#i have more thoughts but I am restraining myself because some of them I may use later
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JMINHBG I can't believe ranting anon was asleep for TWO whole updates, for shame >:C anyway CASEY IS SO SWEET KMJNHBG- Lil Leo being still just a liiitle skeptical of Cj is adorable because it kinda represents that after everything happened with his brother's, he was affected by it and he is in fact a very smart little dude! And Casey being the absolute sweetest little guy and promising to not snitch on him and the little part at the end is so so much better because he's actually seen death, many times! He knows what it's like and its probably a bit of a sensitive topic and he's pretty much saying in his own little way he'd die 1000 times for both Lil Leo and normal Leo!! And like it's so obvious how attached he is to any version of Leo thanks to his future dad being Leo. I sorta like to think Casey wanting to protect lil Leo and being nice to him and promising, even in a joking way, that he'd die before telling on him is Casey trying to be like his dad, and helping this Leo since he couldn't help future Leo! Idk maybe I'm reading too far into one line but I'm still waking up and your comics make me emotional (/pos) <3
Ranting anon deserves all the sleep!!! Plus this update was hilariously early so big lol -
I want Cj n Lil Leo to be friends so bad fr fr fr fr! I THINK THAT IF LEO WERE TO FULLY TRUST HIM THEY WOULD BE SUCH GOOD FRIENDS AND CJ WOULD BE THE BEST BABYSITTER
Like Mikey did a really good job for his first time ever watching a child but Cj would be the MVP!!!! I think Leo would love stories about the futuer (as long as they're tld as if they're fiction which technically they now are because timeline stuff yknow)
ALSO FRRFREIFJIOJG3I sobs I am so glad you're enjoying the comcis it means a lot to hear it :')
#i have more thoughts but I am restraining myself because some of them I may use later#no guranatees but i have many many thoughts that sometimes i just write down in case i need em ya know
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ignorance is a sin which may lead to a grave error.
summary. A noble man—a boy, more accurately; he barely looked their age—would, of course, try to court them. Wonderful.
trigger & content warnings. reader gets misgendered, violent thoughts but no-one gets hurt.
tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff, hurt/comfort-esque. pantalone, il dottore, and la signora & pantalone's child!reader. 1.1k words. they/them pronouns for reader. reader is 16-17 in this piece & is hinted at being somewhere on the aroace spectrum. prev | next
author's thoughts. i decided to make snezhnaya a very volatile, politically complex nation in this oneshot. tension is fun <3 anyway dottolone is heavily implied here because i thought that dynamic would be SO funny with pantalone's teenage child involved, like.... can you imagine the older dottores and [name] fighting for his attention while he pretends to not know whats going on HFKDJKGHF
Politically, Snezhnaya was... quite frankly, a disaster.
The Tsaritsa's people had long since lost trust in her. She did not care for her people (at least, so it seemed from an outsider's perspective; they knew better), and so her people did not care for her.
As a result, the Fatui's power only extended so far. The Harbingers could only do so much before the people of Snezhnaya decided to revolt. Even Gods can be effectively overthrown if enough people cooperate with one another. The Fatui and The Tsaritsa were no different.
If, at any point, the people—namely the nobles—decided that they've had enough...
Even the top three Harbingers would only be able to do so much to stop the rebellion.
To keep public relations in some semblance of stability, biannual events were held, hosted in the Winter Palace itself. Sometimes, nobles from other nations would even attend in the interest of "international diplomacy."
They loathed such events with every fiber of their being.
Every important Fatui official was required to be in attendance, which, unfortunately, included them. Sometimes they wished they weren't one of the Fatui's senior debt collectors, if for no other reason than to avoid having to elegantly navigate noble etiquette with people they couldn't possibly care less about, with people who couldn't possibly care less about them. They hated being surrounded by fools who only wanted to please them in a pathetic attempt to earn Pantalone's favor, to get him to alleviate their never-ending debts.
'If only Mother Rosalyne hadn't been swept away by the masses...'
A deep sigh left their nose as they internally lamented La Signora's absence from their side. While tenderly styling their hair prior to the event, she did say that she couldn't promise to keep them company throughout the entire night, but still... Being left alone without one of their favorite Harbingers was terribly boring. The woman somehow always kept them entertained.
"What could possibly have such a fair maiden so troubled?"
A noble man—a boy, more accurately; he barely looked their age—would, of course, try to court them.
Wonderful.
"I am no maiden," they mused with graceful, calm poise, fingers briefly brushing against the pistol tucked between the layers of their clothing as if to reassure themselves that it was really there, "though... I suppose I can forgive your mistake. I do have the elegance of one, as it was one who taught me to carry myself in such a manner."
"My sincerest apologies." He smiled a bit too wide for their liking. They had to physically restrain themselves from gagging and grimacing when he took their gloved hand, pressing a kiss to their knuckles. He held their hand a moment longer, admiring the silver adorning their fingers. Pantalone, earlier on in their life, had bought them a particularly pretty set of rings when he realize how enamored they were with his. Something deeply sentimental kept them from ever replacing the jewelry on their right hand. To have a stranger touching that hand, those rings, so casually... it made their blood boil. "You do indeed carry yourself with the beauty of a lady. Your rings are quite beautiful. Pray tell, are you engaged?"
'Archons above,' they swore mentally, gaze quickly scanning the crowd for the closest Harbinger. It was Dottore. It was debatable whether they were relieved or annoyed at that fact. "...Thank you. No, I'm not."
"Ah, then, might I have the honor of knowing your name?"
He didn't know who they were.
Sudden relief washed over their body, and their tense shoulders seemed to loosen slightly. He was not from Snezhnaya. In fact, he was most likely from quite far away. Due to thia, they could theoretically defend themselves however they deemed necessary without causing any serious issues for the Fatui or Her Majesty...
"I will have to decline, unfortunately, but perhaps if you humor me some, I may be inclined to enlighten you."
"Oho? Ask away, angel."
Their stomach churned uncomfortably.
"Where are you from?"
"Fontaine. My family are some of Lady Focalors' most loyal retainers."
A smile adorned their features.
"I see," they hummed as they adjusted their glasses. "As a Snezhnayan of high social standing, I shall give you some advice."
"Now, now, do not presume yourself wiser than I—"
"Do not attempt to court someone whose name you genuinely do not know, especially not in a nation like this, at an event such as this one." Their hand clasped his jaw with threatening tightness, promising a fate worse than death if he did not back off. "I am [Name], otherwise known as the rightful blood heir to the Regrator's fortune and one of the Fatui's senior debt collectors. The honor is all yours. If you plead nicely, I may be kind and gracious enough to let this incident slip by unpunished. Ignorance is a sin, but I do have some forgiveness to spare tonight..."
The color seemed to drain from his face as he squimed in their gradually weakening hold; they lacked the strength to maintain such a crushing grip for too long. "I— I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you—"
"Is something the matter, mon petit monstre?"
They scoffed, letting the trembling boy go with an aggressive shove before turning towards Dottore. This was not Dottore in the prime of his life; he hardly ever attended publicity events on account of his... volatile nature. This was one of the few segments that did bend slightly in their favor. "Some stupid Fontainian noble trying to court me. I knew he was foreign the second he spoke to me. Snezhnayan nobles don't act like desperate fools, especially not towards me."
"Oh, you poor thing, suffering from success."
"It's not funny! Stop making fun of me!" they complained; they had half a mind to shoot him with their pistol, really. Even if he was teasing them just a little, there was something oddly protective in the way his hands came to rest on their shoulders, brushing off invisible dirt and adjusting their collar.
The noble had long since scurried off, frightened by both them and the Second Harbinger.
Admittedly, Dottore's presence probably scared him off the most. They'd rather die than admit they appreciated him somehow appearing at just the right moment.
"Care to join me and your Father?"
"What, so I can watch you hit on him in front of my face? No, thank you. All of you older segments are the same in that respect. I'm alright on my own." Dottore only stared at them with a smile that was a little too amused. They relented. "...Fine, whatever. Just do me the favor of flirting with him when I'm not nearby. After the event, preferably. Mother Rosalyne is taking me out after this, so flirt with him then."
"I make no such commitments."
"You—!"
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#aphelion writes 🌸#il dottore x reader#la signora x reader#pantalone x reader#platonic genshin x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#platonic genshin impact x reader#platonic genshin impact#platonic la signora x reader
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GONE GIRL (2014) SENTENCE STARTERS
❛ What have we done to each other? ❜
❛ I'm the guy to save you from all this awesomeness. ❜
❛ I think it's your chin. Yeah, it's quite villainous. ❜
❛ I have to kiss you now. ❜
❛ Life. I don't remember the point. ❜
❛ Go home, fuck her brains out, slap her with your penis. "There's some wood for you, bitch." ❜
❛ Now, I don't panic easily...but it's weird, right? ❜
❛ Should I be concerned? ❜
❛ I love your parents...but they really can be assholes. ❜
❛ I love having strangers pick at my scabs. ❜
❛ You have a world-class vagina. ❜
❛ We are gonna take this very, very seriously. ❜
❛ I feel like I'm on a Law & Order episode. ❜
❛ Should I know my wife's blood type? ❜
❛ Marriage is hard work, and compromise, and more work. ❜
❛ You naughty minx. ❜
❛ We're so cute. I wanna punch us in the face. ❜
❛ Everyone knows "complicated" is code for "bitch." ❜
❛ It seems like the kind of thing that would happen to [name]. ❜
❛ Just because I don't like to be around [name] doesn't mean I don't care about her. ❜
❛ Anyway, whoever took her is bound to bring her back. ❜
❛ Well, we have our first clue. ❜
❛ You've been up all night. You wanna look like you've been up all night. ❜
❛ Hey, be careful today, okay? ❜
❛ I'll balance on the exact fucking edge of your emotional razor. ❜
❛ I knew you never should have moved back here. ❜
❛ We are all worried. We are all scared. ❜
❛ We had to file a restraining order. ❜
❛ I'm hoping you can tell me what this means. ❜
❛ Hello, stranger. Fancy meeting you here. ❜
❛ Are you following me? ❜
❛ Promise me we'll never be like them. ❜
❛ If it happens, we'll deal with it. ❜
❛ We have each other. Everything else is background noise. ❜
❛ You don't trust me. You don't trust my judgment. ❜
❛ I don't get why you're daring me to be someone I don't wanna be. ❜
❛ You look like hammered shit. ❜
❛ You really don't like him, do you? ❜
❛ Could you please not share that with anyone? ❜
❛ It's like you're the goddamn Homecoming King. ❜
❛ It looked like you were having fun. ❜
❛ I am in a nightmare! ❜
❛ My God, this place literally smells like feces. ❜
❛ Hey...have you told me everything? ❜
❛ All I want is to come over here, have a beer with you, and not be judged. Can we do that? ❜
❛ I'm gonna go Benadryl myself to sleep. ❜
❛ I feel like I could disappear. ❜
❛ I called you a hundred times. You gotta pick up your phone! ❜
❛ I needed to see you. I know this is a bad idea. ❜
❛ Can you at least tell me you love me? ❜
❛ Did you, by any chance, tell anybody anything about us? ❜
❛ Did you leave a pair of red panties in my office? ❜
❛ Never say that out loud again. ❜
❛ It's our last time together. Let's make the most of it. ❜
❛ Last night, I went from desperate to pathetic. I became someone I don't even like. ❜
❛ We could have had this fight four hours ago. I'm late. ❜
❛ You're a fucking coward. ❜
❛ For Valentine's Day, I thought I'd buy a gun. ❜
❛ I'm being paranoid. Crazy. It's just... I'd sleep better with a gun. ❜
❛ You fucking idiot. You fucking asshole! You fucking lied to my fucking face! ❜
❛ If anybody finds out, you're totally fucked. ❜
❛ I was scared for you before, and now, I'm fucking petrified. ❜
❛ But the truth is, you'd have to be a sociopath to behave normally in this situation because it's the most abnormal situation in the world. ❜
❛ I'm so sick of being picked apart by women. ❜
❛ I have nothing to hide. ❜
❛ You have to fucking talk to me! ❜
❛ Why have you kept this stuff? It's like a little box of hate. ❜
❛ I love you no matter what. But you need to tell me. ❜
❛ Are you asking me if I killed my wife? ❜
❛ Because sometimes the way he looks at me I think...He may truly kill me. ❜
❛ I am so much happier now that I'm dead. ❜
❛ Let the punishment fit the crime. ❜
❛ You need to bleed. A lot. A lot, a lot. ❜
❛ But, then, we never really existed. ❜
❛ He loved a girl I was pretending to be. ❜
❛ "Cool Girl. " Men always use that as their defining compliment. ❜
❛ I was fucking game. ❜
❛ What's the point of being together if you're not the happiest? ❜
❛ You think I'd let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. ❜
❛ I need 20 seconds where you don't judge me, interrupt me or get angry. ❜
❛ You married a complete psychopath. ❜
❛ Part of me was relieved when I thought she was gone. ❜
❛ As long as you don't own a python and blast death metal at 4 AM, we're gonna be best friends. ❜
❛ Least you could do is not keep his secrets for him. ❜
❛ I believe you. It's just the craziest thing I've ever heard. ❜
❛ I always wondered why you kept in touch after...everything. ❜
❛ The whole thing just feels hinky. ❜
❛ Whatever they found, I think it's safe to assume that it's very bad. ❜
❛ Don't take it personally. ❜
❛ I thought we were steering clear of men for a while. ❜
❛ I'm not sad. I'm angry. ❜
❛ Why should I die? I'm not the asshole. ❜
❛ That sounds like a very bad idea. ❜
❛ This is a ticking time bomb. You've gotta throw yourself on it. ❜
❛ Where is the money, sweetheart? ❜
❛ You're hiding. I don't know why, and I don't really care. ❜
❛ There are a lot of people out there a lot worse than we are. ❜
❛ Every time you look smug or annoyed or tense, I'm gonna hit you with a gummy bear. ❜
❛ Knowing you were out there was the only thing that's kept me going these past few years. ❜
❛ Why are you so good to me? ❜
❛ Why is she dressed like a babysitter? ❜
❛ Come on, you're staring at ghosts. ❜
❛ Not that I don't appreciate Bait Shop Chic. ❜
❛ There are cameras everywhere. ❜
❛ You are more than safe, and I am not letting you get away again. ❜
❛ You're probably the most hated man in America right now. ❜
❛ Just because I am not a murderer doesn't make me a good guy. I'm not a good guy. ❜
❛ And if you come back, I promise I will spend every day making it up to you. ❜
❛ They disliked me, they liked me, they hated me. And now they love me. ❜
❛ I gave you the benefit of the doubt over and over. Every time you said something stupid, I thought, "Maybe he's just stupid." ❜
❛ I've forgotten how to behave. ❜
❛ Fire doesn't erase blood. ❜
❛ Come home. I dare you. ❜
❛ You fucking bitch. ❜
❛ She slit his throat with a box cutter. ❜
❛ All right, you can stop pretending now. ❜
❛ You do know I was just telling you what you wanted to hear, right? ❜
❛ You know me in your marrow. ❜
❛ Take off your clothes. I need to make sure you're not wearing a wire. ❜
❛ You killed someone. You're a murderer. ❜
❛ I'm a fighter. I fought my way back to you. ❜
❛ I'll make sure that no one forgets the pain you caused me. ❜
❛ When two people love each other and can't make that work...that's the real tragedy. ❜
❛ I swear, you two are the most fucked-up people I've ever known. ❜
❛ I would never, ever hurt you. ❜
❛ I don't care. I am leaving you. ❜
❛ I won't have to teach your child to hate you. He'll do that all by himself. ❜
❛ You fucking cunt! ❜
❛ The only time you liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this cunt might like. ❜
❛ I've killed for you. Who else can say that? ❜
❛ Yes, I loved you. And then all we did was resent each other, and try to control each other. And cause each other pain. ❜
❛ You're breaking my heart. ❜
❛ You're my voice of reason. I need you with me on this. ❜
❛ Of course I'm with you. I was with you before we were even born. ❜
❛ We've been through the darkness. We've come out, united. ❜
#rp meme#sentence starters#rp sentence meme#sentence meme#rp prompt#roleplay meme#roleplay prompts#sentence starter meme#rp memes#rp prompts#*Movie#idk i just rewatched this
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Hazbin OC x Canon Week Day 5 - Heartbreak (FrostedApple)
For @hazbinocxcanon
Glacia/Gloria is from this for anyone who wants to see more of her.
This is like an alternate ending to the 'The Show Must Go On' chapter.
Alastor approaches Glacia in the newly rebuilt hotel lobby, a bouquet of blue hydrangeas clutched in his hands. He takes a deep breath, steadying his nerves.
"Ah, Glacia! Just the lady I was hoping to find." Alastor said with his signature smile.
"Alastor! What's all this?" Glacia asked, smiling warmly.
She gestures to the flowers as Alastor steps closer, a rare vulnerability in his eyes.
"These are for you, ma lune. A small token of my affection." Alastor said, he offers her the bouquet, and Glacia's eyes widen as she accepts them, breathing in their sweet scent.
"They're beautiful, Alastor, but I don't understa-" Glacia started.
Alastor interrupting her gently, "Please, allow me to speak my piece."
Glacia falls silent, sensing the weight behind Alastor's words. He takes her hands in his, staring deeply into her eyes.
"Glacia, from the moment we met, you've captivated me in a way I never thought possible. Your kindness, your strength, your radiant beauty…they all drew me to you like a moth to an irresistible flame." Alastor confessed. He strokes her cheek tenderly, and Glacia's breath catches in her throat.
"At first, I told myself it was simply admiration, a deep respect for the incredible woman you are. But the more time we spent together, the more I realized my feelings ran much deeper than that." Alastor said.
Glacia's eyes widen as realization dawns on her face. Alastor smiles softly, his expression full of longing.
"I've fallen in love with you, ma lune. Utterly and completely. You've bewitched my heart and soul in a way I never dreamed possible." Alastor said.
Glacia's mouth opens, but no words come out. She's stunned into silence, her mind racing as she tries to process Alastor's confession.
Unbeknownst to them both, Lucifer has entered the lobby, catching the tail end of Alastor's declaration. His face falls, his heart shattering at the sight of Alastor holding Glacia's hands, bearing his heart to her.
"Gloria…no…" Lucifer whispered in anguish.
Alastor takes Glacia's silence as an invitation to continue, stepping even closer to her.
"Say you'll be mine, ma lune. Let me worship you as you deserve, shower you with the love and adoration befitting a goddess like yourself."
Glacia finally finds her voice, but before she can respond, Lucifer turns and flees the lobby, unable to bear witnessing the woman he loves accepting another man's affections.
"Lucifer, wait!" Glacia called after him.
But he's already gone.
Glacia rushes out of the lobby, dropping the hydrangeas carelessly as she searches frantically for Lucifer.
"Lucifer! Lucifer, please wait!" she called some more.
She finds him in the hotel gardens, slumped on a stone bench with his head in his hands. His shoulders are shaking with barely restrained sobs.
"Luci…" Glacia said softly.
Lucifer looks up, his eyes hollow and brimming with unshed tears. He forces a pained smile when he sees her.
"Ah, Gloria. I…I'm happy for you, truly. Alastor seems like a fine demon. A bit unhinged, but then again, who am I to judge?" Lucifer asked. He lets out a hollow chuckle, his smile not reaching his eyes.
Glacia takes a seat beside him, "Oh, Luci…you've got it all wrong." Glacia said.
"Do I? Because it certainly seemed like he was confessing his undying love and you were about to accept." Lucifer said bitterly.
Glacia cupped his face tenderly, "Listen to me. The man I've fallen for, the man I love with every fiber of my being…is you, Lucifer. Only you." Glacia confessed.
Lucifer's eyes widen in disbelief, his breath catching in his throat.
"M-Me? But Alastor…the flowers…" Lucifer stammered.
Glacia shook her head, "I was too stunned to respond. Those feelings I may have had for Alastor long ago have faded into something familial. You're the one who holds my heart, Luci. You're the only one I want." Glacia explained.
She leans in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, trying to convey every ounce of her love and devotion. Lucifer melts into the kiss, his arms winding around her waist as tears of joy stream down his face.
Unbeknownst to them, Alastor has been watching the exchange from the shadows, his ever-present grin now a tight grimace of heartbreak and rage.
"So that's how it is, is it? The jaded old king wins your heart yet again." Alastor muttered darkly.
His hands clench into fists, the hydrangeas he gifted Glacia now crushed and forgotten on the ground.
"Don't worry, my dear Glacia…this isn't over. Not by a long shot. If I can't have your love, then I'll make sure your precious Lucifer suffers for taking it from me." Alastor said.
Alastor's eyes burn with vengeful determination as he melts back into the shadows, already plotting his retribution against the king who dared to steal his beloved's heart.
Meanwhile, Lucifer and Glacia remain locked in their passionate embrace, oblivious to the darkness brewing or the high price their love may soon demand.
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Ummm… if you have every wondered what it’s like to have ADHD, Autism (Lvl 1), Anxiety and Depression but also have an overwhelming sense that you need to be strong and perfect then here’s a message I just sent to my friend because I needed to let someone in and didn’t know who else to say it to.
It seems to give a pretty clear explanation in my view.
I don’t know why I feel so annoyed and frustrated with myself for saying I have ADHD and Autism. I have those things and I’m not ashamed of them but why do I always need to tell people… so they understand why I’m different. I mean everyone’s different and have different ways of doing things, it’s not like I’m special nor does anyone care. It’s not an excuse! I should be completely cable of keeping that part of myself in and not feeling like I have to tell people.
Does the way I explain it to people make it sound like I’m trying to get attention? Does saying that I’m proud of it and love how it makes me more curious about things and how it has made me good at art, music, languages, school, mythology, sports, pretty much a lot of things because I enjoy knowing them make it sound like I’m arrogant or trying to brag or just put a label on things.
I have anxiety, Autism level 1, ADHD, Depression, have experienced an eating disorder and still at times do, I’m a red head with blue eyes, I’m bi/pan, anemic, have asthma and ahhhhhh. Does all of this when I contribute to a conversation and say something about one of them just make people think that I have a need to be special?
Im sure I don’t feel that way. I think the only reason some of my reactions to things like how I may have a panic attack need stimming and stuff like that only happen know because I know there’s a reason for it but what if I’m just making a big deal out of nothing.
I really need to learn to shut up at times I think, I don’t think people really care about my long spills nor do they really want to know what’s going on with me. Why are relationships so fucking difficult?!
Why can’t I just understand them and the way they work? Can’t they just be simple? Why if your dating someone does there have to be this whole thing of you have to do this with them and you can’t do this with other people? Why do I need sounds to go away when I get overwhelmed, the worlds loud! It shouldn’t matter? Why do I feel like it’s okay to be flaws but I need to be flawless all at the same time? Why am I afraid of not being perfect? Why if I felt like I told my parents about this they would just get angry at me and tell me it’s all in my head? Why am I crying? These are thoughts are dealing with on a daily basis why are they bothering me now? Why can’t I just keep it to myself? I’ve been handling shit on my own my entire life it’s nothing new? Why do I know that tomorrow I’m gonna be fine and this is just a moment where my walls have fallen down?
Why am I so confident sometimes and then the rest I’m just completely fucked up? Why do I always need to restrain myself? Why can’t I just scream and then get back to it all? Why do I have to feel ashamed? Why should I have to feel like my mum doesn’t want to admit I have Autism?
Why do I care if I have Autism or ADHD so much? They have always been apart of me? It doesn’t mean anything? They’re just caused by a genetic mutation and makes you neurotypical why does it even matter? They’re just labels, who even gives a damn? You could have neither one and act the same way as me and people might just call you weird? Why do I care so much about this shit? No one else fucking does, maybe I should just shut up for a while. It’s clear that when I make a joke that it’s taken offensively, it’s clear that no one wants to hear about my problems, it’s clear that no one wants to here my rants, it’s clear that no one wants to here about my hobbies or opinions, it’s clear that I don’t get how to properly interact with others. Maybe I should just shut up, but if I did then my parents would just go on about how somethings wrong and get angry at me for not talking to them about it and we would just end up in a fight where they are telling me to just get over it and if I turn it back on them for how they have made me feel this way then they would just get even more angry and deny it.
Dad brought up a post that said about how a guys son used to sing and never stop talking and now they will be in the same room and his son will have his headphones on not say a word and that his son doesn’t know how much is dad misses him. And dad said that reminded him of me. Doesn’t he get that they’re part of the reason I don’t talk all the time. Because evertime I did I got told to calm down or my joke was offensive or that they don’t need the elephant. Don’t they get I like my phone because it has my hyperfixations and ever since I was little have loved cartoons and looking at fanart because they were what got me through the hard days at school and my parents fighting. Don’t they get I used them to cope because everything was solved in 22minutes and that’s the world I like to escape to when I day dream.
Why the fuck does all this even matter, why the fuck am I just being so overly emotional? Why can’t this just be all there is going through my brain right now?
Obviously there’s more.
There’s the voice telling me to just let myself cry and the voice telling me to suck it up and another one telling me to get ready for work and another one telling me to stop messaging and another one saying don’t put this on them and another one asking why I’m shaking and another if one saying I’ve done well to hold back the tears and another one saying I wonder when this message thing will cut me off and I’ll have to send two seperate messages? And another one asking is this just what my head is like? Is this what everyone’s head is like? Is this just because of my mental health shit? Am I just weak? Am I really this pathetic that I can’t pull myself together? I don’t want anyone to feel bad for me so why do I need to let anyone in? Why do I want to so badly to talk about this but also say nothing at all?
What the fuck is wrong with me, why can’t I just get the hell over it and move on, people deal with way worse stuff then this and here I am complaining because my low self esteem and hyper active over thinking head is just having a bad day and pulling me into it and won’t fucking leave me alone… what a pathetic excuse. You can’t use excuses in life. No one cares and no one has time for them, no one’s gonna help you so stop making excuses and just get on with it.
Put on your uniform, pack your bag and go to work and put on a happy cheerful face and just go take care of other people so that you don’t have to think about this. Just get on with it, there a bigger things then yourself and you just gotta get over what’s going on in your head
I’m Okay… I’m okay now.
If you’ve every felt this way, please let me know.
I don’t want to feel so alone anymore, nor do I want others to feel alone either.
I just felt these were necessary to make the whole thing a little less sad and full on serious and honestly feel like these characters would get it. Also this is not my art💫
#autism#adhd creature#adhd culture#actually adhd#adult adhd#adhd mood#undiagnosed adhd#living with adhd#adhd brain#adhd feels#mental heath issues#mental illness#mentalwellness#positive mental attitude#mentally drained#mental instability#rottmnt#rottmnt leo#rottmnt raph#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt michelangelo#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt leonardo#over it#my love#self love
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oswlld's monthly wrap up: march
note: i am trying something a bit different this year, so bear with me as i figure out how i want to format this. i wanted to spend more time sharing what i consume, beyond what i rb, and put my thoughts in one place. these posts are okay to rb
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When We Cease to Understand the World, Benjamín Labatut [started 02/24, finished 03/14] What an outstanding example of blurring the lines between fiction and reality. I am content in never knowing what’s real and imaginary in the lives of these people. May we never forget that for every new idea challenged, there is a real person with real emotions and motivations behind it. 4.25⭐️ in storygraph. — No Stopping Us Now: A History of Older Women in America, Gail Collins [started 03/03, finished 03/30] This book makes some strong points, but comes off weak in its execution. By having it be told decade by decade, it becomes hard to follow along when so many names and events are being tossed around. Without a firm thread tying all the themes together, the achievements ended up feeling lackluster when it should leave you feeling a sense of pride and hopefulness. 3.25⭐️ in storygraph (I rounded up, but it feels more like a 3.15)
23.5 Degrees, GMMTV [started: 03/08, ongoing] What a breath of fresh air!! With my busy schedule, I managed to catch the first two eps and I’ve loved every minute of it. It doesn’t take itself too seriously, while still keeping a tight grip on its sense of identity. The series soaks up every aspect of its space theme like a sponge. Content specifically made for me, tysm! As much as I have tried refraining from consuming more high school settings, I couldn’t help but be enamored by what I have seen so far. I have paused this series for now, but hopefully I’ll be caught up before the end of April. I should be able to watch it live on Fridays in May. Until then, I will miss them dearly! — Always a Witch, Netflix [started 03/28, in progress] At this time, I have only seen episodes 1-5. So far, it’s a very straight-forward series. I am restraining myself from calling it predictable, because there are one or two things that really turns some tropes/themes on its head. But all-in-all, I am still waiting for this show to grab me. For a show that checks all the boxes that really makes a core jessi show, a series with time travel, magical realism, and found family, it has yet to completely sweep me away. Time really got away from me this month, but I will finish this series sometime in the next two weeks. We shall see if the latter half gets better.
Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour (Taylor’s Version) [watched 03/15 thru 03/18] I have seen this live and did see the original film in theaters last year, so this experience was more of a rewatch. This time around, my parents wanted to watch some of it with me so we made a whole evening of it on 3/15 so that was really neat. I will be traveling a lot in April and will be taking an audio copy of this to keep me entertained. — Oscar Nomination Season [started 02/17, ended 03/24] All of my initial reactions of what I managed to cover this Oscar season is in this post. Some of the strongest categories I have had the pleasure of covering this year were the Best Documentary (feature), Best Production Design, Best Live Action Short, Best Documentary (short), and Best Animated Film. I have several more films to tackle later this year, but my overall impression this Oscar season was just alright. One or two films have hit an extremely high note for me, but no worst of the worst.
BEYONCÉ, Beyoncé [relistening] During the pandemic, I really got into waching YT reaction channels reacting to full albums. One of my favorites is HTHaze and he is only beginning his listening journey through Beyoncé’s discography (yes, for the first time!) His reaction to Beyoncé’s self-titled made me want to relisten to it in full for the first time in years. I tend to only revisit a few songs through the years, but I do love going back to albums after time has past to recontextualize everything all over again. I’ve had my longtime faves from my 20’s but in my mid-30’s, the songs that hit harder now are: Pretty Hurts, Haunted, and Jealous. — Bewitched, Laufey [first time listening] The same YT channel got me to listen to this album. I am guilty in having my first listen be through his video first before diving into her album properly. With that said, the brain rot went FULL ROT. I love LOVE her compositions. Having learned from her Tiny Desk that getting a grand piano influenced the way she wrote her songs makes the whole conception so much grander. Her voice is soooo, it’s SOOOOO !!!!!!! I read a comment somewhere that her dream is to rejuvenate jazz the same way Taylor Swift did with country for a younger generation and that really spoke to me. I truly believe she is heading in the right direction in achieving that. My favorite run of songs goes from: Haunted, Must Be Love, While You Were Sleeping, Lovesick, California and Me, Nocturne (Interlude), and Promise. Those seven songs in that succession is so GOOD, ahH! — Once the Musical [relistening] Every spring, I fall into a Once spiral and it just gets deeper and deeper. This time though, I only tackled the core faves on YT rather than committing to the full audio (w/ Arthur Darvill and Joanna Christie). Although Arthur Darvill’s Leave will forever solidify his Guy as my Guy, Declan Bennett is The Guy of Guys for me. My mandatory relistening experience always goes: Arthur’s Leave, Arthur’s Say It To Me Now, Declan’s Say It To Me Now, Declan’s When Your Mind’s Made Up, Zrinka's If You Want Me, Once’s Spotify Jam Session. And it would all be on a loop lol. — Cowboy Carter, Beyoncé [first time listening] This is still fresh in my mind, having only listened to it in its entirety once through. My first impression is that it’s one of her most cohesive albums to date. Having had the first taste of what she would eventually achieve all the way back with Lemonade and The Gift, Cowboy Carter feels like a natural progression in her discography. I don’t have a top songs list to provide at this time, as I would need more time with the album. Fav songs come with time. Although, I did listen to 16 CARRIAGES when it was released several weeks ago and I knew then it would be a spectacular album. What a phenomenal single to lead a phenomenal homecoming.
Where’d You Go Bernadette, written by Maria Semple and narrated by Kathleen Wilhoite [started 03/22, finished 03/29] I… I didn’t like this. And that’s alright. Even if I didn’t like the premise or the characters, I did enjoy the format of the narrative and the narrator (especially her singing!!). But in the end, this was just not meant for me.
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As it is still March when I am writing this, I wanted to endcap Women’s Month with a special shoutout to two women in my life that have been working with me to improve my overall well-being: Wendy (personal trainer) and Sofia (life coach). I am in a better headspace because of the work and trust they have in me to build a life I want. I cannot wait to see what I am capable of this time next year.
#oswlld 2024 wrap up#mine: edits#oscars 2024#23.5 degrees#always a witch#laufey#beyoncé#cowboy carter#once the musical#where'd you go bernadette#will be returning each month when i post these#see you again soon :(
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trimax volume 6 random thoughts
chapter 1:
oh, hey, it's the guy from the 98 anime!..... or not?!
i'm not keeping track of this TOO closely, so there may be other instances of this that i missed, but the guy from 98 episode 1 also showed up in trimax chapter 7. it makes me wonder if nightow provided character designs/ideas to the 98 team, or if it's the other way around and he decided to incorporate anime-original characters into the manga. either way: neat!
HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE MERYL, BY THE WAY.
i love the bits of characterization we've been getting for her. she (and milly) are our tie to humanity, after all
i must say it is nice to have a goofy fight after... all that in volume 5. and before... the rest of volume 6.
chapter 2:
aaaand now we start the next chapter with wolfwood's nightmare/flashback! hurts just a little bit! (the trio IS kinda serving tho ngl... when you have a fashion show at 7 but need to terrorize the orphanage at 6)
^ completely and 100% unironically, they were in love here.
i just... ugh. this is such a vashwood chapter. the absolute trust and fighting together completely seamlessly, they are just. ugh. ughhhhh. this kind of trust just GETS to me.... sorry. i'm normal about them. i'm NORMALLLLLLaauughghghgh
ANYWAY. chekhov's table made me laugh
i am physically restraining myself from going crazy over vw again as i reread this chapter to write this post.
anyway anyway. ww calling himself "nicholas" is cute :)
just kidding one more vw comment as a treat
HE'S SO IN LOVE. FUUUUUCK.
chapter 3:
legato continues to be fascinating to me. i'm observing him like a bug in a jar. which is appropriate, considering...
WHEN I CALLED HIM A BAGWORM IN THAT ONE POST I WAS JOKINGGGGG I WAS JOKING!!! THIS MADE ME LAUGH FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT WHY DID SHE HANG HIM FROM THE CEILINGGGG IT'S SO FUNNY
this is actually making me fucking cry.
...i got so distracted laughing at bagworm legato that i almost forgot to say literally anything else about the chapter, but anything else i have to say mostly boils down to "wow, legato is such a freak (affectionate)"
also, whenever something that was in tristamp is brought up i feel like the leonardo dicaprio pointing meme. like "oh hey, i know this!" going into this manga with prior knowledge from stampede is... an interesting experience. all that being said, i can't WAIT to see more of the manga version of double fang. oh nightow we're really in it now
chapter 4:
oh, finally, FINALLY!!! last volume i asked where the knives nuance was and now we're FINALLY getting some knuance, thank god. seeing knives react to just how badly humans treat plants is SO effective. and we're not even up to the juicy part yet. it makes me want to eat glass.
speaking of eating glass.
i thought something like this might've been the case, but still... this hurts to read.
i want to eat glass!!!! fuck!!! this reveal is so insane, it's like monkey's paw of "this is a way knives can be defeated, but by the same method, vash is closer to death than knives is." WE don't want vash to die, and neither does knives, and this chapter is the first (and possibly the only, idk) time the reader's feelings and knives's feelings are... well, aligned. at least in a sense.
chapter 5:
this chapter is really something, because it starts off almost seeming like another lighthearted "we're in a random town fighting a goofy enemy of the month" romp much like the early chapters were, heck like chapter 1 of this very volume. but it's just wearing the skin of that. which is, y'know. the thesis of this entire chapter. smiling to hide the pain and all that.
i don't think i can really... articulate anything of substance. the chapter just kind of... speaks for itself, i think.
although i DID laugh at ww trying to enjoy his noodles and failing, and also the phrase "needle-noggin-isms." thanks for providing some levity, we actually really do need it.
chapter 6:
ohhh boy we are REALLY in it now!!
i enjoy seeing knives ponder like this. legs crossed, arm slung over his face... i don't know. maybe it's because i myself sometimes lounge in this pose.
what exactly is he thinking about, i wonder. that in awakening/forcing vash to use his powers, he unintentionally pushed him closer to death? maybe? i don't know. either way it's very on-the-nose for what their relationship has been like.
and then of course we cut to this shot of vash, looking in a mirror created by knives's slice
this shot is making me think a lot and i'm reading too much into it, but- obviously the reflection puts vash's beauty mark on the opposite side, so there's the knives resemblance, so also, i suppose vash must see knives every time he looks in the mirror, right? also vash looking at his reflection featuring his own black hair- which we're all still thinking about... i dont know. i dont even know if this is anything LOL. i feel like i have the dots but i'm failing to articulate the connection. anyway
this made me laugh. thanks for the levity again, wolfwood :)
BECAUSE WE'RE GONNA NEED ALL THE COMIC RELIEF WE CAN GET, BABY!!!
maybe i'm just insane for this because it's Generic Party Imagery but the specific combination of rem flashback + party popper + funny glasses makes me think of the similar scene in 98 when the seeds crew celebrates finding planet gunsmoke. like is this another instance of nightow nabbing stuff from 98 or am i just making things up.
the twins are so cute and baby knives smiles so much, i want to microwave myself.
knives wants to believe in humanity. man. MAN!!!!!
what comes next... i'm absolutely carrying my prior stampede knowledge into this, but fuck, man. fuck. even then, i know that stampede didn't show everything, so i don't even fully know what to expect. which is fun! but i can't believe the volume ends right in the middle of the flashback, MAN!!!
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Me, My Husband, and My Husband's Boyfriend Eps 6-10 (Finale) Stray Thoughts
In the first half, we met Misaki, a teacher who has been having a difficult time with the lack of physical intimacy with her otherwise loving husband, Yuuki. Despite her frustrations, she was trying to tough it out, but eventually learned on her anniversary that Yuuki was seeing another man, who turned out to be a former student of hers that also continues to express romantic interest in her, named Shyuuhei.
Misaki and Yuuki were not happy with the mess they found themselves in, and both attempted to cut Shyuuhei out of their lives, but it was killing Yuuki. Not wanting to let Yuuki become another unfortunate statistic about gay men, Misaki invited Shyuuhei to live with them.
This is most certainly going to become messy, but I'm intrigued by Misaki's desire to stay with Yuuki in a way that works for him, even if it means adding a third to their dynamic.
Meanwhile, Misaki has been reconnecting with an old friend, Maki, who I'm sure has romantic feelings for Misaki as well. I am bracing myself for lesbian disappointment.
Episode 6
Already we're starting with Misaki deciding to start doing her hair quickly in the mornings. Don't know about that.
Regardless of what happens, Shyuuhei should learn to cook while he's with them. Seems like he's overly reliant on his partners to take care of him.
Oh boy. Shyuuhei has joined a team of women who all find him attractive. Bracing.
I'm glad Maki exists. The other teacher has overstepped and can't really offer a useful perspective right now. It's fascinating because Misaki is not taking from these conversations what I think others want. Instead she immediately reworks their dynamic to try to make the relationship more equal.
How many people does it take to change a lightbulb? Three. One to be young and eager to be helpful, one to cause concern because she's still adapting, and another to supervise because he knows this is all his fault.
Why is the video for Our Dining Table so shit, but this one isn't?
Oh that was a cool long panning shot to show the passing of time. Excited for the sense of anticipation it's building with Mio and her ongoing frustration with Shyuuhei.
I hope Daiichi isn't going to be an actual romantic complication, and just inspires Yuuki to talk to Misaki more. Still, I worry about how distant they feel.
Burning a flame over both of their portraits is so unsubtle I love it.
Feeling some kinda way about the kissing their letting Shyuuhei and Misaki have in comparison to Yuuki.
Oh here we go next episode with everyone overstepping.
Episode 7
I get Yuuki feeling like he needs to do something here, but he unfortunately cannot give Misaki what she wants the most.
I am relieved that Misaki has finally made the informant a family problem. I think this is the first time we're seeing the three of them work on an issue together.
The confrontation with Misumi was intense. I get where Misumi is coming from, but I'm also glad that Misaki is defending her husband and her family.
I find myself rooting for these three constantly. I want them to solve this complex collection of dilemmas.
Oh, Daiichi is flirting. I suppose we can't always get what we want.
Makes me a bit sad that we don't get to see Misaki smile this easily or laugh at home.
Meanwhile, Yuuki is about to implode from restrained desire.
Every episode gets even more messy. Goddamn.
Episode 8
I just find Misaki so fascinating. Yuuki may be worried about her leaving, but she told Daiichi flat out that ain't no man like her man.
I like Yuuki's sister. She has avoided their family for the rude way they treat her, and urges Yuuki to do the same. She knows the arrangement with Shyuuhei is unusual, and doesn't pry. Her recommendation is only to make sure he and Misaki take care of each other.
I'm not sure I believe Misaki about only seeing Shyuuhei as a student, but I am curious to see where this goes now that she can't lie that he wasn't conscious when he kissed her.
I don't know what I expected of Yuuki going to talk to Daiichi, but both of them being forthright feels correct for their characters. It's rather sad, because as sweet as Daiichi is I don't think Misaki could be with him.
Okay, Yuuki is going too far, but goddamn is Furukawa fit. Still not a great way for Misaki to be confronted with the physical reality of it all.
Oh, Misaki tries so hard, but it can't work this way.
Well this Christmas party turned sad quickly.
Episode 9
I like that Shyuuhei isn't stupid. He sussed out quickly that Yuuki only got aggressive with him so it would push Misaki.
Wow, that was one of the most difficult breakups I've ever seen. Honda Kyoya is good. You can see the moment his hope breaks and he has to accept that they can't be a triad. And then, they still happily agree to get together for New Years. Just wow.
I like how we keep tying back to some of the professional stuff. Misaki's student managed to get back into school properly, and now Yuuki managed to help his client by sharing the emotional truth of his struggle about his marriage.
I'd like to see Shyuuhei make a comic about the way he wants to love.
Oh man, Misumi sharing that she resented Misaki's marriage this entire time, and was happy to wreck it so that she wouldn't be alone with her own pain is almost too much. Misery loves company personified this way hurts.
"It's alright if you want to dislike me, but I don't want there to be any misunderstanding between us," is the energy I want to carry through my 30s. I like the resolution between these two.
Ah, Yuuki's parents are making me sick to my stomach. I haven't been this stressed from a show in a long time. I'm glad Yuuki came out, because the only other choice was to inflict even more horrifying closeted conceits on future children.
Shyuuhei is tapping in!
Episode 10 (Finale)
Oh, gross. The dad has been manipulating Yuuki for a long time to try to make him not gay.
Yes, Misaki. Destroy them.
That was awful, but I'm glad they were all together in the aftermath of that.
OH MY GOD IS MY MAKI LESBIAN DREAM RISING IN THE FINALE?
Man, we confirm Maki likes Misaki just to offer the comparison between Yuuki's inability to reciprocate Misaki's feelings for him as well. Now she's also caught in the polyamory difficulties.
Seems like they figured out their dynamic right as they finally let go. Curious how formally divorcing, living together, and letting Misaki figure things out with Maki and Daiichi will go.
I don't mind the way that ended, with them all seeming each other in ambiguous ways at the end. Still! I needed to know that someone was giving Misaki the attention she needed!
Final Verdict: 9, Recommended for queer cinema fans. I would not recommend this to BL fans. There are satisfying gay moments in this, but there's also crippling homophobia and multiple direct confrontations with homophobes. I enjoyed seeing such an empathetic exploration of polyamory. I still don't think it's something I'm geared for, but I liked unpacking this with Misaki, Yuuki, and Shyuuhei. As always with Japan, they toed a very careful line here.
#me my husband and my husband's boyfriend#watashi to otto to otto no kareshi#japanese bl#bl series#japanese drama#Ben watches
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Hello! It's me, from your notifications! Do you have a summary of your story anywhere? I went through a few character tags, but didn't find one. Also, I love that Damian is disabled but still gets to dress up all fancy. I didn't realize how rare it is to see that.
Hihi :D! I don't really have a story summary yet as a lot is still in planning and it's very wip BUT I can give you some links in semi chronological order of what I have got and also gush about it here!
aaa I'm so glad you like Dorian and how I present him >u< full disclaimer, I myself am a physically abled person. I'm trying my best to write and present him as respectfully as I can with a lot of research and opinions of friends in similar states of disability- but I may be ham fisted or get things wrong, so to anyone who reads this, please let me know if I fuck up somewhere. I'd rather be told I did something wrong or presented something disrespectfully than have people be uncomfortable in silence about it.
DISCLAIMER OUT OF THE WAY- Yeah I noticed like, a lot of disabled characters ( be it physical or mental ) don't really get presented as if they like dressing up or looking nice- particularly after trying to look up more disability friendly ways Dorian would probably use. It Sucks lol. At least from the people with mental disabilities side of it where I sit, I can say that ain't true of everyone at all. It's just harder.
ANYWAYS, SUMARY OF POSTS AND STORY RAMBLING
So you can find some character reference stuff from this post here with picrew images- they were mainly so I could get a general idea of the main cast without physically having to draw them quickly
The story so far
The first post chronologically would be this one, as it talks about what happened to Dorian specifically. A bit about his home life, his parents, his neighbour and how he was released from said situation. I'm currently working on figuring out what the antagonist of this section's ties were to which god- but my main goal was to make it feel realistic at first before involving mythos with it. CW: : Stalking, kidnapping, delusions (involving pseudo incest thoughts ), (spinal) injury
After the incident, Dorian was hospital bound for a While. He'd been given a spinal injury, he was severely traumatised and could not be trusted to look after himself after all that yet because he was 6 months into being 18 when Mayline's life time of stalking came to a head. Even with rehabilitation efforts alone, the stint in hospital would've been a long one but then there was also the mental hurdles too. You can read some of that experience here. CW: medical setting, reactions to trauma, involuntary wetting and messing mention, a character being forcibly restrained in a non sexual way and trying to come to terms with mobility loss.
So while he was trying to adjust to his new normal there were a lot of things he would try to do to feel as if his life hadn't drastically changed ( it had, it's unfair that it happened but it is fine that it is now his life. Period of adjustment and all. ) He waited until Mayline's trail had been dealt with to carry on with education because, well. He's scared of her. He wants to know what's going to happen with her before he tried anything. During that time he read a lot, basically exposure therapying himself to the dark stories and stuff he enjoyed before because he didn't want to lose something that he felt made up so much of his identity. It almost definitely wasn't healthy but that is how he dealt with it.
After about a year or two, he decided he wanted to give further education a try. Since he was a kid he wanted to be a baker- he knew at least at the moment it was a pipe dream, mostly because of the various conditions that he has making said environment pretty dangerous. But he wanted to try.
While doing his culinary course, he met Leia. They didn't initially interact that much- very different aesthetics and very different circles. But Leia's a very intense and bubbly lass- so when she saw Dorian reading a book that she'd also wanted to read; there was basically no hesitation in her running up to him to chatter about the book. They became fast friends after that. Becoming friends with Leia helped him a lot in all honesty- Dorian was kind of Terrified of women after the incident ( and felt awful for it ) especially if they shared features with Mayline ( Blonde hair, blue eyes ect ), so Leia being both a woman and having blonde hair helped bring him out of it some what.
Dorian met Steven during the middle of his second year. It was when he decided to get his first tattoo ( the one on his thigh ) and Steven was apprenticing as a tattoo artist at the time. It's kind of difficult to not talk at least a little while going through the pretty long process of being tattooed and they ended up just getting along really well and meshing super well so just continued to meet up when they could because they enjoyed each others company.
Dorian also met Stevens current partner at the time, Charlie. They were all pretty friendly with each other though romantically, Charlie and Steven only lasted about 8 months. They broke it off mutually agreeing they'd be better friends and actually did become much closer as a platonic bestfriends rather than romantic partners. Charlies cool, he helped Dorian solder spikes to the rims of the wheels on his wheelchair to force people to stop trying to get to close lmao. It was his idea.
After university Dorian realised there was no way he could safely hold down a job. The mobility issues were too much to handle in a commercial kitchen setting even without the stress induced narcolepsy. It messed with him for quite a bit.
He lived on the internet for a bit, being fond of niche gothic forums and very surprisingly, still taking interest in true crime. It might've been an interest before his kidnapping but now he just wants to try to understand what the hell was going on in Mayline's head. He met Maxine on one of these forums, they talked about gothic lit for quite a bit before exchanging socials and forming a friendship off that.
During this time Dorian and Steven also started dating- and after about a year and a half, moved in together. They have a lower floor apartment together and one day hope to get a house together. Dorian also got his two kitties, Carmilla and Poe!
While living together Steven suggested to Dorian the idea of videoing himself baking or streaming it. It was kinda him recognising Dorian was trying to get over the hurdle of not being able to do what he wanted since he was a kid but also not wanting to give up completely. It isn't perfect but it works and Dorian finds a lot of fulfilment in it. He doesn't show his face ever, understandably, so he does his best to remain more or less anonymous on the internet with these things :3
All of these characters have been touched by at least one of the gods in in some way in this universe btw. I am figuring out the semantics but ye! That's what I've got so far c:
#sorry for rambling BVGHFHGJFHJGF#this is all VERY wip#darling mumbles#darling replies#dorian nervorum#steven moore#leia jordan#charlie burton#maxine bell
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As I believe I’ve mentioned previously, I have read Sense and Sensibility before. What I have not mentioned previously, out of respect for spoilers, is that when I finished Sense and Sensibility, on a January evening in 2021, I promptly slammed the book shut and stormed into my mother’s room to rant. What could have earned this book a 3.5/5 rating (note: my rating scale sometimes extends to ∞/5 so this is a very low score) and the comment, “Excuse me? What was that ending???” in my Google Sheets reading log? Simply put: it was Elinor and Colonel Brandon not ending up together.
I will readily admit that I got into Austen for the romance; it’s hard not to when your first exposure to her works is Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and you’re a romance-obsessed 16 year old. Thus, a pairing of characters which I deemed unsuitable entirely ruined most of my enjoyment of the book at the time. This year, I decided to read Sense and Sensibility with a more open mind and a determination to like Edward as a love interest. Unfortunately, Edward still fell (quite) short for me. As someone who sees a lot of myself in Elinor with a brother who has Marianne tendencies, I can’t help but wish Elinor the absolute best. I just wanted to see her hard work constantly caring for her sister (who gets herself into such avoidable trouble) pay off. Yet, Marianne somehow ends up with the best option, and reluctantly at that! At this point, I should state that I cannot possibly do justice to the level of research (read: obsession) I have done into this in one Tumblr post. Here’s a meme I threw together that I think encapsulates it (picture me as the guy in the tie, my annotated book as the board behind him, and my roommate as the woman just barely in frame) (I’m serious, my roommates did not know the plot of Sense and Sensibility before this week):
Despite my best intentions, by the middle of Volume 2 I was highlighting every phrase that I thought could possibly mean that Elinor and Brandon were meant to be together- some may call it willful misunderstanding, I call it careful analysis. Example 1: Of Mrs. Dashwood saying that Marianne would be happier to marry Colonel Branon than Elinor, “Elinor was half inclined to ask her reason for thinking so, because satisfied that none founded on an impartial consideration of their age, characters, or feelings, could be given (254) .” Was this likely meant to serve as a way to show Mrs. Dashwood’s over-sensibility and lack of sense for basic facts like age? Yes. Does the word “feelings” at the end of this quote send me into a tailspin of possibilities of what that could mean? Also yes. In the interest of your time, I will not put them all here, but I have a collection of quotes which I am willing to share. Additionally, as proof that there are other believers out there, here is a reddit thread about them for your perusal, and my favorite comment!
I could say much more on the subject of Elinor and Colonel Brandon themselves, but I’m going to restrain myself here and focus more on the fanfiction which I provided as the center for my post today. This fic is titled Added Sensibility and is a 19 chapter WIP (work-in-progress). For those unaware, fanfiction is a wonderful online world of writing where anything can happen to any character that has ever existed. Do you think Harry Potter’s Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger should have ended up together? There’s fanfiction about that! Do you wish Rey and Kylo Ren of the Star Wars Sequels got to live happily ever after together? There’s fanfiction about that too! This last example would be what is termed a “Fix-it” fic in the fanfiction world. These are based on the idea that if you think something went wrong somewhere in a piece of fiction, you can go back and “fix it” for yourself… and the entire internet. Elinor and Colonel Brandon ending up together is something I would deem to be a “fix-it”. Thus, I went straight to AO3 (Archive Of Our Own- a popular fanfiction publishing website) and searched for Colonel Brandon/Elinor Dashwood. Side note: This was actually the second fic I tried for this week’s post. The first was only 6 chapters but wrapped up quickly with Marianne running away to join the feminist movement along with Colonel Brandon’s ward. It was not what I wanted, so I gave Added Sensibility a try even though I would normally not touch a WIP.
I can attest 10 chapters (the equivalent of 134 ebook pages on my phone) in that this is a great read. It’s not Jane Austen, no one will ever be able to replicate her masterful use of language to create layer after layer of sharp wit, but it’s pretty good in my opinion. There’s enough plot and character development present so that it’s not a totally 2d story, but the main focus is on their developing love story, starting from when Elinor and Marianne go to stay with Mrs. Jennings in town. What really caught my attention (besides my glee at someone having written Elinor and Colonel Brandon together pretty much exactly the way I wanted it) was the characterization of Mrs. Jennings. The author once writes of Mrs. Jennings, “The woman was the complete opposite of an enigma, and yet, Elinor struggled to comprehend her thoughts.” In class we talked about how Mrs. Jennings seems to be so close to “getting it” sometimes, but then she just turns back into this very flat and gossipy character. In this fanfic, the author seems to go through with it and gives her more dimension and credit for intelligence than I think Jane Austen ever meant to, but it brings me back to when we talked about the idea that you can pull any character out of an Austen novel and write a novel on them. This fanfic really supports that for me. While Elinor and Colonel Brandon were characters who have had their characters decently sketched out in Sense and Sensibility, this fanfic gives dimension to other characters, like Mrs. Jennings, who previously were more of the backdrop for where the Dashwoods existed. I do think Jane Austen is rolling in her grave over the amount of ungloved hand contact and improperly private conversations that occur in this fanfic, but I will 100% own to being the target audience for the American ending of Pride and Prejudice (2005), so all the mushy gushy affection in this fanfic is right up my alley. Overall, I would recommend this fanfic and I will be finishing it in my free time!
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Meeting people from other countries always introduces new world-views that you would have never considered ever before.
Like physical contact. In my culture, we touch to show we care, we listen, we are there for you. It is important to touch and to stay physically close. If someone has a problem, is struggling, crying or feeling down, physical contact is expected, or at least, physical closeness. You don't leave someone who is crying alone in their room unless they ask you to and you will check on them anyways.
A friend of mine remembers having a bad time after a breakup in Switzerland and her best friend (Swiss) there not even changing seats in the table to get closer to her, to her amazement. She listened and supported her, from a distance. I still remember a conversation with an English friend who said that when someone cries or is feeling down, you let them be and don't hug them or physically confort them in any way. I told him that is not the way with Spaniards.
Many cultures do not touch at all and reactions to the physical touch in Spain may vary. Some like it (most of the people I have met, some Chinese have gone crazy for physical contact), some don't (very rarely, usually usamericans or northern europeans). In any case, most of the time, at the beginning, people are shocked "why is this person touching me?" but not repulsed. Some show more surprise than others, some get used to it faster than others.
A Japanese friend was weirded out until he understood how the society works around physical contact, he travelled around Europe and came back and he said he had missed the contact (he thought it was a European thing). When he came back to Japan, he told me nobody touched him, not even his mom, which was a shock to me because if somebody hugs you in Spain, it will be your mom. He felt lonely and sad, and missed the physical closeness.
Usamericans are the only ones I have seen to be physically tense when receiving the slightest touch. I have seen fear in adult men when I was physically close to them (still not touching them, but too close according to their usual distance). And I was maybe doing nothing but exchanging info about our common class or other small talk.
Whenever I travel up north in Europe I have to physically restrain myself from moving my arms and touching people. I still move too much, touch too much and stay too close and this has led to some serious misunderstandings, particularly in the UK, where people thought I was flirting. This flirting thing, btw, is very frequent and foreigners who come to Spain tend to read it any physical contact as such. A French girl complained that all Spanish men were making too much advances on her (probably not that many, they were just physically close). A Russian closeted gay friend thought a lot of heterosexual men were gay just because they were hugging each other, grabbing each other by the shoulder or otherwise standing close to each other.
My last year abroad, I told my Northern European friends that I would expect hugs from them once I felt confortable enough to tell them that I personally need hugs and that culturally it is something we do in Spain. After this, I once asked a Swiss friend for a hug and he said "why?" and I was like "because I feel like having a hug? Who asks "why" to someone who is asking for a hug?"
A usamerican latino friend of mine was shocked when working in a Spanish school because children hugged him and he didn't know what to do. I was shocked myself: you hug them back, what are you going to do? They are children! They crave physical contact. And he explained that in the US that is frowned upon, you can be in trouble, people will think you are a pedophile or something. And I was like... what about 2-3-year-olds? and he said "no, never, they hug you, but you stay still, you don't touch them". I am still shocked and in dismay. How are you not going to touch children? Impossible. We touch children all the time in Spain, and they touch you.
And today I was interpreting for some Russian parents at the new school for their 8-year-old child and the teacher asked if it was ok to hug him because she is very affectionate with children. Parents said "sure, he loves hugs". When saying goodbye, the parents told him to hug the teacher but he didn't want to and the teacher said "it's fine, it's not mandatory, only when he wants". This child, by the way, was nervous when arriving at the school but he held my hand (not his parents') at the beginning because I told him I would translate for him whatever he needs. I remember being pleased and relieved when I discovered that Russians are also physically affectionate.
There is a current conversation in Spain to respect people, and particularly children, when they don't want physical contact, to let them choose when they want it and when they don't. But in any case the conversation is more about consent and social situations than it is against physical contact altogether.
And I remembered all these cultural situations regarding physical contact and hugs, because it is the thing I notice the most when I travel aboard, the thing I miss the most when I don't have it. When I finally came home after my travels, I knew I was home because the people I've known most of my life, my mom's friends, were holding my hand, hugging me, grabbing my shoulder and staying close to me when we were speaking.
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[Because you said you were thinking about making a sideblog for Dillinger Sr., if you want to attempt RPing him... Wasn't sure if I should send this here or to your other blog; feel free to ignore.]
Ed wasn't certain why he agreed to the meeting with his father, he knew it could only end in disaster. They hadn't spoken in ten years, and Ed wasn't certain that was long enough to forgive twenty-ish years of grievances and abuse.
He still wasn't entirely certain this wasn't a ploy to get Ed to work for fCon; to wrangle Ed back under his thumb. But for once, things were going well for Ed. For once, he wasn't afraid that any tiny misstep would get him fired for no reason, and he wasn't alone. Somehow he managed to gain both Alan and Sam's support, and that was enough for him to feel safe and content.
So when Peter showed up at his office with a dinner invitation from his father, Ed politely told his father's assistant that he'd consider it and get back to him by the end of the week. He sat on it for a week and talked to both Sam and Alan before finally contacting Peter to accept. He still had Sam put a tracker on his phone, just in case.
Ed sat across from his father at some stupid, fancy restaurant he would never have gone to himself, an untouched glass of wine in front of him that cost more than his grocery bill for a week.
They might as well have been strangers for all the awkward silence, the table between them a sea of twenty years of misgivings only embittered by another decade without attempt to reconcile.
The awkward silence, of course, was a test of will, to see who would break first. His father wanted an apology for stonewalling him and filing the restraining order, and Ed wanted an apology for the twenty years of emotional abuse he endured as a child. Ed had no intention to apologize, but they would never reconcile if they don't at least try to talk. Fine. Ed is big enough to take the first step.
Ed sighed. "Grudges and a penchant for sulking... I guess it runs in the family, huh?"
"Yes.. I suppose I once thought you were like me." Dillinger brought his forefingers up and pressed them to his lips, the way he always did when he was puzzling over something internally. He kept his eyes on his son, trying to think of a way to start a conversation without pressing on a sore spot.
The worst part was he didn't know his son anymore, and perhaps he never did.
"I saw myself in you, once. After that Flynn destroyed my career and my reputation, I began to hate that part of myself, and essentially, what I thought you had become." He admitted, shifting to sit taller. He, as Edward Dillinger Sr., hated admitting that he had made a mistake, but he also knew that was the first step to reconciliation.
"But you're nothing like me." He picked up his wine glass, more of just to stare at the red liquid than to drink it.
"In fact, you're someone completely different and.. although it will not change what I've done in the past, I am truly sorry for how I treated you." He didn't expect forgiveness, nor did he entirely want it. He knew 'I'm sorry' wasn't good enough, and nothing ever would be.
"You deserved better," he continued, "you deserved a father that could set aside his personal vandetta and treat you like a son, not an enemy. If you wish to leave now, you may be excused. I won't force you to stay for dinner."
#side muse: Dillinger Sr.#technically?#anyways I continue to have difficulty playing a mean character#tempted to make a sideblog just to call it 'that dillinger'#I have a feeling Peter was the one who finally broke through Dillinger's toughness#anyways time to release this from drafts!#yippee!
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PARTNERS IN CRIME – Chapter Three Concept Art
Yup, doing some tests for Chapter 3!!! This one was spoiler free and exciting enough for me to post it ^^
I’m curious to hear your thoughts about this scenario in the comments! I’ll restrain myself from answering them though, because I know I’m terrible at keeping things confidential XDDD But please, if you would like to, tell me what you gather from this piece of concept art!!!
A couple of things to keep in mind:
They are not on Earth. This planet is completely new.
They are not fighting someone we know already. These antagonists will be introduced in Chapter 3.
(Just another thing, the colours of the background and lighting are still not final... so things may change slightly when this scene arrives in Chapter 3!)
So why am I posting this today? (Even though I drew it two weeks ago and forgot about it LMAO) Well, today’s a bit of a milestone day for me – today was my final day of school for the year!!! It’s already starting to feel like summer down here in Australia. It’s 29 degrees Celsius and we’re putting up the Christmas tree in six days!!! I much prefer the colder days in July to be honest, but I have to admit that Christmas is probably my favourite time of the entire year. Even if it’s sweltering hot…
But yeah!!! No more school for eight weeks!!! You better believe I’m gonna be working on Partners In Crime the whole way through >:33
#and i will be responding to asks soon as well I PROMISE#lmao#partners in crime#partners in crime chapter 3#feels weird adding that tag lol#steven universe comic#spinel steven universe#stevinel
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hi Beth!!! I’m going to slide, my darling Jedi, Thalia Starhope, your way for the OC x OC game 💙💙
the highlights include: Human female, Mace Windu’s Padawan (and all the pressure & anxiety that goes with that), actual Disney Princess, genuine, sweet, don't push her though, insomnia, likes being alone best, yet still loves people…but books are best, she's soft but she's still a Jedi and she's as skilled as she is kind, thoughtful, wicked funny, overthinker, hates to be underestimated, 5'0", a great thing in a small package.
happy shipping!!!
OK I knew I loved Thalia from our thots on her previously, but reader her entire synopsis I gotta ask ... did you hunt down my FB page with this? Like, with the exception of the likes to be alone bit (and the padawan stuff obvs) these are all ways I'd describe myself :D
I'm going to really try to keep that out of my response, but please forgive me if I fail ....
Corkscrew would adopt Thalia immediately. They worked together when her and Windu teamed up with Shadow Squadron on a mission and he's seriously impressed by how intelligent and capable she is.
But then he sees her stumble over an answer to one of his brothers and he swears he can see her brain working overtime and just goes "little sister."
He mainly gently encourages her to have some more confidence in herself and not otherthink so much. "Your first thought is likely the right one, vod'ika. Don't let the doubtful thoughts drown it out."
He loves that she can keep up with him when he causes a little (restrained) chaos.
He loves her sweetness and thinks if everyone in the galaxy were like that, things might be a little kinder. At first he just assumes that's the Jedi training, but when he compares her to Anakin or even Ahsoka, it's different. It's just her.
He's the one that gives any romantic hopefuls the "Hi, this girl is wonderful and a light in the galaxy. She may not be vindictive, but I am. She comes crying to me once and no one will find all of your body" speech.
Bonus because I wanna: Yen meets Thalia when helping to match a few of the Corries and Yen really vibes with Thalia's personality. She appreciates how Thalia can be soft and gentle without being weak or a pushover. It's not something Yen can do, so she really respects it.
Yen will absolutely volunteer to be Thalia's Scary Friend (TM) whenever she needs. Yen's bark is as bad as her bite and she'll offer both to Thalia whenever the latter asks for backup on anything.
Yen does tend to bring that intensity when Thalia's overthinking and anxiety come out (think very aggressive pep talk), and that could rub Thalia the wrong way and lead to an argument or hurt feelings. But while stubborn, Yen isn't ok leaving things like that. Though she feels a little guilty when Jedi Padawan Thalia forgives her, and she uses that to try and be better next time.
The girls spend a lot of passive time together - Yen working while Thalia reads (and hides in Yen's office for a break). It's how they spend time together without disrupting their personal routines. But anything happens in Thalia's book or Yen gets a stupid email, they are trading quips and absolutely verbally destroying the target of their ire between the two of them. They enjoy the banter.
That's all I got for now. I really hope you like these/ I did Thalia justice!!!
#oc x oc ask game#oc: thalia starhope#i love her and she deserves a disney princess ending#i hope that doesn't sound weird based on my first graf#but it's so cool to be so seen by someone else's oc!!#thalia x corkscrew#thalia x yen#oc: yen ori'ken#oc: clone pilot corkscrew
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hows ur portrayal?? hows your portrayal???? do i even NEED to speak about my opinion of your portrayal. your will quite literally drives me insane in the best way possible. have i stated the fact that i was entirely indifferent about william afton before i stumbled upon you + your portrayal of him because its true. you singlehandedly made me so incredibly mentally ill about this man its not even funny. hes sosososo interesting i absolutely adore the way you interpret him i want to examine him under a microscope. i can tell youve put so much thought into him as a person past what most people in the community do and i just. i dont know how to explain it. ive said it before this blog right here is literally the reason i joined the tumblr rpc bc i was just . i dunno i was just in awe. every thread i have with ur will ( and all ur other muses ofc, ur will just drives me insane in a Very Specific Way that is difficult to replicate ) is sososo special to me. i specifically love our pair of fucked up guys i will actually never be over them.
tl;dr im picking up your william by the scruff of his neck and shaking him like a dog toy he is everything to me. i will forever be this fucked up little mans #1 fan i enjoy him so so much. thank you for making him the way that he is.
🔧 「 ASK MEME : HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL? 」 / @nineliabilityrisk !
i have to restrain myself so i don't end up hoarding this ask, because i ask for this expecting critique &. ofc some compliments but i'm notoriously bad at taking them, &. like! i always just end up complimenting the sender to deflect. so i'll try to do better at that, but i have to just say that i adore you &. your original characters are rich &. unique &. your canons are so thought through &. interesting, &. i am not doing you justice with this explanation or these compliments but you've just been such a good friend &. a lovely partner in writing &. i always adore getting replies / messages / memes or anything else from you. (also including seeing your posts). &. your smut writing (&. in general) is masterful it's art it is LOVELY. for being young you're just so advanced in your writing. ANYWAY
first off i have to give you a formal apology for making you mentally ill about willy. it's a terrible &. speaking from experience i hardly needed to add to my list. though, it makes me blush that i could take a character you were indifferent about &. make you like them &. see them differently. there's a lot of ways to interpret will / fill in his blanks, &. i admit i may have (definitely have) some hot takes, aka him not building spring bon or his design or art hobbies, though i stand by him. like, honestly i had so much in my mind about him i needed to make a separate blog for the first time in years. he just took up all of my brain-cells. it just means so much to me to know you like how i see him, &. that you think he's interesting???? to the point where you're here bc you saw one of my posts / my blog? IT'S TOO MUCH FOR MY LITTLE MIND TO WRAP AROUND <3 &. i could not be more humbled that you think that of me, i really truly appreciate all of our threads so much &. your writing is just so lovely &. i fucking adore everything we've done together. also please if you wanna ask me anything about him hmu <3 i'll talk all day if you need ahah. (ik ik sometimes i forget tumblr IM's exist) but IUHYGTFRDEDFGHUJIK YOU'RE TOO GOOD / NICE TO ME. thank you thank you thank you.. <3
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**Warning: Content Advisory**
This fanfic contains sensitive and serious themes that may be difficult for some readers. If you are uncomfortable with topics such as [Violence, moral questionable behaviors, explicit contents and many others], it's advisable to reconsider reading further. Your well-being is important to me, and i encourage you to prioritize your emotional health. Take care, and thank you for understanding.
This short tale is placed fourth months after Darius went M.I.A.
Greed: Pele Goddess of the Night.
Yvette, a woman known as the Greed Assassin, embodies the very essence of illusion: tantalizingly close yet perpetually out of reach. The more she accumulates, the emptier she feels, and in her moments of satisfaction, an insatiable yearning claws at her soul. She stands as the ruthless ringleader of the Deadly Sin, confronting a demon unlike any other, one that resides not in the curse of Vuzgamad but is born from the seed of Divashma.
Seed of Divashma: Hear my voice, Yvette. Together, we can achieve everything you have ever wanted. Freed from the shackles of restraint, morality and humanity, you will be free to seize all that your unending greed desires with a relentless, burning and voracious hunger. The curse of Vuzgamad will be our bless. Its unholy power will open the doors to true liberation. Together, we will achieve everything we never could alone.
The seed of Divashma whispers promises of a merger, a union that will bind together Vuzgamad's curse, theyself (seed of Divashma) and Yvette herself. In this unholy fusion, she'll be liberated from the shackles of pointless restraint, morality will crumble, and the chains that held her back will disintegrate, leaving her free to seize all that her unending greed desires with a relentless, burning and voracious hunger.
Yvette (whispers to herself): The seed of Divashma, the "surprise" implated by the now well known Tyrant Darius... it promises me liberation, but can I trust it?
Yvette is wary, demons are liars and cruel deceviers, their deal always meant to swindle it to the demon favor and yet... Yvette look at her best friend Vinca and Dracaena being their usual lovebirds self and she feel again that familiar bitter sting again and is....envy.
Yvette: I should be happy for them, Yvette thought. If we're best friends, shouldn't I be happy for them? Why do I feel so jealous? What's wrong with me? Maybe there's something wrong with me. I shouldn't feel this way. I should be supportive and happy for them. Why am I like this? I hate myself for feeling this way. Maybe I should just keep these feelings to myself, so I don't ruin things. But they're my best friends. Why shouldn't I be honest with them?
Seed of Divashma (a seductive, enticing whisper): Yvette, dear Yvette, why linger in the shadows of envy when you can embrace your true desires?
Yvette (hesitant): I've heard tales of your creator Aeshdeos and about you seed of Divashma, accept you will meant yes freedom but at greast cost.
Seed of Divashma (sinister chuckle): Ah, but my dear, I offer a true union of your desires, your hunger and the price is so small, simply accept me completely inside you.
Yvette (conflicted): Vinca and Dracaena... I envy their love, their freedom to express it and yet i hate this feelings because they're my friends i don't want lose them.
Seed of Divashma (whispers of temptation): With our fusion, envy will be but a fleeting memory. Your desires will no longer be restrained by morality and no longer will you feel ashamed to love and desire both of them.
Yvette (longing): But can I truly love them both if i accept you and this deal, they will not scorn and reject me?
Seed of Divashma (sultry): You will and can love them both, my dear, and indulge in your desires. The chains called morals, restraiants and other foolishness that bind you will disintegrate and they will love and accept you.
Yvette looked at them and she remember when Vinca did three weeks ago. She fumble up at her date with Dracaena and Dracaena left the Gran gala barely containing her tears, so Yvette followed her home to cheer her....and they spend the two best days of Yvette life in which they read books, do shopping spree and eat ice creams. Then like a fairytales it ended when Vinca make peace with Dracaena and Yvette was happy for them...oh Yvette was so busy with self-pity that she didn't notice that:
Dracaena isn't here, she probably went to work.
Vinca is in front of her and is staring at Yvette. But why? Uh-oh, she read her thought? Wait! This means ....
Vinca: We need to talk.
Yvette(small voice): Oh no....
Vinca: Lets go to your room, so we can talk privately.
Once we enter in my room and closed the door....
Yvette: I...
Vinca: Wait, let me talk first. I must reveal something.
Vinca reveal her true appareance, golden purple reddish feathers decored her arms, on her lower back a peahen tail, lioness like fur cover body who have the same color of her hair.
Vinca: I accepted the seed of Divashma in me and it is the best thing happened in my life second only to Dracaena. Yvette, i sense you still didn't accept your seed of Divashma, the gift of my Tyrant Darius.
Seed of Divashma: Listen her! Do it and the world will be yours to enjoy as your playground and more, and with your help will be the same for Dracaena.
Yvette: Vinca, when did this happened?
Vinca: Three weeks ago.
Yvette: And that explain your recent behaviour changes. Still this deal...It's beautiful and intriguing but I need to understand more about what the seed of Divashma can offer me since i don't trust it but i trust you, so before I make a decision, can you show more about what it entails and what it would mean for me if I accept it?
Vinca: I can help to dispell all you doubts, come with me and i shall show you how will our life if you accept the seed of Divashma in you.
Yvette: Alright, Vinca, I'm willing to listen you and learn more about this. Lead the way, and let's see what this transformation could mean for us.
Vinca: Let's go to the Gran gala.
Yvette and Vinca reached the Gran gala where Vinca proced to hypnotized all the partecipants to act like animals like horse, bull, lion, etc....
Vinca: Look how those jerkass are acting like the dumbass they're.
Seed of Divashma: EHhehehh Vinca this is fun but you can do better than this aren't you?
Vinca's eyes gleamed with determination.
Vinca: Of course, I can, ust watch this.
She affirmed, then she turned to the people nearby and commanded. Vinca: Give Yvette lace bras, lace underpants, rings, jewels, bracelets, all of extra luxury. Only Yvette, for soon the Goddess of night deserves nothing less. The people, under Vinca's spell, responded obediently.
Peoples: Yes, as you wish, master.
Yvette was taken aback by the sudden extravagance abd gift bestowed upon her. She looked at Vinca, torn between tempted to accept it and caution. The promise of a life filled with freed, happiness and power was tantalizing, but the she fear that by accept it she become the monster Vuzgamad and demons want her to be. Vinca's eyes locked onto Yvette's, as if conveying a silent message, urging her to take that final leap to seize her destiny with her own hands.
Vinca: Damn you, Vuzass, for planting these doubts in her mind. Enough is enough. She deserves better, and I won't let Vuzass ruin everything. Well, time to play my ace card, a beacon of clarity in this chaos
So she reached out to touch Yvette's temple gently. With a mysterious energy, she transported Yvette into a vivid mental vision of the future. In this surreal dreamscape, Yvette and Vinca stood together, invisible and untouchable, as they plundered lavish boutiques and seized treasures beyond imagination.
Vinca: Look at all this wealth and luxury, isn't this what you want? Just reach out and take it, and it can be ours..
They ransacked an ice cream shop, indulging in every flavor, laughing like carefree bandits. But the most exhilarating part was the reckless battles against formidable demons, where Yvette, Vinca and Dracaena fought side by side. Adrenaline surged through their veins as they clashed with otherworldly foes, their unity and power unbreakable.In this vision, the three of them stood together, a triumphant trio. They exchanged vows, a union that transcended earthly conventions. The world watched in awe as they reveled in their love for each other, heedless of judgment, and shut their mouths in the face of such fierce devotion. Yvette was spellbound by this vision of an extraordinary existence and euphoria.
Vinca: Imagine, Yvette, how beautiful and perfect our life together will be and Dracaena will also be part of all this.
Yvette after this vision reflected but only for five second... The heck with responsability, rules and morals, since did ever make her and her troupe/family happy? She will take what hers to have, to love freely them and do anything she want consequence be damned and she accept merge with the seed of Divashma and Vuzgamad curse to become her true self.
Yvette: Let us become one, seed of Divashma.
Seed of Divashma: Yes! Time for you to become your true self.
Yvette's merging with the seed of Divashma was extraordinary. Her once ordinary appearance now mirroring Vinca as it radiated with the same magnificent but with different color schemes golden-blue-green feathers and fox-like fur.
Yvette: Vinca, I can't believe this... It feels incredible.
Vinca: I knew you'd understand, Yvette. We are now part of something greater, something beyond the confines of rules and morals and soon will be the same for Dracaena.
Together, they felt the power of Divashma's seed coursing through their veins, a connection that bound them in ways they could only imagine and they embraced their passionate connection without inhibition as their lips met without hesitation. Yvette and Vinca were no longer limited by the fears and judgment of the society they had been raised in. A feeling of freedom and joy filled their hearts, and they savored every moment of their transformation. Yvette to celebrate her rebirth and union with her girlfriend Vinca cast a spell to control the body of the people and order them to spank their buttocks because they're bad men, women and folks. As the people howled in pain, Yvette and Vinca sipped their cocktails and enjoyed the show.
Folk 1: Why us?
Man 1: What did we do wrong?
Woman 1 : Ow, ow, ow! Please, have mercy! I didn't know what i was doing, it was just a mistake!
Vinca: What a wonderful night we're having.
Yvette: This is so much fun!
Yvette exclaimed, watching the people writhe in agony, Vinca laughed maliciously, her eyes glowing with power. She took another sip of her cocktail and chuckled as she watched the people suffer. As the spanking continued, Yvette and Vinca watched closely as the people's bottoms turned red and swollen, their cries of pain growing louder. Eventually the people had had enough and began to beg for mercy.
Man 2: Please, stop
Woman 3: This is too much!
Yvette and Vinca glanced at each other and smiled, enjoying the suffering they had inflicted. However, they were not yet done. Yvettev We're just getting started. Yvette said, her voice cold and firm.
Vinca: Right! You mistreat the animals, use them for fun and trap them in zoo. Time for them to have their revenge.
Vinca raised her arms and summoned the wild animals to carry out her revenge. The bears, lions, eagles, rhinos, gorillas and other creatures growled, roared and hissed.
Vinca: Go, my friends have your revenge on the humans who have abused and taken advantage of you. Leave them alive so that their bodies can be claimed by our demons.
The animals roared in delight and descended on the humans, mauling and attacking them. The humans cried out in terror and pain, but there was no escaping Vinca's spell. Once the animals had they revenge, Vinca looked at the animals and smiled.
Vinca: You have done well. she said, her voice laced with satisfaction. Now, you may take over the zoo in Las Vegas and live there as you please. Enjoy your new home.
Yvette nodded in agreement and conjured up a host of demons to possess the unconscious humans at the gala.
Yvette: Go, take back the refurtive and bring them back to our room at the Hotel Belaggio.
I commanded, my voice cold and firm, the demons nodded and set about their task with ruthless efficiency. After leaving the Gran gala behind Vinca and Yvette are exploring Las Vegas Strip deciding where to go.
Yvette: It is so wonderful, i can feel my very soul free from any chain, ready to conquer the night and being mayhem unto my. I feel so foolish, i should have accepted the before the seed of Divashma.
Vinca: Don't worry, it was the same for me and we now have all eternity to catch up, so let's find the next place where we can brind chaos. How about we start with a visit to one of the casinos? I hear they have all sorts of wild entertainment.
Yvette: Ah, casino! The perfect place for mischief and fortune. Lead the way, Vinca, and let's see if we can't stir up some chaos at the tables.
As they strolled down the glittering Strip, the neon lights illuminated their path, casting a surreal glow on everything around them.
Vinca: Look at all those people absorbed in their games. It's almost too easy to blend in and create some delightful chaos.
Yvette: Indeed, Vinca. Let's put on our best poker faces and see if we can't turn this casino into our own playground of mayhem.
The two women entered the casino, ready to test their luck, power and skills and revel in the night's chaos. Yvette, with a mischievous glint in her eye, whispered incantations under her breath. A subtle, magical aura enveloped the area, causing people to become oblivious to their surroundings, lost in their own little worlds. As Yvette's spell took hold, Vinca, a mischievous grin on her face, scanned the casino for her next target. She spotted a slot machine, beckoning her with its flashing lights and enticing promise of riches. Vinca, feeling a surge of excitement, approached the machine.
Vinca (whispering to herself): Time for a little fun.
She clenched her fist and struck the slot machine with unexpected force. The machine groaned and then, miraculously, began spewing out money in all directions, like a chaotic shower of bills and coins.
Vinca (laughing triumphantly): Jackpot!
The oblivious patrons nearby turned to the commotion, their faces reflecting a mixture of confusion and amazement as they saw money flying through the air some of which hit other gamblers in the head and face. One particularly large coin struck a grouchy gentleman on the nose, causing him to yell and punch a husler.
Gentleman: Hey, watch where you're going, you little witch!"
Random Patron 1: What's going on here?
Random Patron 2: Did that slot machine just explode with cash?
Yvette (with a sly smile and whispering to herself): Looks like my spell worked even better than expected.
Vinca continued to revel in the spectacle, pockets quickly filling with the unexpected windfall. Meanwhile, the casino descended into joyful chaos as patrons scrambled to collect the money raining down on them, completely unaware of the magical trickery at play. Just then, Vinca snapped her fingers, hypnotizing the people and ordering them to fight each other.
Patron 1: What...what's happening to us?
One of the patrons moaned.
Patron 2: I don't know, but I have to fight!
Replied another patron, then the casino descended into joyful chaos as fists flew, chairs flew, and money flew. Vinca's hypnosis had caused the group of formerly peaceful casino patrons to devolve into chaos and carnage. The once-crowded casino floor was now filled with shouts of rage and pleas for mercy, as people scrambled to collect the money scattered across the ground. Vinca's hypnosis had caused the group of formerly peaceful casino patrons to devolve into chaos and carnage. The once-crowded casino floor was now filled with shouts of rage and pleas for mercy, as people scrambled to collect the money scattered across the ground. As each fighter claimed their share of the prize, they soon began to clash with their neighbors, eager for more. Punches, kicks, and even weapons were wielded mercilessly as the group battled for dominance.
Burly man: You think you can take what is mine?
He screamed as he punched a woman in the face.
Woman: That money is mine.
A woman yelled as she wielded a broken bottle, slashing it across the face of a screaming folk. As the crowd continued to fight, Vinca crackled at them, laughing at the chaos.
Vinca: So much wrath, so much avarice! Mmm, their suffering and rage is delicious, well time to absorb their souls.
Vinca proced to swallow greedily their soul.
Vinca: They'll make fine additions to my collection of souls.
Then Vinca smirked as she continued to absorb the souls of her defeated enemies, savoring each one as it was pulled into her body and trapped within. The souls struggled and screamed as they were consumed by her demonic essence, but Vinca took great delight in their suffering. She could feel each one adding to her strength and power, and she could barely contain her excitement.
Vinca: More! Feed me, feed me! I am Vinca, the Queen of the Pride Demons, and I will swallow your soul at my heart content.
Then once her hunger is sated, with a flick of her finger, Vinca transformed the lifeless bodies into Pride Demons, their forms flickering and shifting in front of her. She smiled as the pride demons stood and stared at her with a cruel glare, their teeth glistening in the casino's light.
Vinca: Go forth and expand our ranks, search far and wide, and bring back new peoples to use as our slaved. The time of the Pride Demons is at hand.
The Pride Demons roared with glee, the sound reverberating off the walls and filling the air with terror.
Peoples: No! No! Let us out! No! No, please! Release me! Let me go! I don't want to die!
The souls of Vinca's victims cried out, their voices echoing from inside her as they begged to be released from her grasp.
Vinca: Never! You are mine now, and you will serve me for all eternity!
The souls continued to scream and wail, their voices desperate and scared as they pleaded for mercy. But Vinca remained cold and emotionless, her focus solely on absorbing as many souls as she could, to use as source materials to create demons, weapons, etc..., food.
Vinca: I'm bored. Let's see who's willing to play a deadly version of blackjack.
Vinca said with a sly smile, casting a spell to draw in the attention of others in the room. As her magic took hold, the people in the casino turned to her, their minds filled with a mysterious compulsion. They began to approach, ready to play the game.
Folk: What are the prizes?
Vinca: Your soul, if you win, you will be rewarded with great riches but if you lose, your soul will be mine.
The gamblers were quick to accept Vinca's deal, their eyes glimmering with greed and excitement. The game of blackjack began, and soon the chips were flying. Every time a card was dealt, the players would glare at it with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, praying for a favorable result. As the stakes grew higher and higher, the tension grew thicker and thicker. Every time a hand was won or lost, Vinca's smile grew wider, the look in her eyes becoming more and more sadistic. As the game drew to a close, many a soul were lost to Vinca's machinations. The souls cried out in agony, their voices echoing through the void.
Peoples: Help us! No, don't take us
But their cries fell on deaf ears, drowned out by Vinca laugh's.
Vinca: Your souls belong to me now!
She hissed, savoring the feeling of power as their spirits were pulled into her chest, the souls could do nothing but scream and struggle inside her body, doomed to suffer for all eternity. Vinca gloated over her victory as she observed the souls struggling against their fate. She could feel their desperation and fear, but that only increased her joy.
Vinca: Your souls are mine now and there is nothing you can do to stop me. I am Vinca, the Queen of the Pride Demons and I demand satisfaction.
Then she decide that she hate waste resource included souless body.
Vinca: Why let good clothing go to waste?
She mused, so with a flick of her fingers, she transformed the bodies of the souls into luxury garments, their forms flickering and shifting in front of her.
Vinca: There, now you're useful, who knows, maybe I'll even show you off to the other Pride Demons.
She purred, amused by her own creativity as she warp the luxury clothes to an unknown location.
Vinca: Can't wait for Dracaena reactions when she will see this clothes.
Yvette feeling daring thanks to Vinca's action and in need of more rush adrenaline, calmly removed her clothes, leaving her in nothing but her sexy undergarments. She walked over to a baccarat table, drawing the attention of everyone in the vicinity who remained oblivious to the unusual scene unfolding before them.
Dealer (surprised but composed): Ma'am, How many money wish to gamble.
Yvette (smirking): One hundred million.
The dealer exchanged shocked glances with the other players, all still engrossed in their own oblivious worlds. Yvette took a seat at the baccarat table, her confidence undeterred. She was now ready to try her luck at the game.
Dealer (hesitantly): Very well, ma'am, let's start the game.
Yvette placed a significant stack of chips on the table, her lack of clothing doing nothing to diminish her aura of confidence.
Yvette (whispering to herself): Time to see if my luck holds.
As the cards were dealt and the game progressed, Yvette's bold move began to draw whispers and stares from the other patrons. But thanks to her spell, they remained oblivious to the unconventional gambler in their midst.
Dealer (announcing the result): Player wins.
Yvette (smiling triumphantly): Just as I thought.
She continued to play, reveling in the thrill of the game, her unusual attire, and the knowledge that her spell had everyone wrapped up in their own worlds, blissfully unaware of her daring escapade. Once Yvette finished the game, she snapped her finger to remove the memory of the game from the patrons and since the oblivious spell didn't work on dealers and order them to 'enjoy` theyself.
Dealer 1 (confused): What?
Yvette (firmly): I said `enjoy each other` morons.
Dealer 2 (obeying): Yes, ma'am.
The dealer starts touching, moan sensually and indulging each other each other, their face turning red as they follow Yvette's command, Yvette watched with satisfaction as her spell worked its magic on the dealers, turning them into a pair of lusty lovers engaged in a passionate embrace. She smiled to herself, proud of the results of her spell. Just a few words, and these people were now helpless to her commands. The dealers had become wrapped up in their sensual pleasures, their moans filling the air and their faces growing red with embarrassment.
Dealer 1: Oh...Oh my goodness...
Dealer 2: Oh, I'm...I'm so close...
Dealer 1: You feel so good...
Dealer 2: I can't...this is so wrong...but it feels so right...
Dealer 1: Wrong? Who cares Just...just give in to me...give in to your desires...
Dealer 2: Yes...I...I must...I must give in to you...
The dealers had lost control of their bodies and minds, and they were now at the mercy of Yvette's spell. Vinca watched with amusement as Yvette cast her spell on the dealers in the casino, turning them into a pair of lusty lovers indulging in each other's bodies.
Vinca (laughing): Wow, Yvette! That spell of yours is really something else but i can do better. Do a strip dance and enjoy every second of it!
The gamblers are immediately affected by Vinca's spell, beginning to perform a strip dance in the middle of the casino. They seem slightly surprised at first, but as the spell takes effect, they start enjoying it more and more, dancing seductively and performing provocative moves with a look of glee on their faces.
Yvette (amused): Oh my, Vinca! You've outdone yourself this time!
Vinca (smirking): I guess I have, haven't I? This spell of mine is quite impressive, if I do say so myself.
Yvette: You certainly have a talent for this, Vinca. I'm glad I'm your lover so that I can witness your amazing powers.
Vinca: Ah, it's nothing special. It's just a bit of fun, that's all.
Yvette: It's more than that, Vinca. You're making this night even more memorable than it already was.
Vinca (snapping her fingers): Then let's making more memorable! Tear this place apart!
The spell immediately takes effect, the gamblers and other patrons of the casino beginning to demolish everything in sight. They are tearing down tables, smashing slot machines, and causing utter chaos throughout the entire casino. The dealers and security guards try to stop them, but they're no match for Vinca's spell and soon join in the destruction.
Yvette (amazed): Vinca, look at what you've done! This is madness, I love it!
Vinca: I'm glad you enjoy this madness, my love.
Yvette (waving her hands): And now for the grand finale...
Yvette's spell takes effect, transforming all the people present in the casino into money, cash, gold bars, and other valuable items. However, the people remain fully aware of their current state, finding themselves trapped in the form of inanimate objects. Yvette and Vinca watch in glee as the chaos of the destroyed casino and the trapped people in their new states unfolds before them.
Vinca (amused): Well done, Yvette. You have certainly made this night one for the books. Now let's go to Ishtar BDSM club so we can experience our love in the way that is meant for us Demon Goddesses.
Yvette (laughing): Absolutely, Vinca! We'll use our cash to buy their best room.
Vinca and Yvette ignore the cries of pain coming from the cash they have transformed, heading off to Ishtar BDSM club to enjoy their love in a way that is meant for Demon Goddesses. After an half-hour of walk, they reach the Ishtar BDSM club and to owner shock and surprise they pay the best room thrice the price: five million dollars for so they can use it all night.
Vinca: It's wonderful, this place is what the world is suppossed to meant! Free, unchained by any morals and unbound from any shame.
Tyrant Darius: Well said, Vinca and with you my friends and liutenants we will make it a reality.
Yvette: Darius! Where are you? You known that Fang is desperate to find you?
Tyrant Darius: I known and every second away from her is pure torture but is necessary since as long Kozholok exist, Fang isn't safe with me. So please continue your wonderful job and keep protecting her.
Yvette: Don't worry, Fang is my friend so protect her is no issue and thanks for your gift, i'm so happy, free and unbound.
Tyrant Darius: Glad to hear it, there is another gift for both of you.
Tyrant Darius teleport said gift to Vinca hand and is a seed of Divashma? But it look different from ours...
Tyrant Darius: This seed of Divashma is a special version. It has been steeped in pure malachite for six days, six hours, and six minutes. It is filled with the blood of a member from every single supernatural race from vampires to naga. When Dracaena will consume it, it will grant her the same happiness, freedom, and euphoria you have. Use it wisely, my friends.
Vinca (smiling): Thank you, Tyrant Darius. We will do our best to protect Fang and keep her safe.
Yvette: And the seed will definitely come in handy. We appreciate your generosity.
Tyrant Darius: Have a nice night ladies.
Tyrant Darius left their minds.
Vinca (snapping her fingers): Everyone, have an orgy in our honor!
Vinca and Yvette walked through the club, Yvette could see that the people they had enchanted were now engaged in a frenzy of sexual activity. They seemed to be completely gripped by lust, unaware that their actions were being controlled by Vinca's magical trickery. Vinca turned to Yvette and gave her a comforting smile.
Vinca: Don't worry, my love. This is all in honor of our victory, and we have nothing to fear. Let's go enjoy ourselves in our private BDSM room.
With her calming words, Yvette felt her anxiety slowly subside, and she followed Vinca with excitement. Vinca seal the door so nobody can interrupt them.
Vinca(to Yvette): I've been waiting for this moment for so long. Now that your curse is a blessing, I can finally make love to you.
Vinca pulls Yvette close and kisses her passionately, nibbling and licking her lips. Her hands grope Yvette's buttocks, pulling her even closer as their bodies press together in a tight embrace. Their breathing grows heavier and more excited as the intensity of their passion rises.
Yvette (panting): Oh Vinca... I've missed the possibility and freedom to touch the living being so much. I'm so ready for this....ready for you.
Vinca (smiling): Just relax and enjoy the moment, Yvette. This is what we've been waiting for...
Vinca continues to kiss and massage Yvette, helping her to relax and ease into the mood for their steamy BDSM lovemaking. As their lips meet and their bodies press together, their breathing grows heavier and their desire rising with every moment. Vinca's hands continue to grope and caress Yvette's body, fueling the passion between them.
Yvette (smirking): You like my buttocks, eh?
Vinca (teasing): I'm going to show you what I can do with them, but first you have to obey your mistress. Lay on the spanking horse bench so I can spank them in all pleasurable ways.
Yvette obeys, lying down on the spanking horse bench and letting Vinca tie up her wrists and talons. Vinca stands over her, a look of playful anticipation on her face. She is ready to show Yvette just how pleasurable spanks can be.
Vinca (examining a selection of BDSM paraphernalia): Let's see... we've got a whip made from satyr's fur, a lubricating cream made with boto cor-de-rosa fat, a riding crop with bicorn skin, and more. What should I choose?
Vinca considers her options, deciding which items will provide the most exquisite and blissful BDSM experience for Yvette. She wants to make sure her lover is fully satisfied, so she wants to choose the right items to create the perfect mix of pain and pleasure.
Vinca: Ok now i will this lubricating cream made with boto cor-de-rosa fat, to make your skin extra sensitive, see?
Yvette (moaning and squirming): Oh Vinca... That feels so good. My skin feels so sensitive after that lubricating cream. Your touch is driving me wild.
Vinca (teasing): I know, my love. I want to make sure you're fully aware of how pleasurable this can be. I'm going to make you ache for more.
Vinca carefully teases Yvette's sensitive skin with her fingertips, eliciting more moans and squirms from the goddess. She wants to drive Yvette to the brink of madness with desire, making her desperate for more.
Yvette (shouting): Stop teasing me... I'm waiting for this...
Yvette sounds annoyed that Vinca is making her wait, but she is also eager for the pleasure to begin. Vinca, however, wants to keep teasing her for a little while longer.
Vinca (smirking): Well, you asked for this.
Vinca then starts spanking Yvette's buttocks with the riding crop with bicorn skin, delivering hard and flexible blows that combine both pain and pleasure. The pain is intense, but also mixed with a feeling of release and relief.
Vinca (to Yvette): How do you like that, my love? I'm spanking you just as you asked, with the riding crop and bicorn skin. I want you to feel every hit, to feel the pain and pleasure of it all. To feel your body ache for more.
Yvette (moaning): I love it... It's exquisite... It makes me feel so... so...
Vinca (teasing): What, my love? What does it make you feel?
Yvette (breathing heavily): I-it makes me... it makes me feel...So wonderful, good but also very hungry for more.
Vinca (putting on the crotch rope): You my naughty, greedy and sweet love. I want to make your experience even better, more intense and pleasurable than you've ever felt before. Just wait, my love.
Vinca smiles at Yvette's eagerness, happy to be able to please her. She ties the crotch rope securely in place, adding another layer of excitement and anticipation to the night's BDSM activities.
Vinca (using the whip made of satyr's fur): Let's see how this goes, shall we?
Vinca begins to whip Yvette's buttocks with the satyr fur whip, delivering powerful and stinging blows. Every hit sends a shockwave of pleasure through Yvette's body, amplifying the sensations and causing her to moan and squirm in delight.
Vinca (smirking): How does that feel, my love? Does it feel as good as you were expecting?
Yvette: It's... it's... it's... it's... (moaning in pleasure, unable to form coherent words)
Vinca (smirking): Does this mean you like it, my love? I want you to feel every sensation, to savor every bit of pleasure I can give you.
Yvette (still moaning and squirming, her mind and body overwhelmed by the intense sensations): Please... more... more...
Vinca (teasing): I'm glad you like it. I'll give you more. I'll give you everything you desire.
Vinca continue to pleasure her to the point Yvette screamed her euphoria and ended up melting the spanking horse bench and her ties.
Vinca (to Yvette) Did you just... Did you just...
Vinca is so overcome with joy and ecstasy at Yvette's pleasure and euphoria that she is at a loss for words. She is ecstatic that she was able to successfully bring her love to the highest level of pleasure and release.
Vinca: Yvette...my love...I am so proud of you, my sweetest darling, for letting go and embracing your deepest desires. You have opened yourself up to a world of exquisite pleasure and release, and I am thrilled to be beside you for this incredible journey. Let us savor every moment of this blissful moment, for it will forever be burned into our minds and hearts. I love you, my sweet, sweet Yvette.
Yvette: I love you too.
Yvette feels as if she has reached nirvana, having experienced the ultimate in pleasure and euphoria. The two of them are both ecstatic and giddy with delight, overwhelmed by the intense emotions they have just experienced.
Yvette: My turn!
Yvette takes Vinca by surprise with a sudden display of passion. She jumps on Vinca, kissing, hugging, and massaging her while expressing her love and affection in every way possible. She is eager to give Vinca the same level of pleasure and joy she just received from her. Vinca returns the affection, her body trembling with excitement as she embraces Yvette and enjoys every moment of their passionate lovemaking.
Yvette: Vinca, my love, stay still as I put this on you.
Vinca does as Yvette commands, remaining still as Yvette places the nipple clamp onto her. Yvette smiles and winks at Vinca as she tightens the clamp, causing Vinca to squirm and gasp in pleasure.
Vinca (blushing and laughing): Gods, Yvette, that's... that's...
Yvette (smiling): I know... I hope you're ready because there's more where that came from, because if you're obsessed with your buttocks, my love, me? I'm obsessed with your breasts.
Yvette smiles and winks at Vinca, indicating that she is just as entranced by her lover's figure as Vinca is by hers. Yvette proceeds to tighten the corset, squeezing Vinca's waist, hips, and breasts. She then proceeds to knead her breasts with her hands, squeezing them and molding them as she pleases. Vinca lets out moans of pleasure and ecstasy, her body arched back in pleasure and delight, Yvette using the nipple clamps to make Vinca hiss in a blissful mixture of pain and pleasure
Vinca: Oh...oh, Yvette...that feels so good!
Yvette: Do you like it?
Yvette asked, a flirtatious grin on her lips.
Vinca: Yes...yes I do. Keep going.
Yvette: I know just how to make you feel good. Of course i will continue to pleasure you. I know all your sweet spots, I know what you crave my love.
Vinca and Yvette positioned themselves in the tribadism position and began to slowly and sensually rub against each other. Yvette's crotch rope (which amazingly hadn't melted yet) gently rubbed and caressed their bodies in a way that was both stimulating and sensual. Vinca enjoyed the feeling of Yvette's skin against hers as they moved together in rhythm, their bodies moving as one. The sensation of the rope against their sensitive skin only further heightened the sensation of pleasure, driving them both towards a state of ecstasy.
Vinca: My love... I've never felt anything so... so...
Vinca is at a loss for words as she savors the sensation of her body pressed against Yvette's. The crotch rope is slowly rubbing and caressing them, sending waves of pleasure throughout their bodies. She loves the way Yvette's body feels against hers, and she is grateful to be able to experience such profound pleasure with her.
Yvette: Oh Vinca... You're so beautiful... So perfect...
Yvette is overcome with emotion, filled with love and admiration for Vinca. She loves the way Vinca's body writhes in pleasure.
Yvette: You know, I could keep this up all night. I don't ever want this to end...
Vinca: I know, my love... I feel the same way. I just want to be with you forever and ever, enjoying this sensuous and delicious feeling.
Yvette: Oh my, what a delicious, irresistible goddess you are!
Vinca: And you are a goddess unlike any other, my love. Your beauty is as infinite as the stars, and your passion is like the moon, forever shining and illuminating our way.
Yvette: Thank you, time to climax!
Yvette smiles seductively at Vinca, hinting at her desire to take their lovemaking to the ultimate peak.
Vinca: Yes, my love!
Vinca reciprocates Yvette's seductiveness with equal passion, their breath becoming quick and shallow in anticipation of the climax. So they climaxed so wonderfully and powerfully that the ecstatic shockwave caused them to faint and destroy the room, their bodies completely overcome with pleasure and satisfaction. Their passionate lovemaking was so intense and extraordinary that the people who were having an orgy in their honor it were also deeply affected. Many collapsed in their own pleasure, overcome with the beauty and awe of Vinca and Yvette's lovemaking. As the two collapsed in bliss and contentment, the people gathered around them in a state of reverence and admiration, beginning to worship them as their goddess. With a dramatic snap, Vinca and Yvette redress themselves, feeling the power of that night still coursing through their veins. Yvette turns towards the people who have gathered around them in a state of reverence and admiration.
Yvette (to the people): My loyal subjects, from this night and forevermore, I shall be known as Pele Goddess of the Night! Now bow before me and pay tributes to your new ruler! I am hungry, so satiate me with your souls.
The people fall to their knees before Yvette and allow her to consume their souls, becoming mindless and empty flesh drones.
Vinca (giggling evily at the mindless and soulless drones): Demons! These bodies will be yours forever, as long as you obey me.
The demons roar their approval, ready to accept their new bodies and serve their new master. Vinca and Yvette look upon their new army with satisfaction, ready to unleash their powers and rule the world. The night has only just begun...
Vinca: There's still a surprise for you, my love. Vinca takes Yvette to a park where stray cats and dogs roam freely. When they arrive, Vinca whistles and calls a tiny bulldog to her side, its little tail wagging excitedly.
Yvette: Oh my goodness! Is this my gift? She is so cute!
Yvette rushes over to pet the small bulldog, which licks her fingers affectionately.
Vinca (smiling): I'm glad you like her. What would you like to name her?
Yvette: Acacia, a perfect name for such a sweet bulldog.
Then they warp Acacia to the safety of their home and go to seek more fun. Then, Yvette turned to face Vinca, a fierce glint in her eye and a confident smile on her lips.
Yvette: You know, my love, I always believed that I took what I wanted without hesitation. But it's not true. I was holding myself back, afraid to dive into my desires for fear of losing myself. But thanks to you and the seed of Divashma, i've realized that i can take what i want without shame and those who dare to stand in my way they'll burn.
Vinca smiled, her hand resting gently on Yvette's shoulder.
Vinca: You've grown so much, my love. I've always known you were capable of great things, and now you know that too. They shouldn't have underestimated you.
Yvette: Don't worry, my sweet, no one will ever dare cross us again, not after this night show.
Yvette purred, her voice filled with confidence. So they made their way towards a more lucrative target: the Mammon's Chest. This was a bank known for being the biggest, richest, and best in the world, and it would be a worthy prize for their demonic machinations. They made their way through the city, their steps quick and their faces stoic. They had a plan, and they intended to see it through to the end. As Vinca and Yvette entered the bank, they were met with rows of tellers and a sea of customers. Vinca knew exactly what she needed to do. She quickly casted a spell to cut off all internet, cell phone, and alarm systems, leaving the bank isolated from the outside world. After Vinca finished to cut off any communication to the outside world, Yvette took precautions to ensure that their plan would go off without a hitch, she casted a spell to block any possible escape routes, effectively trapping the bank's patrons and workers inside. With any possible means of escape cut off, Vinca and Yvette now had control over the situation. It was time to begin their heist. Then Yvette melted down the vault's door, revealing an abundance of riches and valuables within. Once Yvette entered in the vault, she stood in the vault, her eyes filled with delight as she took in the sight of all the wealth and riches spread out before her.
Yvette: All mine...i always wanted to have this much wealth and power.
She grinned, her voice raspy with eagerness. She reached out and began to grab and touch cash and jewels, reveling in the feeling of control. Meanwhile, Vinca stood guard over the vault doors, her arms folded across her chest and a smirk on her face, she see the bank guard attemping to stop them, so she proced to block the guards who tried to stop them with a snap of her and proced to mockingly comfort them.
Vinca: Oh, poor little guards. Do you really think you can stop us from taking what we want?
Vinca muttered, her expression cold and unfeeling. The guards stood frozen in place, unable to move or respond. Their expressions were filled with fear, and their bodies trembled with anticipation. Vinca watched them with a cruel smile, enjoying their despair.
Vinca: Don't worry, this will all be over soon, when Yvette has taken what she wants, we'll be on our way to enjoy our spoils.
She murmured, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Vinca: I could use a little entertainment while Yvette enjoys herself like a child in a candy store. I think the guards will do just fine.
Vinca murmured to herself, a cruel smile on her lips, with a snap of her fingers, she levitated one of the guards off the ground and held him suspended in her grip.
Vinca: Ahhh...is that pain I hear?
Vinca murmured, her eyes gleaming with pleasure as she slowly crushed the guard's bones. She watched with a cruel smile as the guard's body writhed in agony, his screams echoing through the vault. It only fueled her hunger, and she slowly increased the pressure, the guard's agony like a delicous morsel of sustenance for her sadistic appetite.
Yvette: Vinca, dear...why not have some more fun? Why not twist his body like a ragdoll so we can enjoy his agony even more?
Yvette suggested, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Vinca: It sounds like a splendid idea.
Vinca agreed, her voice dripping with sadism and with a snap of her fingers, the guard's body was twisted and contorted into unnatural positions, his agonised screams growing louder with each passing moment. Vinca couldn't help but giggle at the sight, her pleasure only increasing as the guard's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears and Yvette couldn't help but enjoy the spectacle of Vinca twisting the guard's body into unnatural positions and feeding on his agony. In fact, she decided to make it even more entertaining for herself by using the gold and money as if it were her own sex toys. She let her imagination run wild, her body tingling with pleasure as she thought of all the possibilities and fantasies she could fulfill with all this wealth at her fingertips. Yvette continued to let her imagination run wild as she rubbed her body against the gold bars, her breath panting and her body trembling with excitement. With each passing second, she felt herself getting closer to the edge, her pleasure building to a climax that she knew she couldn't hold back much longer. A sweet, sensuous moan escaped her lips, as she let herself be consumed by the pure ecstasy of her own desires. She was in heaven, her body and soul fully enraptured by the moment. Yvette's body trembled with an intense wave of pleasure as she watched Vinca swallow the guard's soul, his life essence flowing into her and giving her a surge of power. The guard's body exploded into a blood rain, and a deep gasp of contentment escaped Yvette's lips as she watched the chaos unfold before her. To see the people's terror and futile escape attempts made her heart race, and she screamed in ecstasy, her body and soul fully consumed by the lust and bloodlust of the moment.
Yvette: Vinca... This is beyond my wildest dreams. We have all this power, all this treasure. And it's all ours for the taking.
Yvette murmured as she took in the destruction around her, her eyes gleaming with excitement and her body thrumming with the adrenaline of the moment. Vinca smirked and glanced at her lover.
Vinca: We deserve this, we worked hard to create this moment, and now we can reap the rewards. I'm so proud of you.
Vinca say as she stepped closer to Yvette and ran her hands across her partner's body. Vinca cast a spell to twist the bodies of the people in the bank, their anguished cries served as `background music`.
Vinca: Oh, this is heaven.
Vinca purred, her body trembling with delight as she lay atop Yvette.
Yvette: We're unstoppable together we can do anything we want.
Yvette gasped, her own body burning with desire as she moved her hands across Vinca's body, the two lovers were lost in the heat of the moment, oblivious to the screams of those around them. Yvette smiled as she warped the money to an unknown location. They enjoyed the show as Vinca ordered another guard to smash their head against the wall, their pain fueling her sadistic pleasures. Yvette aroused yet again by Vinca sadism, transform some peoples in money to use as sex toys used the bundles of money to pleasure Vinca, covering her in the money and gold bars Yvette used them to caress and massage Vinca's body, bringing her pleasure and fulfillment. Vinca was swept up in the sensation, her body arched in pleasure and her eyes fixed on Yvette's every movement. The money felt like a sensual and forbidden pleasure, and Vinca couldn't get enough of it.
Yvette: Oh, Vinca...this feels divine.
Yvette purred as she rained the money down upon her loving partner, caressing and massaging her with each movement.
Vinca: Ah, yes.
Vinca sighed, her body arched in pleasure as her senses were overwhelmed with delight. She couldn't get enough of the money, the soft and pliable bills moving and caressing her in all the right places. It was a forbidden pleasure, and she savored every moment of it. Yvette purred again, her fingers running up and down Vinca's body as she rained down the money with glee.
Yvette: Tell me what you want, Vinca.
Yvette whispered, her tone thick with seductive promise. Vinca let out a breathy moan, the money still raining down around her in a sea of soft pleasure.
Vinca: I want more, Yvette, want you to give me everything you have.
Yvette laughed and rained down more money on Vinca.
Yvette: Is this enough? Or would you like something a little more...exciting?
She teased, pressing her body against her partner's. Vinca's hiss of pleasure grew louder and louder until she couldn't control it anymore, snapping and shattering the guards nearby with a burst of her power. As their bodies lay scattered about her, Vinca turned to Yvette with an amused grin, her lips curling into a devious smirk.
Vinca: Shall we? French kiss with money on our tongues, and I'll do whatever you ask of me...
She purred, her tone filled with sensuality, her eyes were bright with excitement and her lips curled into a smug grin, as she asked Yvette for nothing short of her wildest desires. Yvette and Vinca seductively kissed each other, the bundles of money pressed against their tongues as their bodies moulded together. The sensation was intense and thrilling, and their passion only grew as they lost themselves in the moment. Vinca wrapped her arms around Yvette, their lips locked in a passionate embrace. Yvette let out a soft moan, her senses consumed by the taste of the money on their tongues and the feel of Vinca's body pressed against her. She couldn't help but let her own desires take over, her passion and lust for Vinca growing with every passing moment they swallow the money for extra layer of pleasure. Vinca let out a lustful moan as Yvette licked her cheek and groped her bottom. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but let out a howl of pleasure. As her desire grew more intense, she couldn't help but lose control yet again and make another person snap in half with her mind. Yvette watched on in arousal, enjoying the sounds of Vinca's pleasure and the destruction she created. The moment had become too much, and Vinca's body quivered with sheer ecstasy. Yvette playfully caressed Vinca's face as she watched her lose herself in pleasure.
Yvette: Oh, your such a cute kitten...
She chuckled, her tone filled with admiration and affection for her partner. As Vinca continued to be swept up in the moment, she didn't notice the people around her shouting and calling her a monster. But they didn't matter to her, she was too intoxicated by her own desires, her senses completely consumed by the pleasure. With a single gesture, she silenced their screams by absorbing their souls as they vainly struggled inside of her stomach. Their screams of terror and agony rang out through the air.
Peoples: Monster! Help us! We're just innocent pedestrians!
But their cries fell on deaf ears, swallowed by Vinca's insatiable hunger. She enjoyed the taste of their souls, their cries of despair and agony filling her with ecstasy. The more they begged for mercy, the more Vinca delighted in their pain and suffering. Their souls were now hers, and she would feast on their anguish for all eternity. Yvette let out a seductive chuckle at the souls' pathetic struggle, her tongue licking Vinca's stomach as she savored their anguish. She kissed and teased Vinca's body, enjoying the feeling of her partner's stomach tightening around her victims. The souls' desperation only made Yvette's desire burn hotter, and she couldn't help but indulge herself in this cruel, yet intoxicating display, she wanted to feed, and Vinca's stomach was the perfect canvas for her wicked desires. Yvette's tongue traced the curves of Vinca's stomach, and her lips traced a kiss along her skin.
Yvette: Oh, it's so warm in here.
Vinca: It feel so wonderful...
She breathed, her voice sultry and sedative. Yvette smirked as she ran her tongue over Vinca's stomach, her touch making her partner's body writhe and squirm in response.
Vinca: Hmm...I have an idea.
Vinca purred as she transformed some of the corpses into bars of gold and her eyes gleaming with pleasure as she watched Yvette's reaction to her suggestion.
Yvette: Oh, yes...yes, please....I want to sparkle from every corner.
Yvette breathed, her voice raspy and seductive as she imagined the feeling of being covered in gold. Vinca smiled and waved her hand, and gold bars rained down upon Yvette's body, Yvette moaned in ecstasy as the gold bars rained down upon her skin, covering her body like a second skin. Each bar was warm and flexible, molding and curving to perfectly fit the curves of her body. It was like a sensual massage, caressing and teasing her every inch. Vinca grinned as she watched Yvette's reaction, her own lust growing as she saw her lover's pleasure. She purred at Yvette's reward, her lips kissing and nibbling every inch of skin, her teeth gently grazing and scratching her lover's flesh.
Yvette: Mmm...oh, Vinca...
Yvette's voice was thick with pleasure and lust as the gold bars sensually caressed her body. She threw her head back and moaned, her body arching in ecstasy as Vinca nibbled and kissed her skin. Her entire body tingled with arousal, and she craved Vinca's touch more than ever.
Vinca: I love you, dear.
Vinca giggled as she continued her loving assault, her teeth gently nibbling and scraping along Yvette's flesh. She wanted to feel every inch of her, to make her shiver with delight. Yvette and Vinca's lovemaking reached a violent climax, their passion and excitement growing until it exploded in a bloody rain, the gold falling with a loud crashing sound as the people were torn apart. Yvette and Vinca laughed heartily at the madness and destruction around them, their own joy and delight only feeding their insatiable lust and hunger.
Vinca: We killed them...with kindness.
Yvette: They truly were blessed by our love.
Yvette giggled, her tone thick with amusement and satisfaction. Vinca smirked in agreement, her eyes shimmering with lust and pleasure. They truly were a formidable pair, and their love was not to be trifled with. After the destruction of the first floor, Yvette and Vinca decided to continue their game of fun and went upstairs to play with the people there. They walked through the crowds, twisting and mangling the bodies of the people into unnatural and uncomfortable positions as they laughed at their pain and suffering. Yvette chuckled wickedly as people pleaded and begged for mercy, but Vinca silenced their cries by swallowing their souls, relishing in their despair and agony. The people's bodies were nothing more than playthings for them to manipulate and transform as they pleased, their lives being no more than a meaningless game to the two powerful demon goddess, suddenly a metahuman unleashed a powerful jetstream of water, striking Vinca with immense force and knocking her back. With a gasp, Vinca hit the wall and fell to the ground, her chest aching with pain and her heart pounding with excitement. But little did the metahuman know that Vinca feeds on powerful emotions like any lust demon. She was already absorbing the metahuman's terror and excitement, and it was only a matter of time until she assimilated the metahuman's body. With each passing second, the metahuman's hand disappeared deeper and deeper into Vinca's flesh.
Vinca: Yes...yes!
Vinca murmured, her voice thick with pleasure. She loved the feel of the metahuman's hand trapped inside her, helpless and unable to escape.
Metahuman: Let me go!
The metahuman shouted, trying desperately to free herself from the grip of Vinca's flesh. But it was no use, for the more she struggled, the deeper and deeper her hand sank inside of the demon's body. With a wicked laugh, Vinca continued to enjoy the metahuman's struggles, her pleasure growing with each passing second.
Yvette: I command you all to fight, the ten strongest one shall be spared.
Yvette declared, her tone authoritative and forceful. The crowd of people looked at each other, unease and fear written all over their faces. But they had no choice, for they knew that Yvette's word was law, and that disobeying her would incur severe punishment. With a nod, the crowd of people broke out into chaos as they fought each other with brute force and desperation, willing to do whatever it took to survive. The fight was brutal and ruthless, and the screams of pain and agony filled the air. The metahuman's struggles only grew louder and more desperate as she sank deeper into Vinca's body. Her screams of agony and pain were music to the demon's ears, and she savored every second of the suffering.
Vinca: Yes...yes...more!
She moaned, her voice thick with excitement. Despite the pain and agony, the metahuman's screams were nothing but pleasure for Vinca, her own pleasure growing as she consumed the metahuman's suffering. As the fight raged on, the ten strongest people began to tire, their strength waning and their movements slowing. Yvette's eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched them fight, enjoying the adrenaline-fueled spectacle.
Yvette: They're flagging, they can't keep this up much longer...and the winner will be decided soon...
She purred, her tone thick with anticipation, Yvette couldn't contain her giddy excitement as she watched the battle play out, her heart racing with anticipation and her breaths coming faster and faster. She couldn't wait to see who would emerge from the fight victorious.
Yvette: Ha...ha...ha! Ha...ha...ha! Ha...ha...ha!
Yvette laughed maniacally, her eyes glinting with excitement as she watched the werewolf woman emerge victorious from the fight. With a wave of her hand, gold bars rained down upon the woman and the other nine strongest fighters. The gold bars fused them together, creating an immense gold demon that towered over Yvette.
Yvette: What a lovely gift...Dracaena will be pleased...pleased to the point of euphoria.
She purred, running her fingers along the demon's skin.
Vinca: Ah...ah...this feeling...
Vinca moaned, her voice thick with pleasure as she absorbed the metahuman body inside her. She enjoyed the sensation of the metahuman's body dissolving within her own, her digestive acid eating away at the metahuman's flesh and bones.
Yvette: Digest this delicious soul...Make it last...make it last as long as you can.
Yvette purred, stroking Vinca's stomach with her nails. Vinca giggled wickedly, writhing and moaning as the metahuman's agony and pain made her pleasure grow more intense, and she continued to slowly digest the metahuman's body. As she assimilated the metahuman's power of water manipulation, she tested it out on a guard by causing him to boil the water inside his body, the heat so intense that it caused severe internal burnings. Vinca enjoyed the sight of this, laughing and writhing in delight as the guard screamed in agony before collapsing. Yvette was feeling generous, and she decided to spare the survivors of her and Vinca's rampage. But rather than letting them be free, she decided to transform them all into various sex toys and teleport them to an unknown location. Then Vinca and Yvette decided they had enough fun and so they go to their home.Yvette and Vinca return to their room at the Belaggio hotel, where they find Dracaena and Lazareth watching a documentary. Lazareth notices them and asks.
Dracaena: Hello!
Lazareth: Ah, you returned. Did you enjoy your night?
Vinca, on her way to reveal a secret, tells Yvette that Lazareth was the first to receive the seed of Divashma from Tyrant Darius and that she teleported the "special seed of Divashma" to him, which he then put into Dracaena's favourite cake whom she swiftly eat it and fell asleep, Vinca then piggyback her to their room.
Yvette: Thanks for your help, Lazareth. Soon, Dracaena will be free, unbound, and unstained. Can you control the demons, this place, and Vinca, Acacia, and Dracaena so I can finish Vuzgamad once and for all?
Lazareth: For a friend like you, this and more. Don’t worry, Yvette, Vuzgamad will soon be nothing but a bad memory.
Yvette then headed to the cemetery to summon her demons and proceed to demolish the tombs and desecrate the corpses of Vuzgamad’s past victims so she can lure Vuzgamad into a deadly trap. With the help of her demons, she destroyed the tombs, desecrated the corpses, and created a treacherous maze of bone fragments and debris. Vuzgamad would have no idea what she was getting herself into, but Yvette's plan was working to perfection. Soon after, Vuzgamad entered the cemetery to pay tribute to her previous victims, curious and unassuming, and found herself face to face with the nightmarish scene that Yvette had created. She had walked right into a deadly trap, and now he was at Yvette's mercy.
Vuzgamad (furious and shouting): WHAT KIND OF TRICK IS THIS, MY DAUGHTER?
Yvette (smiling and calmly): Simple. It's time for you to die, and for me to be free of you forever.
Vuzgamad: You can't defeat me! I am invincible! I existed when humen lived in the cave and didn't yet discovered the fire.
Yvette: Who care about this nonsensical words you're spourting. You're weak and pitiful, and i will win.
The battle was on. Yvette and her demons squared off against Vuzgamad and her servants. They fought hard, but in the end, Yvette and her demons emerged victorious. Vuzgamad is defeated and it's time for her to taje her prize.
Vuzgamad (scared and despairing): No, my daughter. Have you forgotten that by killing me, you cannot cure yourself for the rest of your life?
Yvette (smiling and confident): No i didn't forgot it, so now watch this.
Yvette pats the Vuzgamad's head and to the her shock and terror, it doesn't burn. Her face remains untouched and unscathed.
Yvette: See? My curse is my blessing now. It's mine to control, mine to use, and guess who will be its first victim, Mommy dear?
With a cruel smile, Yvette proceeds to slowly blister Vuzgamad with non-fatal burns in order to maximize her suffering. Vuzgamad's screams of agony and pain fill the air, but Yvette shows no mercy or remorse. She has the upper hand and is determined to make Vuzgamad pay for all of the lives she has taken and her suffering, no matter the cost.
Yvette (to Vuzgamad): Oh, my poor mommy... Do you know what you deserve?
Vuzgamad (in agony): No please... I'm sorry... I beg for your forgiveness.
Yvette (giggling maliciously): Beg me all you want, but it won't help you. You deserve to suffer for your sins...
Yvette then proceeds to spank Vuzgamad with her flaming hands, making her howl in agony as they hold Vuzgamad still.
Yvette: And now, my demons, have fun with her! Dominate Vuzgamad in every way possible! Show the world that the once mighty and powerful Archdemoness has become nothing more than a helpless and feeble prisoner!
The demons surround Vuzgamad, tormenting and torturing her in every way imaginable. They drag her, pull her, push her, hit her, kick her, squeeze her, hold her down, and twist her body into the most painful and humiliating positions. Vuzgamad was helpless to resist, having to endure the full force of the demon's wrath and sadistic pleasure, Vuzgamad bitterly realized that the suffering she had inflicted upon countless innocent lives was now being returned to her with a vengeance.
Yvette (smirks): Pathetic. Now you're nothing more than...my food.
And with a cruel and satisfied smirk, Yvette consumes Vuzgamad's essence, allowing her to absorb his power and control every single greed demon in existence. Vuzgamad's power and essence were soon to become part of Yvette, strengthening her already formidable demon powers. Once she had finished, Yvette smiled a cruel and satisfied smirk at the thought of devouring her enemy. Vuzgamad's power was now her own, adding to her already impressive array of demon abilities.
Yvette: Delicious and now, greed demons, worship me! Pele Goddess of the Night, as your true and only goddess.
Greed Demons: All hail Pele, Goddess of the Night, our true and only goddess! All hail Pele, Goddess of the Night, our true and only goddess! All hail Pele, Goddess of the Night, our true and only goddess! All hail Pele, Goddess of the Night, our true and only goddess!
Yvette laughed maniacally, knowing that she had become the true ruler of greed demons, supreme and unstoppable, a goddess that no one could challenge or defy.
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