and resting your chin on his chest as you look at him with doe eyes and whine, he just can't contain himself when you're begging for his cock so sweetly like that
n; no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
i think he wouldn't like to be dommed at all, i just don't think he would be turned on by it. he likes to be the dom when it comes to sex and he wants to keep it that way
o; oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
he likes giving and receiving oral so much but he has a special love for eating you out. wrapping his plump lips around your clit, feeling how wet you get from his tongue, licking it all up, how good you taste, having your body squirming under him and your hands in his hair, he could just spend the rest of his life between your legs and wouldn't complain once
p; pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
he likes to incorporate both while he's fucking you. likes to start slow and sensual while you still get used to his size, watching your little pussy take his whole length and then start fucking you a little faster and rougher
q; quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
he won't oppose to it but he prefers proper sex so much better. he likes to take his time with you and set the mood, likes all of the steps of sex and quickies just don't allow him to do everything he wants to do with you. he will only resort to it when he really really has to
r; risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
public sex is not really his thing, he prefers fucking you behind the walls of your bedroom but he doesn't mind a little public teasing, in fact it gets him going a little bit. but he won't take the actual risk of someone potentially walking in on you
s; stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
this boy can last for a really long time and go for many rounds, you're probably the one who will struggle to keep up with him. like i said, he likes taking his time with you so sex will last a long time and he's not satisfied until you've cummed over 3 times and are begging for him to stop. your legs need to be shaking by the end of it otherwise he will feel like he didn't do enough
t; toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
he won't use toys on you that much, he prefers to use his cock and fingers more than anything, but he won't say no to fucking you with a vibrator before he uses his actual cock once in a while. he likes the way your body squirms and how wet you get for him, it's a really good preparation for when you take his length. he won't use or let you use any toys on him at all tho
u; unfair (how much they like to tease)
he likes to tease you quite a lot but he does it in a very sensual way. brushes his lips against your neck or lips without actually kissing you, likes to tease you over your panties and his favorite way is when he inserts just the tip of his cock inside you and doesn't give you more than that until you're begging him to fuck you
v; volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
he lets out whatever he needs to let out. he groans, grunts and moans quite a lot but he's not super loud with it, he wants you to be the only person that listens to him
w; wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
you throw your head back into the pillows, a loud whimper leaving between your lips as you feel lucas cock hit deep inside you, brushing against all the little sensitive spots. your legs were on top of his shoulders as he pounded into you. "there you go baby. your tiny little pussy is taking my cock so well. my good girl." you whimpered at his words and you felt his big hand picking yours up, placing it over your stomach. "can you feel it baby? can you feel how deep i am? hm? you're so tiny that i can even see my cock poking through your belly." you clenched around him as you felt the tip of cock under your hand and you grabbed tightly at his wrist as you felt your orgasm approaching. "be a good little princess and cum all over my cock, baby."
x; x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
he's big, i think we all know that. he's above average and uses it to his advantage. circumcised and he's more on the thicker side
y; yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
i think his sex drive is pretty average, he's not always horny but if you tease him the right way he will go absolutely crazy, so he'll have sex about 4 or 5 times a week
z; zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
like i mentioned in the beginning he does care about aftercare quite a lot so he wouldn't fall asleep right away, he will take care of you first before cuddling with you and letting himself drown in a deep sleep
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Was Edward IV a bastard?
Hi anon! Sorry for taking so long to answer but this a topic I am very passionate about lol. I will try to keep it short so if there is an aspect you want me to elaborate on please let me know!
So there are two types of support used to prove he was illegitimate: Contemporary accusations and modern historical discoveries.
Lets start with Contemporary accusations.
The first mention
The first mention of Edward being a bastard was made by Earl of Warwick in 1469? I can't remember the exact date but around there. He was backed by Edward's own brother George. Conveniently, this would mean that George is the true king. This was never supported by Richard III or Cecily Neville (the mother).
Richard's supposed accusations
Later Tudor Historians claimed that during the sermon held to declare Richard III as King in 1483, he also said that his brother Edward was a bastard. However, Polydore Vergil also says that Richard said he was the only real child of his father since his siblings looked like other men more than their father (what was Vergil smoking?). This is however, very unlikely. Not only did the official declaration (Titulus Regius) not include any such accusation but Richard refers to Edward as King. He also criticises Edward's ways but never calls him illegitimate. It is also worth a mention that Richard never took part against Edward when George made the accusation so he likely didn't believe it. I think the confusion was with Richard saying that Edward V and his brother were illegitimate, not Edward IV and his siblings.
Edward's Appearance
This is the one that irks me the most. According to modern and Tudor Historians, Edward was blonde, tall and handsome. Meanwhile, his father and brothers were dark and short. THIS IS NOT TRUE. Edward was very tall. But he had dark brown hair and likely light brown or hazel eyes. Richard was lighter in coloring. He had lighter hair and blue/gray eyes. And Richard definitely had a small build but he was not short. He was around 5 ft 8/9 and might've lost some inches to scoliosis but new research shows that his curve would not effect his height too much. He was lean which is why he was known to be small. And their father was very likely blonde but also tall. Richard DoY's father was also described as a giant so tall genes ran in the family. Tudor Historians had never seen the DoY, yet they could tell whether or not Edward looked like him. No one commented on whether Edward looked like his father or not when the father was alive. In fact, I think it was Jean Wavrin who commented that Edward was like his father. We simply do not know if Edward looked like his father or not. I think Edward certainly had his mom's small nose but he seemed to have his dad's squinty eyes. Here are all siblings in contemporary depictions and their parents (they all look similar)
Also want to add that these are Edward's paternal grandparents and how much he looks like his grandmother(fig 514):
Modern Historians
This is the one filled with myths. People say that Edward was not given the christening that Edmund was and also that Richard Duke of York was away when Edward was conceived. Long story short, Richard DoY was in Rouen when Edward was likely conceived. Edward's christening is a mystery like half of his other siblings including Richard. Richard DoY seemed to think Edward was his son (even trying to arrange a French princess for him) so why would he not give him the christening? Too many flaws in the theory.
Lastly, one thing that stands out that Richard DoY and the Earl of Warwick spread rumours that Margaret of Anjou's son was not H6's son. If it was well known that Edward was a bastard , they would have retracted. To me, it just looks like Warwick used the same trick twice.
And the only contemporary people who believed it were the French court, George and Warwick, all who had something against Edward. In cconclusion, I think that Edward was legitimate. Slandering a woman's honour was the best political weapon to bring down her family and her. Cowards couldn't even accuse her whilst her husband was alive.
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-HSA OC Information-
Character Bio
Name: Othenio Chansen
(Japanese: オテニオ・チャンセン)
Romaji: Otenio Chansen
Quote: “Please don't mind my twin brother, just don't cause too much trouble here okay?"
V/A: Hashimoto Koutarou (Japanese)
Gender: Male
Age: 22-Physical (???-Actually)
Birthday: October 22
Star Sign: Libra
Eye Color: Light Sky Blue (His Normal Eye Color)
Cotton White (Glows when using his Willow Magic)
Hair Color: Shiny Luster
Height: 254 cm
Race: Forest Whisperling
Species: Selenumnia Type
Homeland: Land of Wisteriana (Living in the Enchantress Forest)
Family: Unnamed Mother and Father
Nocturne Chansen (Older Twin Brother)
Unnamed Aunt (Was kicked out of the family)-(Deceased)
Alzir Otieno (First Uncle)
Unnamed Second Uncle
Unnamed Grandparents
Unnamed Family Relatives
Shirrira Kimana (Cousin)
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School Status and Fun Facts
Dorm: Silvanotte
School Year: Fourth
Class: 4-D
Student no. 3
Occupation: Student
Wisteriana's Imperial Knight
Club: Kendo Club
Best Subject: Target, Dark Artes, and Combat Simulation
Favorite Food: Maha Blanca, Wild Berry Pie, Mocha Milk (Mostly), and Cream cheese Cake,
Least Favorite Food: Anything Greasy, Frog Meat, Wasabi (Mostly), and Coconut Shreds,
Likes: Family (Close with his brother and cousin), Napping under the trees (Mostly), Training Sessions, Creating Stardust, Falling Stars, Reading Ancient Writings,
Dislikes: Negativity, Forest Darkness (Mostly), Forest Enemies, Anyone mentioning his height, His Cousin and Brother getting into danger, His deceased Aunt (Mostly), Interruptions, Unwanted Attention (Flirts are included), Chaos, Getting Scolded by Alzir,
Hobbies: Creating Stardust (Mostly), Calling the Forest Spirits for the Bonding Ceremony, Learning other Races, Napping (Mostly), Star-gazing (Mostly), Reading Ancient Writings (Mostly),
Talents: Willow Abilities, Forest Spirit Bonding Skills, Sight-seeing Skills, Swordsmanship Skills, Flying Skills, Spirit Communication, Stardust Illusions,
Nicknames: Otio (From his family and friends)
Othenio-senpai or Chansen-senpai (From the freshmen students)
Nenio (From Alzir)
Cousin Ollie (From Shirrira)
Little Bro (From His twin brother)
Other Nicknames:
Imperial Knight Othenio (Mostly by his fellow knights)
Onio (???)
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Appearance and Personality
Appearance: Othenio has a very tall and muscular male body build, but from a distance away he looks a little slender. He has long and straight shiny luster colored hair which he styles it into a low and straight ponytail which it reaches to his feet. He has light sky blue colored eyes which they can change into cotton white when he uses his willow abilities. Othenio is known for his friendly personality in the dorm, but he gets agitated sometimes.
Personality: Born as the second son and child in the family, Othenio's in the past as a child is more fully spending his time with his brother aside from his family members as the mont passes, however he was mostly scared of their first aunt after seeing her abusive personality towards almost everyone in the household. He and his brother mostly avoided her till she inflicted the pain on him and his brother, which it took some time to recover.
After everything was over, till Shirrira was born. He decided to join his twin brother in the Imperial knights training to get stronger once they heard Alzir had became a part of the council. Needless to say, it helped him to recover the trauma that his first aunt gave him, needless to say he didn't even notice that he had grew even taller with his twin brother after each training session they had for a month now. Much to Shirrira's dismay of seeing them towering her...
The current Othenio everyone is seeing is mostly one of the friendly person in the dorm and is definitely fully recovered from his first aunt's abuse in the past he had to endured for about a while. He's shows that he's often patient and calm and has a keen eye to check whenever things are out of hand, mostly he knows how to handle chaos, if things aren't settled he'll might ask his uncle for assistance.
Though he can be pretty cautious on a few things that his sharp ears can listen to eventually, more fully he thought about and is the one to not jump into conclusions, mostly he calm downs his brother whenever things are getting out of hand. Like his brother Nocturne, he too is popular like him to the women's population, more fully he finds it rather stressing to handle.
He's pretty fun to have if you get close to him slowly, for his love of astrology like his older twin brother and cousin he might show the night by flying around to let you see the falling stars up close. He's mostly fun and reasonable to have, but he tends to be slightly clingy and often asks your attention if possible but that's only in private.
Like his brother, be warned that he's easy to be pissed off. Getting slightly agitated is somewhat into his guy's head and emotions so mostly he's still smiling but more in a menacing way, his aura of getting angry is slipping through his smile, worse that if he looks at you directly, it's a good over that you're screwed.
At least there's one person you can rely in this dorm, just don't give him a hard time though.
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Trivia
-The name 'Othenio' means 'Give birth by night'. While his surname 'Chansen' means 'Determination. Strong willed. Force of Nature'.
-He's based on Ku (From The Ori Game Series) and the Colored Embers (From the Last Campfire)
-He's mostly seen with his brother and cousin from time to time, and is also seen with their uncle. But he gets scolded whenever he's late.
-He mostly calm his brother down whenever he's angry. Nocturne does the same whenever he's angry.
-Is also curious of the half-myths, but seems to know that Freya can talk and has social problems.
-He's good term with the demons, but mostly with Geoffrey and Toshihiro. Though he often witnesses Nocturne and Dorothea's bickerings.
-He also is knows about Shirrira's true potential and role. Like his family, he too kept it a secret till the time comes.
-His first aunt attempted to wound him with a glass bottle after she gave Nocturne brown walnuts due to his allergies. He was in coma for only two days.
-He can relate with Alzir when it comes to stars. Especially their hobbies that involves stardust.
-His voice was a well-mannered tone but still matches to his personality, his tone of agitated is there. Which is why I chose Hashimoto Koutarou to be his voice actor.
-Has a pet snow bear cub name 'Pola'.
-Often overslept from time to time, especially on training sessions with his uncle.
-He seems to remember the group of four friends in the past. Seems to remember them well than his brother and cousin.
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(@hourglassstationacademy) DONE!!
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Zenobia of Palmyra
Who: Septimia Zenobia Augusta (born Septimia Btzby [Bat-Zabbai], changed it to Septimia Zenobia, the name I gave as her "full name" is the name she chose as her regnal name. The name "Zenobia" basically means "child of Zeus" so just by meeting her she made her divine origins and importance clear.)
What: Empress
Where: Palmyrene (modern day Syria, potentially Arabic, Aramean, or Jewish. Active throughout the Middle East and Turkey)
When: c. 240 CE - c. 274 CE
[Image Description: coins from Emesa (now Ḥimṣ, Syria) from 272 CE. The front of the coin shows shows a portrait of Zenobia from the shoulders-up, surrounded by Greek letters. She has a stern sharp profile with a long large nose and round chin. She has extremely curly hair that seems to be braided in the back. She is wearing a diadem. On the left (the back of the coin) it shows a full body portrait of the goddess Juno is holding a scepter. She has her peacock and a star beside her There are more Greek letters around her. End ID]
The coolest conqueror you have never heard of. The asexual Alexander the Great. Warrior queen. Rebel against Rome. Badass. In under two years Zenobia swept through the Roman East, took over, and set up her high culture court, a place where diversity and intellectualism were highly valued.
Zenobia came onto the historical stage as queen consort to the Ras Odaenathus. But then he was until assassinated, at which point his throne passed to their son, Vaballathus. Vaballathus was too young for the crown so Zenobia was appointed regent. And she pretty much took over. She had big plans for the Palmyrene Empire.
This is going to be a longish bio, like with Bessie Coleman and Joan of Arc I have been totally taken in by Zenobia's story. And I had never heard of her before a follower recommended looking into her! (Thank you whoever you were! I didn't write down your name I am so sorry!)
Zenobia's origins are extremely mysterious and there are a bunch of different versions of her story. She has fascinated people since her lifetime. Many different cultures, historians, and writers have given her bio/life their own unique cultural quirks. Plus there's the whole being an enemy of Rome thing, that never ends well for your legacy. I am going to try to stick to the facts rather than the legend, either the one attributed to her or the one she concocted for herself (she was very good at propaganda, too).
She has been linked to Cleopatra and the Queen of Sheba, but probably wasn't related to either of them. She was the one who claimed to be descended from the Ptolemaic dynasty, specifically Cleopatra, of course. But odds are not even she actually believed it. The claim was a political maneuver to make her Egypian takeover look legitimate, she was a ruler coming home rather than an invader. Her actual ethnicity/ancestry is unknown. All of the ethnicities I mentioned -- Jewish, Arabic, Aramean -- have all been floated by various scholars over the centuries.
We don't even know what she looked like, really. The images that remain are idealized portraiture from her own coins. No statues or portraits have survived, potentially destroyed by the Romans. Everything else has been made long after the fact. She has been adopted as a patriotic symbol of Syria and was used as a symbol of Syrian and Arabic pride, she has been made both valiant hero and tragic damsel in the West, some say she was an idol of Catherine the Great, thanks to Egyptian magazines in the early 20th century she has become the quintessential female ruler. Some describe her as unbelievably beautiful, others describe her as a mannish tomboy. She is sometimes described as stereotypically emperor than empress in behavior, which really just means she was a very good ruler because women were supposed to be too frivolous and stupid for the crown.
[Image Description: a S£500 note from 1998. It has a green creasant on one side and a profile portrait of Zenobia on the other. She is shown with a long straight nose, curly hair pinned up, a square chin, wearing a diadem and a robe. There is a faded drawing of ruins in the middle. The bill is mostly in a green pallet. End ID]
But, what follows is the most likely story.
She was a well educated polyglot, highly intellectual, enjoyed hunting, and was probably of some noble origin, especially if she had those hobbies before marrying Odaenathus. She was apparently also fond of wrestling, less high class than the hunting thing. We know little about her family aside from the fact that she was the result of a second marriage. During this time she is often described as taking part in more male activities, like the aforementioned hunting and wrestling against boys, as well as enjoying a far better education than most, which seems reflected in her rule.
As a teenager she became the second wife of Odaenathus marrying him around 255. Odaenathus was a loyal subordinate of Rome, and was created King of Kings and Corrector Totius Orientis (Governor of All the East) by the Roman Empire in addition to his royal titles within his own domain. He went to battle for Rome, and although the record on Zenobia is vague, at this point there are accounts that she joined her husband on campaign where she became familiar with the troops. This friendly relationship would help her later on when she took command. It would also mean she was knowledgeable of battle and strategy and familiar with the battlefield.
Ultimately in 267 her husband and his elder son (from his previous marriage) while away from the capital. The story goes that within the day the crown went to Zenobia and Odaenathus's 10-year-old son, Vaballathus. The fact it happened so quickly would suggest she was nearby, helping her husband on the battlefield. Zenobia had no objections to her son being King and she herself remaining Queen Mother/Regent, but his title was nominal, she was the power behind the throne and everyone knew it.
She was a huge fan/patron of the arts, learning, and philosophy. Her court was one of high culture and discussion. Zenobia was a fair and tolerant ruler, she maintained a steady, stable, and safe multi-religious, multiethnic, and multicultural kingdom and eventually that extended to her Empire. This included protections for minorities, religious or otherwise. The leaders she interacted with never objected to or were hostile toward her person, reign, rule, or court. People, including the military and her governors, liked and/or trusted her. Any complaint about her reign comes from later sources.
In 269 Vaballathus got the title of Persicus Maximus (Victor of Persia), implying a military victory there (certainly actually Zenobia's since the "King" was only 12 at the time and she was well known as a strategic mind, she may have even marched with her troops). And that was the beginning of the end of Zenobia's Roman loyalty. That year she began expanding out of Vaballathus's allotted lands and into Roman territory. She wouldn't formally secede for quite some time, but she started attacking the Hell out of the fringes of the Roman Empire and Zenbodia had made it increasingly clear to her Roman connections in the East they would need to pick a side (ahem, hers) even before her campaign began.
Rome was, at the time, stretched thin and weakening. The Emperor was fighting off Germanic threats in Italy and the Balkans, closer to the Roman center. Her reasons for ultimately just going for it in 269 are not really recorded. Or a lot of them have been put forward. It may have been she wanted more direct control over the lands she had been promised. It may have been that she felt encroached upon and undermined by Rome. It may have been concern for her country's trade routes as Rome made diplomacy sticky. It may have been that she saw the Pax Romana weakening as the centralized Roman authority did. In the absence of direct Roman leadership she wanted to keep the region stable and prosperous.
In the spring of 270 she marched into Provincia Arabia (Rome's Arabic Province). Between 270 and 272 she took over much of the Roman East with domains extending from Palmyra up to Antioch (Ankara, Turkey), over to Dura-Europos (Salhiyé, Syria), down to Mada'in Salih (Al-`Ula, Saudi Arabia), over to Centralish Egypt, down to the Red Sea. This encompassed important historical cities such as Aleppo, Tyre, Tripoli, Jerusalem, Petra, Memphis, Alexandria, and Baranis. Really, conquest was a matter of months. A little over a year after she entered the Provincia Arabia, in August 271, the year was counted as "Vaballathus V" all the way in Alexandria, Egypt. In a year she had taken over most of the Roman East through brilliant military strategy, loyal followers, and a well implemented propaganda campaign.
[Image Description: the Palmyrene Empire at its height. End ID]
It was also in August of 271 that she started printing coins with her face on them throughout her Empire and she began using the title of Empresses, including adding on some Roman titles she hadn't been given. This was very open rebellion and Rome wouldn't ignore her anymore. The fairly newly crowned Emperor Aurelian had settled things enough in the West that he could afford to turn his full attention to the Empress in the East. Now, fresh from military victories of his own, Autelian marched the full might of Rome Eastward.
Faced with one of the largest and best trained armies in the ancient world, plus Rome's many loyal subordinates, it is unsurprising her Empire fell as quickly as it rose.
In May 272 she was defeated at Emesa. She had been on that battlefield leading her troops, away from the capital, but managed to escape to it. This was the beginning of the end, however, the Romans marched on Palmyra, but Zenobia had prepared for the siege. After negotiations broke down she and Vaballathus snuck out of the city and attempted to escape to Persia to try to assemble some kind of alliance. She didn't get that far. A year after she declared herself Empress, August 272, she was in Roman captivity.
Her fate is told a few different ways from there. She may have killed herself enroute to Rome so her captors would not be able to do what Romans always did, publicly display and humiliate her. She may have been taken to Rome, displayed as a traitor, marched through the streets, and humiliated. From there she was either executed by the Romans or married a Roman nobleman, retiring to a villa with an as of that point unrecorded daughter.
Her most likely end is probably the most tragic one: humiliated in Rome and then executed. It is unlikely Emperor Aurelian would have allowed her to live seeing as she committed treason, unlikely she would have married one of her captors, unlikely she had this random daughter only mentioned in this epilogue. Also damning, she doesn't turn up in the record again. Her son, Vaballathus, the only one of her children we know existed, also disappears from the record in 274, which doesn't look good for either of them. Although Aurelian occasionally went easy on his opponents, allowing them to survive in defeat and humiliation, considering that he completely obliterated Palmyra -- razing the holy sites, smashing government buildings, burning it to the ground, and literally massacring civilians -- odds are he was similarly unkind to its leaders. So, while her fate is unknown, my bet is that Zenobia and Vaballathus were executed or at least imprisoned.
[Image Description: Zenobia, Queen of Palmyra by Harriet Hosmer (you may remember her as one of the artists Edomonia Lewis hung out with), carved after 1859. It is a marble bust showing a woman with a stern expression, maybe a little judging. She wears a crown and her hair is mostly pulled back except for two strands hanging down her shoulders. She wears a robe. Her features are definitely too Caucasian given her actual ancestry but this is unfortunately largely the case. Any ancient images of her besides her coins were destroyed. End ID.]
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Zenobia's story has been told over and over and over again through the centuries from many different perspectives, many of them telling us as much about the historian's society as it does about Zenobia. There is one thing that remains consistent however, Zenobia didn't have much sex. Likewise Zenobia was a propagandist. She crafted her image. She could be anything, but that one detail stood out enough that everyone takes note of it.
We don't know her ancestry. We do know she avoided sex whenever possible.
She did get married, this is obviously true, but she was a noble. As I expounded upon with Elizabeth I nobility has obligations and this stretches back to the establishment of an aristocracy. If your continued power relies on blood relationships, making a baby is vital. Even if she wasn't a noble before marriage she was wanted by a monarch, that is not something anyone could turn down. If she wanted more power or authority marrying a king is a great way to do it and that means babies.
But it was said at the time and onward that she had no interest in sex. She kept her room separate from his. After marrying she said she would only sleep with her husband for procreation, some say that she only had as much sex as she did children, which may be as few as once.
There are some who say she had other kids, but we only know one of them for sure, Vaballathus. Some other kids have been attributed to her because they have no recorded mother others, like that daughter who supposedly integrated into Rome, exist in only one account and may have been fabricated. There are modern historians who argue that her chastity is just sexism, robbing powerful women of sexuality. I would argue that is just aphobia. An allosexual woman is not more powerful than an ace one and the historical record is consistent on her disdain for sex. Some say this may have been for propaganda's sake, but I don't see any evidence of that. It seems she really just didn't want to have sex. Many male historians have turned it into a focal point. People refuse to just allow her to be ace, there must be some reason, some point to it.
Once she took over she ruled alone. It doesn't seem she was looking for anyone to rule with her nor did she have anyone on the side. No Antony to her Cleopatra.
"She would not even know her own husband, except for the purpose of conception. For when she had lain with him, she would refrain until the time of the month to see if she was pregnant; if not she would again grant an opportunity of begetting children."
-Trebellius Pollio
[image description: Queen Zenobia Addressing Her Soldiers by Giovanni Battista Tiepolo c.1725. A bright painting showing (again a very white) Zenobia on the battlefield and in armor directing her troops who listen intently. End ID]
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How Did Satan Come To Be?
I recently read an essay by Lesli White, who is an excellent writer. Her prose are very readable. However, her essay, “How Did Lucifer Fall and Become Satan? Where Things Really Went Wrong,” is total rubbish and almost entirely lacking in anything resembling scholarship. She seems to merely regurgitate Catholic nonsense on the matter, while providing almost no evidence for her assertions (indeed, she sites only four passages of Scripture; but, she lacks the two or three witnesses necessary to establish a matter).
Feel free to read her essay, in one piece, before you read my response to it. Here's the URI:
https://www.beliefnet.com/faiths/christianity/how-did-lucifer-fall-and-become-satan.aspx
If the URI turns out to be a dead link, search on one of the many sentences that I will quote, below, from Miss White's essay, and you should be able to find a copy of the article.
Agreeing with the Roman Catholic schism of the body of Christ, Miss White teaches that “Satan was once named Lucifer, meaning ‘day star.’” But, while this is commonly held belief, even among many Satanists, it's simply not true. But, let's let Miss White make her case:
“The story of his fall is described in two key Old Testament chapters – Ezekiel 28 and Isaiah 14. He was an angel who was powerful and full of wisdom. He was perhaps the most beautiful and splendid angel ever created by God and of the highest order, but his pride caused his downfall and God caste him from heaven.”
However, if you actually read Ezekiel 28, you'll discover that verses 1-19 are about the king of Tyre, not Satan. It is clearly said to be about the king of Tyre in verses 1 (where he is called the prince of Tyre) and 11. In verses 13 through 16, the language becomes poetic, and the king is referred to as a cherub who was in Eden. So, the Churchisees (so-called “fathers”) of the Catholic sect conclude, without warrant, that the king of Tyre represents Satan, rather than that the poetic language of 13-16 represents the king's longevity, knowledge, beauty, wealth, and other blessings. The remainder of the chapter isn't used by Miss White to explain Satan, so there's no need for me to discuss it, here.
Isaiah 14 is about Babylon and her king. The pertinent verses, used by the Churchisees of the Catholic clique, are these:
“How art thou fallen from heaven, O day-star, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, that didst lay low the nations!And thou saidst in thy heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; and I will sit upon the mount of congregation, in the uttermost parts of the north;I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High.”
— Isaiah 14:12-14 (American Standard Version)
The words “day star," hyphenated in the American Standard Version, are deceitfully turned into the name, Lucifer, in Catholic versions of the Scriptures, as well as in some Protestant versions. But, modern scholarship has recognized that the Hebrew words rendered Lucifer are not, in fact, a name; they are merely a symbolic description of the king of Babylon. And any reader with common sense would not adduce from this passage anything about Satan.
Additionally, Miss White provides no evidence that Satan “was. . . full of wisdom,” other than her mistaken spiritualized interpretation of Ezekiel and Isaiah. Satan is cunning; he was never wise; this will be seen, further on.
Miss White's asserts, that Satan's “pride caused his downfall and God caste him from heaven” (sic). Again, this notion is dependent upon the assumption that the tradition of the Churchisees is correct. But, a little leaven leavens the whole loaf (Galatians 5:9), so it's doubtful if any unadulterated truth ever came from that divisive organization.
Without actually making a case that Satan is a fallen angel, from Ezekiel 28 or Isaiah 14, White then asks: “So where did the breakdown happen? Why did he rebel?” She then goes on to regurgitate the pablum of the Catholic denomination:
“In Ezekiel 28: 15, it says that he remained perfect in his ways until iniquity was found in him. We discover what this iniquity was in verse 17 which reads, “Your heart became proud on account of your beauty, and you corrupted your wisdom because of your splendor.”
The problem with this, as I have noted, is that the passage is talking about the king of Tyre. Although symbolicly called a “cherub” (vv. 14 & 16), he is first called “a man” (v. 2). Moreover, the one spoken of has sanctuaries. Do angels have sanctuaries? Scripture never mentions them, if they do.
Of course, one could argue that this passage says they do; but, Scripture teaches us the principle that upon two or three witnesses every fact is to be confirmed (Deuteronomy 19:15; Matthew 18:26; 2bd Corinthians 13:1; 1st Timothy 5:29; Hebrews 10:28). And tradition is no witness; it's just an opinion or idea that has been passed down, with people having no way to know the reliability of it's origin or the many steps along the historical path of it's transmission in which it may have been corrupted. Miss White continues, saying,
“It appears that Lucifer became so impressed with his own beauty, intelligence, power and position that he began to desire the high honor and glory that belonged to God. This sin corrupted him and was resulted from self-generated pride. This represented the actual beginning of sin in the universe, even before the fall of Adam and original sin.”
Wait. . . What? So, Satan “remained perfect” until he didn't, and not remaining perfect corrupted him? Am I reading Miss White correctly? And THIS wasn't the actual beginning of sin in the universe, but merely “represented the actual beginning of sin in the universe”?
I don't know if White intends to decieve, or if it just didn't occur to her that it is deceptive to say “he remained perfect in his ways until iniquity was found in him” (from the quotation previous to the one directly above). It's deceptive, because it gives the impression that that's what the text actually says; it doesn't. In every translation that I looked at (including two Catholic versions), the word “remained” was not used of the perfect state of the person of whom Ezekiel speaks! Every translation uses a word that denotes that he “was” (not “remained”) perfect until his transgression.
Why is this important? Because the word “remained,” as White uses it, in this instance, gives the impression that the text teaches that the one of whom Ezekiel speaks remained perfect, for as long as he did, of his own accord, and that, of his own accord he did that which was less than perfect. If this was a perfect angel, wouldn't turning to evil be an imperfect action? How does that which is perfect do that which is not perfect?
If Miss White is right, this is an important question: “What was the flaw in Satan's creation that allowed him to become corrupt without a tempter to goad him? Indeed, if this creature were created morally perfect, as God is morally perfect, then even with someone to tempt him, it would be impossible for him to sin; for moral perfection is immune to and resists temptation. God Himself cannot sin.
You say, “Wait a minute, Ian. Weren't Adam and Eve created morally perfect, and didn't they yeild to temptation?” That's an interesting question. The answer of Scripture is that Adam and Eve were not created morally perfect (Jeremiah 18:3-4; Romans 8:20; Colossians 3:22). Obviously, if they were created morally perfect, they could never have sinned. An essay of its own could be written on the origin of Adam and Eve's sinful nature; possibly even a book. But, logic and the testimony of three Scriptures makes it clear that Adam and Eve were created sinful by nature. I'll explore this, further, later on.
White continues, saying:
“As a result of Lucifer’s sin, he was rightfully judged by God. In Ezekiel 28:18 we learn that he was thrown to the earth. Satan was then completely cast out of God’s heavenly government and authority.”
Never mind the fact that the name Lucifer never actually appears in the original texts of either the Hebrew or the LXX, we do not learn from this passage that the day star, or anyone else, was thrown to earth. Moreover, we are told nowhere in Scripture that Satan ever had any part in God's heavenly government and authority. Satan was never thrown out of heaven, and unto this day he freely goes before the throne of God; for he continues to this day to acccuse the brethren (Revelation 12:10).
Miss White says, “He wanted to be like God and he discovered the consequences.” Again, this is the king of Tyre that Ezekiel is writing about. His sin was the same as the people of Babel (Genesis 11:4-9). But, Miss White goes on:
“Following his monstrous sin against God, Lucifer was banished from living in heaven which we are told about in Isaiah 14:12.”
Neither Satan nor the day star of Ezekiel’s prophecy were banished from living in heaven. There is zero evidence that Ezekiel's day star ever lived in God's heaven. And Satan's expulsion was foretold by the apostle John; so, it's apparent that Satan was not kicked out in Old Testament times:
“And there came war in the heaven; Michael and his messengers did war against the dragon, and the dragon did war, and his messengers,and they did not prevail, nor was their place found any more in the heaven;and the great dragon was cast forth -- the old serpent, who is called `Devil,' and `the Adversary,' who is leading astray the whole world -- he was cast forth to the earth, and his messengers were cast forth with him.”
— Revelation 12:7-9 (YLT)
Here's where Miss White demonstrates how little understanding she has about sin and corruption:
“After this, he became corrupt. He changed his name from Lucifer, meaning ‘day star’ or ‘morning star’ to Satan, meaning ‘adversary.’”
So, it was after he sinned, and after he was allegedly banned from living in heaven, that Satan became corrupt. That seems rather odd, to me; doesn't it seem odd to you? Because, my experience is that things stray from their proper function because they already are corrupt; they don't first go astray and then become corrupt.
Also, Miss White gives zero evidence that Satan changed his name from any name at all to any other name. Most reputable modern translations don't even have the name Lucifer in them; they properly render the Hebrew as “day star” or “morning star.” It is Scripture, not Satan, that calls the Devil by the name of Satan (and, even that may be only a descriptive term, and not a name).
Now, you may be wondering, “If Miss White is mistaken about how the devil came to be evil, exactly how did Satan come to be this way?” Fortunately, Jesus himself provides the answer:
“He was a murderer from the beginning and does not stand in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks according to his own nature, for he is a liar and the father of lies.”
— John 8:44
John says something pretty similar in one of his letters:
“For the devil has been sinning from the beginning.”
— 1 John 3:8
Of course, those ensnared by the so-called “orthodoxy” of the Churchisees will suggest,, “Maybe that means from the beginning of the world, not Satan's beginning.” Hmm. Maybe. But, “maybe” isn't recognized by Scripture, or any scholars of Scripture, as a legitimate way to interpret the Scriptures.
Let those who use theories to maintain their idols of the heart, their corrupt understanding of Scripture, take heed to the apostle Paul's admonition:
“. . . learn through us the meaning of the saying, “Nothing beyond what is written,” so that none of you will be puffed up. . .”
— 1 Corinthians 4:6 (New Revised Standard Version)
The only reason to reject the idea that “from the beginning” in these verses means from the beginning of Satan himself, is that you don't like that understanding. But, the Scriptures don't care if you like what they say.
The fact is, in any language, when we make a time statement, such as “from the beginning,” it always pertains to the subject at hand unless another point of reference is indicated. Jesus was perfectly capable of saying the words “from the beginning of creation,” if it was that beginning, and not Satan's, that he meant:
“But from the beginning of the creation, God ‘made them male and female.’”
— Mark 10:6 (New King James Version)
“For in those days there will be tribulation, such as has not been since the beginning of the creation which God created until this time, nor ever shall be.”
— Mark 13:19 (NKJV)
But, you'd be an idiot if you thought Jesus meant “the beginning of the creation” in the following verse:
“And you also will bear witness, because you have been with Me from the beginning.”
— John 15:27 (NKJV)
And yet, here Jesus doesn't specify what beginning; so, maybe he means the beginning of creation. Well, I guess if the obvious meaning doesn't suit you, if you have a doctrinal idol of the heart that demands that it mean the beginning of creation, then maybe it does. God is willing to let you be decieved by your maybe; for, if God will deceive a prophet, he will certainly deceive those who refuse to see the truth:
“If a prophet gives a false message, I am the one who caused that prophet to lie. But I will still reject him and cut him off from my people.”
— Ezekiel 14:9 (Contemporary English Version)
“The coming of the lawless one is according to the working of Satan, with all power, signs, and lying wonders, and with all unrighteous deception among those who perish, because they did not receive the love of the truth, that they might be saved. And for this reason God will send them strong delusion, that they should believe the lie, that they all may be condemned who did not believe the truth but had pleasure in unrighteousness.”
— 2nd Thessalonians 2:9-12 (NKJV)
Naturally, many will ask, “If Satan was evil from the beginning of his existence, where did he come from?” The Scriptures aren't as clear about this as they are about the creation of man. It is implied that God created Satan, possibly at the same time he created the animals:
“Then God said, ‘Let the earth bring forth the living creature according to its kind: cattle and creeping thing and beast of the earth, each according to its kind’; and it was so. And God made the beast of the earth according to its kind, cattle according to its kind, and everything that creeps on the earth according to its kind. And God saw that it was good.”
— Genesis 1:24-25 (NKJV)
“Now the serpent was more cunning than any beast of the field which the Lord God had made. And he said to the woman, ‘Has God indeed said, “You shall not eat of every tree of the garden”?’”
— Genesis 3:1(NKJV)
Since serpents were known to the Hebrews as beasts that creep upon the earth, one may infer that God created this beast that tempted Eve, in the garden.
Many will ask, “If God created Satan, and especially if he created him along with all the other beasts, how can that be good?” The answer is this: If any aspect of the creation of Satan (his evil nature, for example) was a mistake, if anything about the creation of Satan missed the mark that God was aiming for, then God sinned (the word sin comes from a Greek archery term, which means to miss the mark). But, if every aspect of Satan is just as God has intended, then God may well approve of his workmanship and declare it good. This is not the same as saying evil is good; it is saying only that God's intention is good, that his achievement (in hitting the mark) is good, and that his handiwork is good. Bringing an evil one into the world was good; the evil itself was not.
No doubt, some will want to know, “How could bringing evil into the world possibly be good?” The answer is this: Contrast and Opposition.
Let's consider contrast, first. Have you ever seen the reaction of a deaf child that, by means of cochlear implants, has been given the gift of hearing? Or the reaction of a color-blind man who has put on glasses that allow him to see the full spectrum of the rainbow? Most people take these things for granted; but, those who have had an experience of not knowing their goodness have an appreciation that goes beyond what most of us can truly comprehend.
Goodness cannot properly be understood or appreciated without the experience of evil. Beauty cannot be fully appreciated apart without knowing that which is truly ugly. Peace cannot be properly valued without having known horror. Truth cannot be properly valued without the experience of deceit. Light cannot be fully enjoyed if you've never known darkness. Unity cannot be appreciated if you've never known division. Spiritual life cannot be appreciated without having known spiritual death.
Moreover, opposition is critical to development and maturity. Without it, proper growth is impossible. It is that opposition that we call “gravity,” which causes objects to fall to the ground, that initially keeps a baby from standing up and walking about; but, without that opposition, the baby would not grow in strength. Likewise, it is evil that enables a spiritual man to grow in moral character by his resistance to it. Jesus grew in maturity (Luke 2:52; Hebrews 5:8-9) to an extent that few who claim to follow him ever have:
“In your struggle against sin you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood.”
— Hebrews 12:4 (NRSV)
Next, Miss White gets off on a rabbit trail, leaving the issue of how Satan became evil, to doing her best to make sure her readers never even consider that what she teaches is demonic; but, she's clever, and starts out with obvious truth, before going on to doctrines she considers “orthodox,” but which most Christians have never really studied:
“It’s very important that we watch out for Satan and his advances. The enemy will do everything in his power to get you to focus your attention away from God. In a society where so many are driven by acquiring wealth, power and status, Satan wants you to believe that obtaining these things will bring you happiness and completeness. This is completely false.”
We can excuse her for not providing proof of this, because all believers know it to be true. However, in her next statement she brings up rejection of a so-called “orthodox” doctrine, as a means that Satan allegedly uses to deceive disciples of the Lord. Unlike the issues she has already mentioned, few believers have ever studied so-called “orthodox” doctrines; and, if they have, they probably have not considered any in-depth studies that are critical of these doctrines.
Those who accept something as scriptural on the basis of having been told it is so by someone they trust are not engaged in faith; they're engaged in assumption. Their “belief” merely assumes the truth of the “orthodox” doctrine. Well, in a sense such notions are faith. But, they are faith in tradition, not faith in God; it is trust in teachers, not trust in Christ.
Notice how clever Miss White is, in her attempt to make sure her readers remain twice the children of a burning garbage dump as herself. When speaking about Satan, she says:
“He also wants you to believe that hell doesn’t exist, not only because it puts us in a mental place where living a life of sin is acceptable but also because he wants to put us at odds with God.”
Here's the truth: Satan revels in the fact that millions of Christians believe in hell. Not only because it paralyses them with irrational fear (the fear their faith might not be the saving kind, and that their sins will result in them suffering unspeakably obscene torture for eternity), which consequently causes them think they might as well relax and enjoy their favorite sins; but, because also it causes Christians to blaspheme the everlasting love and grace of God and to belittle the cross of Christ.
If Satan wants people to believe that hell doesn't exist, then why did he promote belief in hell among the Egyptians at a time when the Israelites themselves did not believe in it? That's right! The first time in history, when we are introduced to the idea of dead people who are actually alive, but in a different realm, where those who were wicked in this life are tortured in flames upon death, is in Egyptian mythology.
Read the Old Testament. You may see the English word, “hell,” in some versions of the Hebrew Scriptures (the best translations do not have the word “hell” anywhere in the Old Testament); but, you will find no doctrine of hell in the Old Testament. The doctrine of everlasting torment, called “hell,” was the invention of the Catholic denomination's “saint” Augustine.
Are we to believe that, when God told Adam that the penalty for his disobedience was death, that he was enjoying a fiendish joke, knowing that, to Adam's surprise, when he died he wouldn't really be dead at all, and that, instead of death, Adam would be tortured for thousands upon thousands of hours, and after that, he'd continue to be tortured for thousands of thousands of days, and then, after that, the torture would continue for thousands and thousands of weeks, and then for thousands upon thousands of years. . . And that, in fact, the torture would never end? Since God cannot lie (Numbers 23:19; 1st Samuel 15:29; Hebrews 6:18), we can rest assured that Adam is actually quite dead, unaware of anything (much less torture).
“For the living will know that they shall die: but the dead know nothing, and there is no longer any reward to them; for their memory is lost.”
— Ecclesiastes 9:5 (Brenton Septuagint Translation)
“Then the dust will return to the earth as it was, and the [b]spirit will return to God who gave it.”
— Ecclesiastes 12:7 (NASB 1995)
“Surely the fate of human beings is like that of the animals; the same fate awaits them both: As one dies, so dies the other. All have the same breath; humans have no advantage over animals.”
— Ecclesiastes 3:19 (NIV)
When the breath of God leaves a man and returns to Him, man ceases to be a living soul. He knows nothing, he can neither praise God (Isaiah 38:18) nor curse him, it is as a dreamless sleep (1st Kings 11:43, 22:50; Job 14:10-12; Psalm 13:3; Daniel 12:2; Luke 8:52-53; John 11:11-14; Acts 7:60; 1st Corinthians 15:6; 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18).
The Egyptians passed their doctrine of hell on to the Greeks, from which the Catholic schism got it. But, they also passed the doctrine on to the Arabs, from which Mohammed obtained it. Thus, we find the staunchest proponents of the Doctrine of Hell are not the various denominations of the body of Christ, but the false teachers of the so-called religion of “peace.”
Are we to believe that God inspired Egyptians and Arabs to have well-developed notions of hell, but never said a word about it to any Old Testament patriarch, prophet, or priest, and that Satan could not disuade heathen nations from belief in the torments of hell? Are we to believe that Satan can't convince Mohammedans that hell doesn't exist?
Miss White goes on to exult what she apparently views as the greater power of Adam to “break” mankind, and the superior strength of the will of man to resist what she clearly views as God's impotence to actually save. She also seems to praise the notion that God has a perversely fiendish penchant for nasty eternal surprises; for, if the Catholic/Protestant/Mohammedan doctrine of hell is true, it will certainly be a nasty surprise to millions of faithless Israelites who lived prior to the “good news” of God's (heretofore unrevealed) everlastingly failing mercy. In her view, it seems that man must have redeeming qualities as a prerequisite to salvation (namely, that man must have enough goodness, wisdom, and will to be saved). Listen to her utter twaddle:
“How could a God who loves us so deeply send any of his children to a place of such torment? While hell is just as real as heaven is, God doesn’t send us there. Our complete brokenness does. God does everything He possibly can to keep us away from hell.”
Miss White's God is pathetic. He does everything He can; but, he's just no match for the will of man to resist even His best efforts to save him. Her Christ is quite inferior, too. He's just not able to save as many as died in Adam, or He just doesn't want to. Isn't that something?
Miss White says nothing to prove that her Boogeyman (hell) is real. She just assumes it is, knowing that most of her readers are irrational and fearful in the ignorant belief they share with her, that God hates some people as much as he loves others.
I am not going to try to persuade you that hell is not real, even though I am entirely persuaded that it is complete nonsense. Nevertheless, search as you will, the notion of eternal torment formed no part of any proclamation of any gospel message anywhere in the New Testament. And wherever you find the word “hell,” coming out of Jesus mouth in English translations of Scripture, with one exception, it is always as a warning to people who believe in Christ, and not to the unbelieving Jews. And, even the one exception really isn't a warning so much as it is a rebuke (Matthew 23:15).
For the sake of argument, let's assume hell is real, that it actually is the teaching of Scripture. Miss White has offered zero evidence that God does not send people there, or that people send themselves there. That idea is asinine on the face of it. Until the 19th century, most of unbelieving humanity never heard of hell (think Asia, India, Africa, South America, and nearly all of North America); so, how could they have sent themselves to hell?
Now, here's something that actually is undisputably just as real as heaven: the Lake of Fire. It is a terrible refiners furnace, in which many legitimate servants of Jesus Christ, genuine spiritual virgins who are sincerely anticipating the Lord's return, and authentic ministers (so-called “priests” and “pastors”) of Christ's assemblies, will suffer (Matthew 18:28-35; 25:1-12 & 26-30; Luke 12:42-48).
And while the Lake of Fire is real, no one sends himself there, either; everyone who goes there is sent there by Christ! It is the second death; but, it will end, when that which is filthy, useless, and carnal is burnt away from polluting the images of God that suffer its torments, when at last Jesus conquers the last enemy (1st Corinthians 15:26).
Miss White says that, if we go to hell, “Our complete brokenness” is what sends us there. But, how did we become broken in the first place? Miss White, I'm sure, believes that we ourselves are responsible for that; but, as I mentioned earlier, this is not the teaching of Scripture! Here's what the Scriptures actually say about mankind's brokenness:
“The word that came to Jeremiah from the Lord: ‘Come, go down to the potter’s house, and there I will let you hear my words.’ So I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was working at his wheel. The vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter’s hand. . .”
— Jeremiah 18:1-4
“for the creation was subjected to futility, not of its own will but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope.”
— Romans 8:20
“But the scripture has imprisoned all things under the power of sin, so that what was promised through faith in Jesus Christ might be given to those who believe.”
— Galatians 3:22
When a Potter is making a vessel, and it becomes spoiled, marred, ruined, or defective, it's because of one or two reasons:
a. The clay is of low quality
b. The Potter applied too much pressure at the wrong time.
The apostle, Paul, is explicit in telling us that man was not a willing participant in his having become subjected to futility, saying that all have been imprisoned under the power of sin. Our sinfulness is part of God's plan. The responsibility for sin lies with Him, not us.
Will we be called to give an account for our deeds? Yes. Will we be punished for our wicked deeds, or rewarded for our good deeds? Yes! But, whether good or evil, we are not responsible for our deeds.
We have been marred, ruined, spoiled while still in the hand of the Potter. We have been subjected to vanity, not willingly; but, by Him who subjected us. We have been imprisoned by Scripture under the power of sin. And whatever good we do, as disciples of the Lord Jesus, it is Christ in us that does them (Matthew 10:20; Galatians 2:20; 1st Corinthians 15:10; 2nd Corinthians 4:7).
If we assume that hell is real, then Miss White's assertion that “God does everything He possibly can to keep us away from hell,” is asinine to anyone who truly knows the love and power of God. And anyone who has even a passing familiarity with the Scriptures should have an understanding of the power of God, even if they don't yet know his love. So, in 2000 years, how many people has God permitted Christ to stop in their tracks, and to call to them from heaven, to save them from their sins? Only one that I've ever heard about (Acts 9:3-16).
God does not appear to be doing anything at all, at this time, to save most of humanity. Nevertheless, God is in the process of reconciling all men to Himself through Christ Jesus (2 Corinthians 5:17-19; Colossians 1:13-20). But, God does not do everything He possibly can to achieve this goal; He does everything he has, in ages past, determined He would do to save all men — and He will not fail.
Miss White goes on, returning to the obvious, which in this essay, merely serves as a distraction. Hell seems to be the real issue that she wants to drive home; and now, without having provided any evidence that hell is real, she wishes to move away from that issue before her readers have time to think critically about it:
“In addition, Satan wants you to believe he’s more powerful than God in hopes that you will lean on your own understanding, not God’s.”
This, of course, is just stupid. How would a person believing that Satan is more powerful than God lead him to lean on his own understanding? Wouldn't it cause him to lean on Satan's understanding? Isn't this what we see the whole world doing, now, with the so-called “science” that a few, select organizations and most governments are promoting as god? People are leaning on the “science,” rather than common sense, personal research, and rational analysis of facts, experience, and what they're being told.
Miss White continues:
“He wants you to hear his voice, which manifests itself in the form of stress, confusion, addiction, even depression, instead of talking to God and trusting that all things are possible through Him.”
But, while this is true, it's really pretty basic stuff. It has nothing to do with the question, “How Did Lucifer Fall and Become Satan?” or the subject of “Where things really went wrong.” But, it undoubtedly gets readers to think about something other than how she hasn't provided any evidence for any of her most important assertions. Miss White offers more filler to keep her readers distracted:
“If you believe God doesn’t have your back, Satan believes you will turn to him.”
Miss White talks like a fourth grader. This is complete rubbish. Although the day is fast approaching, when Satan will expect people to turn to him, this has not been his focus for the better part of 2000 years! Very few people turn to Satan when they turn from God.
I'm going to skip ahead in Miss White’s essay, because most of the rest is just more irrelevant, very basic, fourth grade religious primer type stuff that has nothing to do with the stated topic of her essay. It's not even an application of her unsubstantiated claims about how Satan became evil:
“God promises eternal life and salvation for those who believe.”
I believe two apples, when added to two other apples, equals four apples. So, I guess I have eternal life. Right? What if I believed in Zeus or some other false god? Does God promise eternal life and salvation for that? Or, maybe teaching what God actually promises is important, as well as providing evidence of the truth of it for those who are ignorant.
The fact is, although it is true that those who believe in Jesus Christ are promised immortality (Romans 2:7; 1 Corinthians 15:53-54; 2 Timothy 1:10), the Scriptures never promise “eternal life,” in those words. Every instance in which “eternal life” is mentioned in English versions of the Bible, the original Greek speaks of æonian life or ageistic life (life pertaining to the age). This can easily be seen in more literal translations (for example, the Concordant New Testament, Young's Literal Translation). While immortality is promised, the focus of the New Testament is life for the coming kingdom age.
The rest of Miss White's remarks are irrelevant to the subject of how Satan became evil, so I'm not going to pursue an examination of them. Rather, I'd like to conclude this review of her godless, albeit traditional views, by showing the significance of Satan in God's eternal scheme to create a family for Himself.
We have seen that it was necessary for God to have an adversary, in order that contrast and opposition might be provided for the development of appreciation of His goodness as well as the development of righteousness in His children. Likewise, for this reason it was important for man to be created from dust, as carnal or fleshly, earthly beings that lust after the flesh.
Adam and Eve, like Satan, were never morally perfect beings. If they were, why did they never eat from the Tree of Life? Every Christian theologian acknowledges that the Tree of Life was Christ. So, why didn't Adam and Eve eat from the Tree of Life and live “forever”?
The answer is because, Adam and Eve were not spiritually perfect. In fact, they were not even especially spiritual. They were created carnal, as soulish or soulical beings:
“And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.”
— Genesis 2:7 (KJV)
Yes, God breathed a spirit into man, and the binding of that spirit to the dust that is man created a living soul. So, man because he is made from the dust of the ground is earthy, dusty, slimey, clayish, mundane. But, the apostle Paul tells us:
“And so it is written, The first man Adam was made a living soul; the last Adam was made a quickening spirit. Howbeit that was not first which is spiritual, but that which is natural; and afterward that which is spiritual. The first man is of the earth, earthy; the second man is the Lord from heaven. As is the earthy, such are they also that are earthy: and as is the heavenly, such are they also that are heavenly. And as we have borne the image of the earthy, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly. Now this I say, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God; neither doth corruption inherit incorruption.
— 1 Corinthians 15:45-50 (KJV)
The Tree of Life (Christ) didn't appeal to Adam and Eve because it was heavenly and they were earthly. Otherwise, surely they would have eaten from it. Indeed, Adam had time to name many animals before Eve was created; but, he never found time to eat from the Tree of Life.
If Adam and Eve were created spiritually perfect, the Serpent's temptation would have been resisted:
“But each one is tempted when he is drawn away by his own desires and enticed.”
— James 1:14 (NKJV)
“For all that is in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—is not of the Father but is of the world.
— 1 John 2:16 (NKJV)
So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food [that's the lust of the flesh that John listed first, in the verse above], that it was pleasant to the eyes [the lust of the eyes he spoke of second], and a tree desirable to make one wise [the pride of life he mentioned lastly], she [was drawn away by her own desires and enticed, as mentioned by James, and so she] took of its fruit and ate. She also gave to her husband with her, and he ate.
— Genesis 3:6 (NKJV)
So, we see that, even before Adam and Eve ate from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, their souls were earthly, not heavenly; they were of the world and not of the Father. Indeed, if God wanted to create spiritually perfect children, he wouldn't have made them from the dust of the earth; he would have given them spiritual bodies:
“There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body.
— 1 Corinthians 15:44 (NKJV)
God wants children who aren't just spiritual, but who are “mature, who because of practice have their senses trained to discern good and evil (Hebrews 5:14 NASB 1995). Adam and Eve gained a knowledge of good and evil; but, they were neither mature nor discerning; moreover, they were not spiritual.
Adam and Eve needed a savior even before they ate the Forbidden Fruit; but, they were unaware of their need, or of their unacceptable nature, until they ate from the Tree of Knowledge. Satan was necessary to necessary to help them overcome their fear of the consequence of eating from the tree, so they could realize their nakedness (their unacceptable state as fleshly souls, and their need to be clothed with the righteousness of Christ); thus Satan has been God's tool, to provide opposition and contrast ever since. God does not tempt men; but, he did create Satan; in part, for this very purpose (Job 1:8-12).
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