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I was unfortunately so gripped by the excerpt in this post that I found the collection of essays it's from and read the entirety of this short essay! So here's some excerpts from it I like:
The essay is amazing and I plan on reading the collection in it's entirety. The collection is titled Stigmata: Escaping Text by Hélène Cixous.
#stigmata: escaping text#love of the wolf#Hélène Cixous#prose#spilled ink#essay excerpt#book excerpt#book aesthetic#love quotes#love#i almost want to tag this as lycanthropy as a metaphor#but its more#wolf and lamb symbolism#and#wolves and lambs as metaphor
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Big Brother’s Best Friend!
(or BBBF for short)
Suguru Geto♡
MDNI
₊˚ପ⊹ Summary: You’re Satoru’s little sister with a hopeless crush on his best friend - Suguru. He knows this too, and promises you won’t be anything more. (You’ll just have to work harder).
₊˚ପ⊹ Warnings: unrequited love (at first), reader laying it on thick, slight age gap (4 years - adults!!), slight possessiveness, little lamb/big bad wolf metaphor, wet dream, size kink, semi-public sex, cock warming, making you watch in the mirror, m! receiving oral, breeding kink - is this list filthy enough?
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BBBF! Sugu who has known you forever as his best friend’s little sister - nothing more. He’s been aware of the special place in your heart for him for ages now. It wasn’t that he didn’t have one for you - his was just strictly platonic.
BBBF! Sugu who treated you better than any boy when the two of you were in grade school. He walked with you in the lunch line, preferring to hold your tray for you. He lent you his jacket when you accidentally bled through your pants - promising he wouldn’t be upset if you stained it. He even punched a guy in his grade for making lewd comments about you - the suspension was no big deal. “He needed to be taught a lesson on respecting women,” he informed the principal.
BBBF! Sugu who texted you every day when he went off to college, leaving you like a lamb thrown to the wolves. He listened to you rant about your school work and every minute detail of drama between your friend group. Instead of fully appreciating his kindness you often cursed him, blubbering over Facetime about why he had to be so attentive. If he didn't like you, he needs to ignore you! It was too much for your sore heart.
BBBF! Sugu who set a boundary when he caught wind of you turning guys down for him. You were basically his little sister. Precious and fragile. He only ever wanted to protect you - but it was his job to protect you now from your delusional ideas. It was hard - but the remainder of High School you went without hearing from him.
BBBF! Sugu who spends the summer of his senior year at his friend’s mansion. He forgot how lavish it was. The shower head hung from the ceiling, his guest bedroom fit a couch, and the outdoor pool must’ve been olympic size! He spent his days poolside with Gojo, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the cool mojitos that slid down his throat so effortlessly.
BBBF! Sugu who chokes on one of his many mojitos seeing you in your little two piece. You just arrived back from your study abroad trip in Spain. Your skin was sun kissed and your hair was parted differently from what he remembered. That was among the respectful differences he noted about you… but the disrespectful ones? The ones that would have Satoru smacking him upside the head? Those were plentiful. Your plush breasts filled out your top, your pebbled buds visible through the thin material. And your ass? Your swim bottoms were swallowed whole by your plump cheeks. You grew into your form to say the least.
BBBF! Sugu who after all these years still turns you down. The two of you are sitting by the firepit outside, waiting on Gojo to grab the graham crackers and marshmallows. Your voice is hardly above a whisper when you ask Geto if you were still just his best friend’s little sister - trying to play it off like a joke but you can’t hide the fat tears at the edge of your eyes when he promises that’s still all you’ll ever be.
BBBF! Sugu who maintains his composure even when you turn up the heat. He didn’t know it was possible for clothes to cover so little. How could they possibly try to sell that as a skirt? You probably weren’t helping the clothes look proper when you dropped your phone in front of him. He was sprawled lazily across the couch, manspreading while enjoying the movie playing on the big screen mounted on the wall when your phone slipped from your grasp. You were just checking if the two of them wanted any snacks for their movie when your small hands lost grip, bending down to pick it back up. You must’ve forgotten how to pick things up like a proper lady - you bent completely forward, feeling the cool air on your backside. Silly you! You stretched your arm, taking your time to check for any cracks before standing back up straight. Your phone survived the fall! Isn’t that great? Geto’s throat felt constricted as he hummed a response to you, “How fortunate.”
BBBF! Sugu who deserves an award for how good of a friend he is; Who else would turn down your advances time and time again? He looks at you deadset - your doe eyes unblinking and plump lips frowning, glossed over with a pink shimmer - as he tells you he won’t help you put away the laundry. Recalling the last time he agreed to fold your cute little panties and roll your ruffled lace socks you decided the shirt you were hanging up would look much better with your current shorts. You wasted no time plucking the shirt right off your body, exposing your bare chest to the raven haired man. He didn’t have the strength to look away and he would be cursing himself the rest of the day for allowing you to trick him.
BBBF! Sugu who doesn’t like the stupid fucking guy you brought over. He was handsy and unabashedly groping your ass while you straddled him on the couch. He was completely brazen to be doing this while Satoru was in the bathroom just down the hall - and entirely disrespectful to give your cheeks a firm SMACK!
BBBF! Sugu who throws the guy out, dragging him through the house by his ear - Giving the back of his head a firm push out the door before slamming it on him. He turns to you, “If I ever see that asshole here again he won’t be able to walk himself out.”
BBBF! Sugu who is rocking his hips into yours as you helped him through his bad dream. You didn’t mean to join him in bed, you just heard his soft cries down the hall and came to comfort him. Your hand came down on his chest, trying to shake him awake but instead he pulled you down on top of him. You immediately felt his hard on pressed against your thigh, his hips rutting into you. You noted his face was free of tears - it wasn’t a bad dream at all. His words were slurred by sleep but his moans were incredibly clear. His breath was shaky and Gosh his dick felt big. Your mouth watered at the thought of seeing it in front of your eyes. “M’pretty lil lamb,” his sleeping form murmured. You understood that clear as day. You held your breath as you waited to hear more, “Feel s’good,” Lips forming an ‘o’ and cock twitching. You wanted him so bad, wanted to pull down his sweats and suck him off right then. Have his thick cock twitching in your wet mouth. You were drooling - but you knew better. He was asleep and he would be deeply disappointed waking up to your mouth. You hated the girl he was dreaming of. Why wouldn’t it ever be you? You stayed with him until his dick stopped twitching and his body calmed. Kissing his forehead before stumbling out of his quarters.
BBBF! Sugu who woke up with wet briefs every morning. He felt like a hormonal teen all over again - cumming in his sleep over the lewd scenes that plagued his dreams.
BBBF! Sugu who was a very, very bad friend. You were the subject of every one. His best friend’s little sister. He was a sick puppy.
BBBF! Sugu who didn’t understand why you were ignoring him. Was this your new strategy? Give enough spank material for a decade and then cut off all contact? Because, fuck, was it working.
BBBF! Sugu who couldn’t take it anymore! He stopped you at the door before you were able to leave to get a drink from your favorite cafe. “What happened?” his eyes intense as he asked you. You - who played dumb. “Don’t make me sound crazy, baby. I do something?” you shake your head and shrug your shoulders. “You don’t like me. Thought I would finally leave you alone,” you sounded defeated. That made him mad. This wasn’t you.
BBBF! Sugu who wanted to punch himself seeing you cry. You couldn’t help pounding your fists into his chest and crying aloud at how this was all he ever wanted - You swallowing down your pathetic little crush on him no matter how much it hurt. How dare he act offended over something he nearly begged for. How dare he ignore you for three whole years - blocking your number. You were doing him a favor. The sound of the door you slammed in his face echoed through his skull. You were entirely right to be upset with him. He was a jerk. An asshole. Absolutely the worst. But at least he knew what he wanted now.
BBBF! Sugu who didn’t have to try too hard to convince you to sneak around Satoru with him. You took him so good anytime that obnoxious white haired idiot wasn’t looking. In Suguru’s guest suite, the hot tub next to the pool, even the couch while the three of you watched a movie. Gojo snorted at the comedic scene, pointing at the tv and turning to look at you to see if you also found it funny. Your lips were tight as you feigned humor, trying not to make what was happening obvious. You were sitting in Geto’s lap, warming his cock during the movie. Neither of you had any idea why he just accepted the fact you were in his lap, with a blanket covering the two of you. Satoru wasn’t really known for being a critical thinker after all. The earlier experience in Suguru’s bed was accurate - his cock was massive. Your tight hole clenched around him, wanting so badly for him to move. Even just a little! You wouldn’t be picky! Your slick coated his thighs, his girth making you impossibly wet. “I haven’t even moved yet, little lamb,” he teased in your ear, “S’wet.”
The first time you saw it was in his room a day after your fight. A few words were exchanged, him admitting you were right. He was an asshole - but he wanted you now.
“You’ll finally get exactly what you always wanted,” his eyes concentrated on yours. You were overcome by joy. Fighting every bone in your body telling you to jump up and down, to scream and cry out in celebration. Instead you put your mouth to good use, immediately falling to the floor and popping his dick in your mouth. You weren’t new to blowjobs or sex - you wanted to be prepared for when Geto finally caved. You wanted to impress him, to make him obsessed with how skilled your tongue was swirling around his cock. Impressed he was too, his head falling back and letting out a sweet groan. “Do I even want to know where you learned this from?”, he was devastated at your precision. How many undeserving losers did you practice on for your mouth to feel this good? Your tongue pressed flat against his vein, running it up the underside before kitten licking his tip. His pre cum was delicious, salty and bitter and perfect. “You really didn’t hesitate getting right into tasting me,” he chuckled to himself, obsessed with how you immediately began to suck his cock the moment he reciprocated feelings. “Did I make my lamb wait too long?”
BBBF! Sugu who pounds your pussy all throughout the night. He loves you in every position. He teases you in missionary, going impossibly slow and watching your eyebrows furrow as you beg him to pick up the speed. Your ass jiggles perfectly as you take backshots, your hair in his hand as he slaps his balls into your clit again and again. He loves the way you fold in half as he traps you in a mating press, listening to the sweet sounds of your sopping pussy taking his cock. It wasn’t long for you to be completely cock drunk. You would lose yourself the moment he fucked into you and would become incredibly lost the moment he pulled out.
His favorite thing of all was lifting you up and down his cock, using you like a fleshlight. He was obsessed with how much bigger he was than you. How he was able to effortlessly glide you against his cock, his meaty hands holding you up by your thighs. Sometimes he forced you to watch in the full length mirror in the corner of his room, “Eyes open, beautiful. You don’t get to cum unless you’re watching it.” Some days he would take pity on you, it was so hard to keep your eyes open while he was sooooo deep in you. Your cunt was abused day in and day out by his cock bullied deep into you. “You take me s’good. Wan’ you to have my babies - fuck. Always look so good with my load dripping out of you,” his words were filthy and animalistic. “Gonna fill that tight pussy with my children, gon’ have you looking plump n cute,” it was all you ever wanted from him. He was the perfect gentleman, even now. You didn’t have to lift a finger with him around. You would do anything to keep him obsessed with you, even if that meant carrying every child he gave you by fucking deep inside of you. It wasn’t hard to accept when it felt so good feeling his hot cum coat your walls, him not letting up even when he finished cumming. “Gotta make sure you take it all. Have ‘ta fill you completely full. You can take a few more of my loads.” His loads were huge. He emptied enough into you each orgasm you would think it was the first time he ever came.
BBBF! Sugu who made sure you were alright after every intense session. “I have to make sure I didn’t hurt my little lamb. If I did, I would be no better than the other wolves.”
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The Midnight Relief - Part 2 (Aemond Targaryen x Reader) NSFW
Summary: As a storm is raging outside, Aemond and you learn to discover each other around a game of Wolf and Sheep. But the game of confessions soon turns into a whole different experience, something you can almost call a lesson. But to learn you have to get naked first.
Tags: SMUT, Porn with Plot (sort of), Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (Reader Receiving), Handjob and Fingering, Aemond’s First Kiss, Prostitution, Targcest (Reader is Daemon Targaryen’s bastard), Light Angst, Insecurity and Vulnerability.
Author’s Notes: First I wanted to thank everyone for the positive response to the first chapter. It was definitely encouraging to read your enthusiasm and see all the likes (almost 500 atm 0_0). For the readers who are expecting drama, sorry but you will have to wait a little longer. I want to strengthen the chemistry and the relationship between Aemond and Reader before allowing troubles to settle between them. I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter and sorry for making you read between the lines (but I love symbols and metaphors hehe). Can't wait to read your opinions.
(PART 1)
There was a violent storm outside, a diluvian rain like no other flooding King’s Landing as if the city was a sinking boat. Even with the windows and the curtains closed, you could hear the huge drops crash on the glass and hit the roofs like arrow heads. You could have found this terrifying if you still lived in the Street of Silk for the brothel you used to work (and sleep) in was located down a sloping alley. But right now, this deluge was the least of your concern. Sure, you would most likely find a few more rats in your dorm when you would be back in the middle of the night but you still had a couple hours to spend before meeting the dirty rodents and you intended to use and abuse all the comfort they had to offer you.
Sitting facing each other, a cross shaped board between the two of you, Prince Aemond and you were studying the game of Wolf and Sheep in silence. It was a strategy game from the North with a purpose different for each player. The wolf had to capture the lambs to eat them and the lambs had to hem the wolf to trap him. Simple rules but it was one hell of a brain-teasing game.
It was the Targaryen prince’s favourite game and perhaps the only one he knew. He had ordered you to learn the rules back in the days when he used to call you his distraction, saying he needed an ‘adversary’ to play with him but the word had weirdly rolled off his tongue, almost with hesitation.
You remembered your first game. He had won of course but certainly because you had spent the entire time trying to understand why the pawns were green and black and not blue and yellow as they were supposed to be. You got your answers months after.
As usual, Aemond was playing the wolf but tonight he wasn’t showing any interest for the competition despite his natural inclination towards victory. Pouting, his body stiff on his chair and his arms resting on the armrest, his mind seemed elsewhere.
You doubted he wanted to talk about his troubles – he was the kind to constantly keep his thoughts to himself after all. But since you were certain it would do him good to speak his mind, you decided to sneakily lure him into a confession despite your mother’s proud voice in your head claiming you had inherited your father’s cunning.
“Life is like a game, isn’t it?”
The One-Eyed Prince immediately looked up at your face with an interrogative frown and you wondered if he heard you.
“There are sheep and there are wolves. Most of the times the wolves win and sometimes the sheep do.”
“Sheep never win.” Aemond said as he watched you take a black cube-shaped pawn from the board.
“It looks like I’m winning.”
“You never win.” He sounded nonchalant but his lilac eye was studying your hesitating moves with a growing interest, the menace of the defeat perhaps.
‘Only because I let you win.’ You wanted to say but as you chose to finally move your pawn to the left, you asked instead “And you always do?”
Aemond snickered a bit and with a lazy hand slid his green wolf to the right side of the board to avoid to be trapped by your black sheep.
You were a cautious player, analysing the situation for a long time before acting while Aemond was a quick strategist, constantly and unsurprisingly making fast and almost reckless decisions. But you couldn’t deny how perceptive he was. The Targaryen prince was always ahead of the game. Quick-witted, he could see all the possible moves (even your own) before you, the same way he could foresee his future.
He was no seer -only a few Targaryen had been dreamers - but he had an obvious talent to rapidly analyse things and a tendency to always be ready for a fight, fearless of the risks. Some people would call his gift longsightedness while other would say it is paranoia (inherited from the Hightowers) but all agreed on one thing; whatever it was it had been born from the victimized boy Prince Aemond used to be.
“We’re pawns you and I…” You continued. “…used by players who make us think we are free to choose our path.”
“Hmm… And who might those players be?”
“The Gods?” You wondered and your adversary sneered before he eventually moved his pawn up to jump over one of yours and remove it from the game.
“The Gods didn’t choose my destiny or if they did then they’re blinder than I am.”
You scrutinized his contempt on his young face, knowing exactly what he was thinking. You had known Aemond for six years. You had seen him living the life of ambitious men day after day, witnessed his mornings training with the sword, his afternoons studying history and philosophy and his evening riding Vhagar until the night would sometimes bring him back to your company. You had an idea of what the prince secretly yearned and why he had been inflicting such a hard schedule on himself for years. He craved a life in which he would not be seen as the useless second son. And you could relate for you also wished for a different life. Being a serving girl was better than being a whore but you still wanted more.
“Are you saying the Gods can’t see the bigger picture?”
“I’m just saying that if they’re indeed responsible for my path then they see the wrong picture.”
“I thought you were a believer.” You had seen him pray enough times to be sure of that.
“I thought you were a whore.” He retorted and your face fell instantly to keep the pain and the anger the name made you feel to yourself. It was one thing to hear the word in the intimacy of Aemond’s bed but to hear it in the middle of a serious conversation … It was more than insulting. But then, Aemond added “…not a sudden expert at Wolf and Sheep.” Did he realise he had hurt you? Did he just show concern for your feelings? You would not ask and even if he did that would not make you forget the insult.
“Let’s change the rules.” You suddenly declared as you swept all the pawns off the board with the back of your hand. Then you rested your chin on your crossed hands and frowned with a hint of defiance that left the Targaryen prince perplexed for a short moment. “Each time you win a game I remove one piece of clothes.”
The one-eyed man squinted. He didn’t like depravity but a part of him -the one who loved challenge (and your naked body) – seemed interested in this new game and was definitely wondering what the trick could be. Surely there was one, otherwise you would not look so confident.
“And if you happen to win a game, what then, my bold flower?”
“You tell me something you believe in… Let’s rename the game ‘Believer and Whores’. You play the believer. I play the whores. Deal?”
You offered him the green pawn and he took it almost immediately to place it at the centre of the cross-shaped board, accepting the proposition with no real hesitation, the certitude of victory louder than the apprehension to confess.
“You will end up naked anyway.”
“We’ll see.”
And so, you played. During the first game, you let Aemond capture all your sheep without much difficulty to encourage him to keep on playing. You then started the second game by putting your hose on the table because so was the deal. This time, Prince Aemond didn’t succeed in removing all your pawns from the board and therefore he reluctantly admitted something “I believe you’d look better without your dress.” His words were so silly and disappointing you called him a cheater. “My confession fits the clothes you took off, fairest. Ridiculous.”
Therefore, you initiated a new game that ended when the prince reduced all your sheep to two pieces. So, you took off your dress, folded it neatly and placed it on the table right next to your stockings. Then you sat down again and raise your eyebrows at Aemond to challenge him once more. He was feeling so over-confident he accepted without an ounce of hesitation but the pride didn’t last for your quickly trapped his wolf on the board. “I’m all ears, my prince.” You declared with a mocking smile that made him grumble. What a sore loser.
“I believe you’re the best distraction.”
“No, no, no. Be honourable and follow the rules, please.” He glared at you and you contained your laugh to not vex him even more. You did not wish for this game to end for there was still so many things you wished to know about the prince. “Look! I’ve removed my dress.” You slouched on the chair and gestured at your body with a bright teasing smile as you watched Aemond’s look follow your hands go down. His lilac eye lingered on your breasts for a moment to gaze at their beautiful round shape and at the rosy nipples your sheer linen chemise couldn’t hide.
“Hmm” He smirked, liking the sight and then focused his eye back on your beautiful face. “You’re a brilliant manipulator, aren’t you?”
“You’ve just figured that out? After so many years in my company?” You giggled and Aemond allowed himself to chuckle briefly.
However, his smile died as soon as realized the secret that his tongue itched to reveal. He had never said it to anyone, keeping his opinion to himself only even though he had many times wanted to spill it.
But who would care about it? His mother? He was certain she’d eventually just give him another sermon on duty just like his grandsire. His siblings? They weren’t close and knowing Aegon, he would probably laugh and complain that his burden’s heavier than Aemond’s while Helaena – who would undoubtedly be a good listener - would merely give him a gentle and companionate smile. Criston Cole? What would he do about it except compare himself to Aemond and tell him how life is hard and unfair. But you… Somehow, he wanted to tell you. Somehow, he thought you might care. You were his midnight relief after all and for years you had never shown anything but loyalty to him. His secrets were safe with you. You had proved that many times. Therefore, he finally admitted it.
“I believe I’m a pawn in my family’s game of thrones and that I deserve better.”
You frowned, confused by the prince’s words and when you saw him avoiding your look, his eye staring at the black sheep pawn rolling between his fingers, your heart broke for him.
You knew that Aemond was a lonely soul, that he craved for recognition and attention and wasn’t afraid to use his rogue attitude to get them. He was a middle child with a proneness to neglect and ignorance after all and as any second son in House Targaryen he had grown up in the shadow of his siblings and their glorious destinies. You knew that he despised his position - he had often disrespected his siblings and his father in your presence- but since he rarely looked insecure you thought he wasn’t so bothered. Clearly you were wrong. The young man was apparently a downcast man with an enormous chip on his shoulder and that was a facet of his intriguing personality he had remarkably kept to himself for years. You wondered what triggered him to reveal it tonight.
“And why do you believe that?”
“One win. One confession.” He said, faking a self-confident smirk as he threw the pawn on the table. “Those were your rules, starlight.”
“Now who’s the brilliant manipulator, my prince? You know if you just want to see me bare you can just tell me.”
He had a sad silent chuckle but at least it was sincere. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to erase his sudden gloom.
You stood up in silence and walked to him. Instinctively, he turned his chair towards you to face you and look up to you. With a soft smile you approached your hand to his face and asked for the permission to touch him. He replied by pressing his cheek and then the corner of his heart-shaped lips against your palm almost as if to kiss it. Your caressed him, trying not to linger your thumb on his scar because he hated being reminded of its existence, and admired him relax more and more under your comforting touch until his eye closed and you smiled at how peaceful he seemed.
“Do you want me to get naked for you?” You asked with a voice as soft as cotton knowing how much he liked the comfort of your bare body against his. Aemond’s eye opened in a flash and he gazed at you, needy but mostly begging.
“Are we still playing?”
“Only if you want to, my dragon.”
“If you take off your chemise right now that would be a very easy victory for me … it would almost be boring even.”
“Boring, really?”
You brought your hands to the sleeves of your sheer garment to slide them down your shoulders and slowly reveal your perky breasts. The thin linen instantly hardened your nipples when it brushed them and you observed Aemond’s fascinated stare devouring the two little buds. He craved to feel them. You could tell it. But he was resisting, his hands tightened around the armrests of his wooden chair so hard his knuckles were white. It was almost amusing to see him pointlessly forbid himself a thing he would eventually claim for himself in a moment.
“I believe they want me to wed a Baratheon to secure Lord Borros’ support.”
So that’s why he was still keeping his hands to himself. He still wanted to play.
“How do you know?”
“I heard my grandsire the Hand mention it a few times even before my brother’s coronation. Now, I’m sure it is just a matter of time before they send me to Storm’s End.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
He gestured at the rest of your chemise, ordering you silently to show him what the ivory garment was still hiding, meaning your legs and your womanhood. You obeyed, having a feeling that Aemond only pretended to keep on playing your game and that he actually didn’t care about the rule that said to remove a piece of fabric to gain a confession. He just wanted to talk, to offload his thoughts, but he was too proud to show it. He had to feel like you were taking his words from him. A twisted kind of power play perhaps or a fear to betray his family.
The prince watched the chemise pool down at your feet and then he slouched on his chair to look up and down your body with a darkened eye.
“I believe I don’t like being considered a good you can trade. But I know my duty to my family and to the crown. I’ll wed the Storm girl, bed her if needed but I will not put an heir in her belly. One half-dragon half-stag creature is enough to know that Targaryen blood don’t mix well with the blood of lesser houses. In fact, I’d rather have a child with you than with a plain-featured Baratheon and you’re my uncle’s bastard and a serving girl.”
Even if it probably wasn’t the prince’s goal, his words sounded cruel and insulting again but at least he had had the presence of mind to not to call you a whore this time. So perhaps there was a hint of sympathy somewhere in his heart.
“Thank you I guess … my prince.” You insisted (not so discreetly) on his title since positions were so important. He noticed and suddenly he grabbed you by your hips to bring you between his legs and press his forehead against your belly. You wondered if it was his clumsy way to apologize or to comfort you.
“All I’m saying is that Targaryen blood must remain pure. Mayhaps after the war I will be allowed to sire children with someone worthy of my bloodline.” He confessed before weirdly nudging his nose in your navel while you frowned at him.
“You would get rid of your lady wife?”
“I would not kill her, do not look at me like that.” He retorted although he didn’t even glance at you and simply guessed your frown, his face still nestled against you. You couldn’t help but be pleasantly surprised. You would have never thought he knew you enough to divine your reactions. “But when the Baratheons won’t be needed anymore, I’ll ask my brother for his benediction to put an end to the marriage. That’s why I hope I won’t have to go through the wedding or the bedding ceremony. The preservation of my future wife’s maidenhead will make the annulment easier.” His wish for an annulment reassured you. “After all I’ve said, I believe you should take more clothes off.”
“I have no clothes left to take off, my prince.”
“But I do.”
You smiled lightly, amused by his sudden boldness and gently put your hands on his chest to unbuckle his leather tunic. You could sense the Prince’s lilac stare on you and even though you wanted to gaze, certain you could remove his clothes without looking since you had done it countless times before, your eyes still remained on the task at hand. One buckle, two buckles, three buckles and the tunic opened enough to slightly reveal his hairless pale chest. You drew an invisible line along Aemond’s torso with your index, giving him discreet goosebumps, and when you reached his belt, you finally looked up at him.
He tensed when you pulled the strap but he never glanced away from your face even when you put the belt on the table. His look was impatient and lustful, as usual, but it was also fascinated and almost enamoured of your beauty… The beauty of a bastard whore? Come on girl, don’t be silly.
“I’ve heard Lord Borros has four daughters and that they are quite beautiful. Mayhaps, you will find one to your taste, one you’ll like.”
“Hmm … I doubt it.”
You tried to hide your satisfied smile and focused your attention back on Aemond’s tunic. But then, as you freed him from the uncomfortable leather, a question or rather an image popped in your head. Other hands … hands belonging to another woman, to his future wife getting your prince naked. It left you with a heavy heart that you tried to ignore.
“I can see a question is burning your tongue. What is it?” When you caught Aemond’s eye again, he was studying your face, definitely intrigued but you shook your head and smiled. It’s nothing. But the Targaryen prince like any dragon was persistent.
“You play the believer now.” He declared and you chuckled. Fine.
“What will happen to …” You started but then changed your confession completely. That was not cheating right? “What will happen to me once you’re wed? I know how dutiful you are, my prince. I know you’re a decent man who does not betray his vows. Will you …” You hesitated again. You couldn’t possibly ask him ‘Will you still fuck me?’ “Will you send me back … to the brothel?”
“Is that what you are afraid of?”
Yes and not really.
“Oh my starlight. Do you really think there’s a woman out there able to compete with you? You’re the accomplice who keeps my secrets, the distraction who makes me forget my troubles, the lady of my nights who burns my loins but most of all you’re my midnight relief. For my own sanity I can’t let you go. I thought you knew that by now.”
“I was a whore in a brothel, my prince. I’m used to being used and abandoned especially by people who said they would never leave me. I’m always the girl one abandons. This the curse the gods cast on me even before I was born.”
You could have witnessed the hint of compassion clouding Prince Aemond’s face if only you had not looked away to hide your pain.
“When I was thirteen, I fell in love with the son of a smith. I thought he loved me back. Turns out he only wanted to fuck me for free. Once he got what he expected from me, he left me. Two years later, it was a gorgeous Tyrell lord who tricked me. He used to be a client, constantly promising me to take me away from the brothel and marry me but he never did and eventually he wedded a noble lady.” You sneered, hating your younger self for the fool she used to be, a reaction that the Targaryen knew all too well. “But the worst happened when my mother died of syphilis… ‘Daemon’ she whispered on her death bed as she held my hand… Until her dying breath, my mother had only love for the man who never cared for us. She never loved the daughter who took care of her, stood by her and loved her unconditionally despite all the horrible things she had put me through. My life before you was just a succession ofdisappointments and heartbreaks, my prince, endless pains that broke me only to make me tougher and break me again. And when your brother brought me here, I made a promise to myself; that I would not let anyone shatter me ever again.” You last words could have sounded like a threat if Aemond hadn’t known what they truly meant. He too had experienced of the pain born from ignorance, the impression that love was something you had to earn and the neglect of a parent. He knew what it was to be treated like dirt or like a ghost, to crave for a place to fit in and for another life. He knew how you felt for your feelings weren’t so different from what he was keeping in his heart.
“Sit down here.” Aemond’s voice brought you back from your miserable past and he placed his hand on the table to repeat his command he thought you had not heard. “Obey your prince.”
You arched an eyebrow, wondering why he wished for you to sit down on the table. He was the kind of man that would rather take you in a bed so this couldn’t be to claim your body. And yet as soon as your arse touched the wood, the prince spread your legs and turned his chair towards you to admire your humid rosy flesh.
Aemond didn’t know much about the act of the flesh. This statement was one of the only truths he would ever admit to himself because he saw his ignorance as the proof of his decency. He didn’t want to be a depraved wastrel like Aegon, believing that every little thing that made him different from his brother was a strength.
The little (and everything) he knew about sex he had learnt by listening to Aegon or thanks to the obscene things he had witnessed in the brothel he had visited when he was thirteen, the brothel where he had found you. But there were things he had never dared try or even think about trying. And yet he was contemplating one of them right now because he had the feeling it would make you feel better. After all, he had experienced the bliss of your mouth around his cock enough times to believe that giving you a similar treatment could make you forget your tourment.
He was pouting, studying your womanhood with a frown for the first time in six years, not caring about you discomfort if you even felt some. He had shoved his cock in that hole many times before. He had even grinded it along you slit and covered your little bush with his seed. But all this had come quite spontaneously, naturally even, because a man’s cock belongs in a woman’s cunt. But a man’s mouth … was it made to eat the delicious-looking fruit between a woman’s thighs?
Aemond’s mouth was watery, eager to taste the pomegranate before him. It looked juicy and tender. Appetising. But despite the hungry call, the young prince could still hear his modesty telling him to reconsider his desire. It was strong enough to stop his mouth, but it wasn’t to stop his hand.
You gasped when you felt Aemond’s fingertips touch and slowly slide down between your warm lips. His stroke was unexpected and more than unusual. And yet you didn’t dare comment on it, allowing the prince to discover your womanhood.
“Is it the thing you touch before you scream and clench around me?” He asked as he brushed the little opening above your entrance.
“No, no it’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
You could hear the curiosity in his voice, making him sound almost adorable. Quietly you led his finger slightly higher, up to your clitoris. “It’s that thing.”
“Hmm” He sounded genuinely intrigued so you explained.
“Men who believe a woman’s pleasure only lies inside of her are fools. You can make a woman feel good without shoving your cock in her cunt. Her neck, her breasts, her lower back, her stomach, her inner thighs, even her ears. Those are the parts that can make a woman scream if touched properly of course… But her ultimate weakness lies there.”
Guided by his inquisitiveness, Aemond allowed his finger to briefly rub your little bud, wondering if he could make you squeak a little. As soon as he saw you squirm on the table and heard a little gasp, a smirk tugged at his lips. He seemed amused, proud even as if your little reaction was a victory.
Meanwhile the same question still burned your lips. Why was he doing that?
You thought about asking but then Aemond’s lips suddenly closed around your clit and you mewled in pleasure and surprise as your hands grasped the edge of the table to keep you still. “Oh my … aaaah”
Aemond’s hungry grunts were muffled, his heart-shaped lips busy pulling and sucking on your little bud, his strong hands on your thighs to keep your legs opened. He did not regret having yielded to temptation for the taste of your tender warm flesh was the best taste of defeat ever. It was like a delicious honey sweet slowly melting between his lips and offering him the most exquisite nectar and it was so addictive the prince could imagine his mouth eating you for hours.
When your clit started hardening between his lips, the prince’s mouth opened wider to let his tongue come out to greet it. The tip touched it first, with curiosity but no caution at all for he was too famished to be gentle. As a consequence, you moaned loudly and clenched your legs around his head. Aemond’s instinctive reaction was to stare up at you and reopen your legs.
“I’m sorry, my prince.” You apologized when you noticed he wasn’t looking away from your reddened face. But he didn’t not want your apologies, too seduced by the sound of your voice his tongue managed to get from you.
Wishing to hear you again and even louder, he lapped at your lips this time, following your slit from your entrance up to your bud. You cursed and brought a hand to your mouth to keep you silent. A mistake. Aemond pulled your little button between his lips, sucking on the tiny piece of flesh hard to make you scream in pleasure.
“Please my prince, it’s too good. I can’t … I can’t…” You begged, your cheeks burning hot.
“Starlight, with that storm raging outside, I am quite certain you can scream as loud as you want. No one in this castle will hear you.” He declared, his lips glistening with his saliva and your juices. “Besides, I want you to tell me how good I am.”
“You’re amazing, my dragon.” You complimented. “But why—”
Aemond buried his face back between your thighs to tease your entrance with his tongue. It was clearly an attempt at shutting you up and it worked very well. “I didn’t say I wanted you to ask questions. I said I wanted you to tell me how good I am. Understood?”
You nodded.
“Sȳz.”(Good.)
“Sȳz riña iksan?” (Am I a good girl?) You asked in his mother tongue, to let him know you understood the word. Aemond’s eye widened in pleasant surprise and he made a mental note to ask you later how you knew High Valyrian. Because right now he had to slap your thigh hard to punish you for your disobedience.
“I said no questions, my insolent flower.”
You contained a cheeky smile and slowly placed your palm on the hand that had smacked you to cautiously lead it back to your fold. It was a bold initiative. Making the prince do something? You had only dreamt of that. You expected him to brush you off and slap your hand away. But he didn’t. Instead, he let you to bring his fingers to your soft and soaked lips with an inquisitive look.
“Since I can’t ask question and can only tell you how good you are, allow me tell you this. You’d be more than amazing if you put a finger in there.”
Aemond hesitated for an instant, wondering if what you were suggesting wasn’t too obscene even if a part of him craved for this lustful touch. But when your eyes called to him with a lewd gleam, he couldn’t continue denying you or himself.
One of his fingertips teased your humid entrance, spreading your wetness along it. It was sticky and warm, making his skin beautifully glisten. Nothing disgusting, merely arousing. So Aemond slid his finger inside of you. Your plaintive long moan made his cock – that he had managed to ignore for so long - throb in his trousers and he discreetly squirmed on his chair. He never thought pleasing a woman could be so delightful.
You undulated your hips to feel his digit go in and out of you but also to show Aemond what he was supposed to do. Fortunately, he was not so clueless and he got the message. He pushed his finger in and out, alternatively glancing at your juices coating his skin and at your flushed lovely face with a smirk.
“Another, please.” You begged in a sensual whisper and he plunged a second finger in your hole. Your walls stretched around them and your back arched to take all his phalanxes.
“Seven hells, you’re incredible.” You moaned, remembering he wanted to be complimented.
“What if I add my tongue?” He asked with mischief and you furrowed your brow. Seriously? “How would I be?”
“Mayhaps, you should find out yourself.” You encouraged and he instantly buried his face back between your thighs to unceremoniously lick your cunt almost like a starving cat drinking a bowl of milk.
Aemond’s excitement made his mouth hand coordination clumsy but it was still enjoyable enough to hit you with by a powerful wave of pleasure. You moaned loudly and instinctively knotted your fingers in his long silver hair to beg for more and offer your sex like a needy whore. Your hunger for his mouth and fingers was met with a new slap on your thigh and you grunted.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, starlight?” He smirked and you whimpered, frustrated by the absence of his tongue along your slit.
“Please, my prince.”
“Such a whining needy flower. Is the pleasure I give you so heady you can no longer understand what I want? Tell me how I am.” He ordered with a harsh voice before he abruptly pushed his fingers deeper inside of you to purposely make you cry out.
“You’re prodigious.”
The compliment satisfied him and after a new proud smirk he went back to tickle your throbbing clit with his amazing tongue.
You begged him not to stop. You begged him for more. Even if you knew you should not beg or ask anything from him. You were supposed to be the giver, the pleaser. But nevertheless, Aemond responded to each one of your pleadings with guttural growls that vibrated against your swollen reddened lips and that ultimately sent you over the edge.
You ended up crying out ‘my prince’ over and over again, loudly, not caring if the storm outside was powerful enough to cover your voice until your body became limp and all that was left of you was a panting breath and a pool between your thighs.
“Drējī sȳz riña iksa.” (You’re truly a good girl) Aemond purred and then he got up from his chair and took your chin between his fingers. You could smell yourself on them but you were too dizzy to make a comment.
“Teach me more.” He demanded with a dark voice and a perversity that you never thought existed.
You wanted to catch your breath first but your prince was impatient, his lilac eye burning with excitement and the bulge in his leather trousers illustrating his eagerness perfectly.
“As you might agree, the act doesn’t start when a man enters a woman.” You began breathless and he listened with an attentive ear. “It starts when their skins touch...” You brushed Aemond’s hot chest, slowly tracing soft lines with your fingers from his pectorals down to his abs. “…when their eyes meet.” You looked back at his young face, deep in his eyes and you carefully unstrapped his eyepatch to reveal his sapphire.
You had seen the fancy blue jewel many times, enough times to no longer notice its presence in the socket, enough time to treat the gem like another eye, enough times to make you believe you were the only one in the Red Keep capable to touch that eyepatch and look at Aemond’s sapphire without making him uncomfortable or angry.
“So much pleasure can be given with one look. Teasing is exiting. Showing your partner that you lust after them is arousing. But don’t just make them feel beautiful. Make them feel like they’re the most beautiful, the most desirable. Say it, show it.”
You pressed your forehead against the prince’s and rubbed your nose against his as you cupped his face in your hands to silently caress his cheeks with a tenderness and an adoration that made him forget his scar and his missing eye.
“My handsome dragon.” You whispered close to lips and you felt him shiver against your palms.
“I hope you’re not lying.” He admitted with a broken murmur.
“I would never lie to you. Ever.” You comforted him, forcing him to look at you in the eye to make your words a promise. “You’re beautiful, Aemond.”
Aemond felt your sincerity pierce his heart and in a moment of joy and gratitude, he unexpectedly caught your lips with his own. He had never kissed a girl before and he would be a liar if he said the thought of kissing you had never crossed his mind, because it had, countless times when he was buried inside of you to the hilt or even when you just smiled at him. Your lips had called his for years and tonight was the perfect night to claim them.
His mouth brushed yours slowly, gently, quietly to discovered its texture, its taste, delicately as if it was sacred. Your lips were soft and full, accepting his caresses and giving them back without condition or without the reluctance a lady might have felt kissing a man as maimed as him.
You were kissing him with adoration and generosity and all he could feel apart from thankfulness was an amazing wellness that gave him the impression he was resting on a cloud.
You were the one to end that kiss with a tiny peck on Aemond’s mouth, an affectionate gesture that made him smile softly. You beamed at his sweet expression and touched his lips as if to capture it on your fingertip.
Neither of you knew what to say and you quickly came to the conclusion that perhaps there was no words to say, only things to do. Your bodies would do the talking.
Your face still close to Aemond’s, you unlaced his leather trousers and pulled them down along his legs with your hands first and then with your feet until they reached his calves. He didn’t glance at your fingers when they blindly wrapped around his hard and erected cock, his purple iris devouring your eyes, but he winced in pleasure and brought his hips closer to your body to unconsciously fuck your hand. You watched him, his lips partially parted breathing hot puffs into your mouth until they decided to claim your mouth in a new kiss.
This one was more passionate than the first one. It wasn’t only lips. It was lips, hands and arms. Hungrier, it was eating you, suffocating you and sucking the air out of your lungs. But that kind of ravenousness was pleasant. It made you feel extremely desirable.
Aemond’s cock was throbbing in your hand, thrusting in your grip, aching, frustrating, craving for a sensation other than the one your palm around it was giving him, something warmer, wetter. You could feel it and you would not torture your prince any longer. He had given you so much tonight, he deserved the hole he desperately wanted.
You guided his shaft at your entrance and pushed the tip in. “A man doesn’t have to take a woman like a hound takes a bitch. There are so many ways two bodies can interlock, so many positions… like this one” And then you wrapped your legs around his waist and lead him inside you.
He slid into your cunt with an easiness that made you both moan and that encouraged Aemond to sheathe his cock to the hilt. His hands on the small of your back, he started taking a fast and frantic pace. You dug your nails in his back to let him hammer you the way he wanted, moaning and whimpering in his ear.
“When you fuck a woman, listen to her.” You declared; your words occasionally interrupted by your cries of pleasure. “Her moans, her breath. Feel her body, study it. Her shivers, her undulations, the way she holds onto you and tense in your hands. Let her tell you what she likes, what she wants but not just with words.”
“What about what I want?” He asked, pounding you as he usually would.
“Speak, guide her. But if it’s that girl is me, trust me. I know what you want… what you can love.”
You let go of Aemond’s back to place his hands on your hips, making him stop his intense thrusting. Eye-to-eye, you began undulating on the table, your movements sensual and gracious as if you were dancing. Aemond watched your curves move and your pussy slide around his cock with awe but what he loved most was your eyes who had not looked away from his face even once since you started fucking him slow.
Aemond was a dominant and a rough lover but he had to admit that your languorous pace was more than pleasant. It allowed him to feel you on every inch of his long cock, a delicious sensation that his frenzy had never given him. But despite his pleasure, he still missed your screams and his cock was throbbing so much in your hole, begging him to just fuck you hard again and finish it.
Even though Prince Aemond wasn’t the easiest man to read, your previous work had taught you to decipher the whims of the most mysterious men. And so, when you noticed his frustration growing and burning dark in his eye, you lied down on the table and placed your ankles on his shoulder.
“Go ahead.” You wanted him to feel amazing, to cum like he had made you cum.
Delight made him smirk and he grabbed your hips to bury his cock deep into you. Your warm wetness was enticing, encouraging Aemond to accentuate his moves after each thrusting until his balls began to slap against your drenched entrance and he became unstoppable. Watching your beautiful breasts bounce, he kept pounding you hard until your toes finally curled on his shoulder and your body arched on the table. “I’m almost there.” You mewled and he chuckled, proud to see you so close to coming undone without being forced to touch your clit. Your growing pleasure was his doing and it was the most satisfying thing to witness.
“Do you have one final lesson for me?” He teased as he continued his hammering, refusing to change the pace to help you talk.
“No.” You cried out and your walls clenched hard around his cock as you screamed his name and various onomatopoeias and curses, not caring about how loud or vulgar you could possibly sound.
Aemond grunted when he felt you tightened but he delayed his orgasm to let you finish your own. However, as soon as you were done, your body exhausted and limp on the table, he pulled his cock out to cover your stomach with his white seed. It splashed without the help of his hand and made him growl intensely like a beast, his knuckles on each side of your face, his body bent over yours.
The prince hissed and winced as the last drops felt on your skin and you lay a kiss on his tightened lips that opened like a flower when they felt your mouth. The kiss was tired and sweet this time, lovely.
“Damn you, woman.” He joked, overwhelmed by the intensity he had just experienced. “What have you done to me?”
(PART 3)
#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen fan fiction#the midnight relief#house of the dragon
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i kind of feel more sad for pac now that i know he wasn't actually being kidnapped by bad?
just now that i know that this whole situation could have been solved by pac going. hey. hello. why does this cake taste like benadryl? ik it wasn't benadryl. metaphorical benadryl and bad would have just. not made him eat it
but he didn't try! he didn't confront him about it! fawn response off the charts :( i can connect this to his backstory in alcatraz if i try hard enough
Okay so. There's something about this I wanna talk about that I forgot to make a whole post so now nonnie ur the catalysis of it <3
After the first scare, when Pac first talked to Bad and Bad pressured him wanting to know if he had talked about it to someone, Pac ran to the Favelas screaming for Mike to wake up, and when it was to no result he ran off to Bagi instead and started talking about what happened and Bad's threatening aura. And then Bagi did a little mistake
She said it could be a good plan
That if Pac was taken, if he had prepared beforehand a backpack or a system that would activate and alert people where he was, he could be safely taken by Bad, find out about the worker, and Bagi would follow the clues to get him back in no time
And ofc Pac's sacrificial lamb instincts kicked it. He immediately nodded along, thinking, already saying to Bagi she'd be the one he'd trust with the clues and he'd leave it for her at her house and he'd be counting on her. I fully believw Bagi had No Clue about what she had just triggered and how serious Pac was. She probably thought he meant it in a kinda near future but not immediately
When Pac came back, and he saw the cake, he ate it without thinking twice. He ain't stupid, he knew Bad could've spiked the cake (which was a half truth. The cake was laced with drugs, yes, but Bad didn't know that. To Pac made no difference tho) to kill him or to anything else. And he ate it and he immediately tasted something wrong, but he kept talking and asking for more and staying. He offered himself again because someone he loved said it might be worth doing and if someone is going to suffer, ofc it will be him
Bagi stepped in and she was surprised at how much Pac lacked self care. He hadn't even planned anything, how could she find him if he just threw himself to the wolves without a second time? And when Bagi scolded Pac for that, you can see Pac waiting a small second to process he did it wrong and then played into the stupid role so Bagi wouldn't be even angrier at him. It was easier to be forgiven if you pretend you dont know instead of saying out loud you had no expectations to leave the situation unscarred
Not only that, Pac is a recovering drug addict. Either he intended on it or not, Pac immediately was after the good and peaceful feeling of the sleepiness, asking for more again. It's still lingering from the Happy Pills, and I honestly don't know if Pac will be able to heal that
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I really love the Lambs Wolves Wear because the more I look at it the imposters become metaphors for different types of masks people wear. "Wilbur" is a very evidently putting on a mask of an idolized self to hide his self loathing, trying to mold himself to appease a negligent/cruel parent. "Tommy" uses an aggressive persona because he grew up in an abusive environment and only knows how to protect himself through violence and threats. And "Technoblade" has rather more literal masking, given the legion of ghosts become more autistic the more I write them.
#the lambs wolves wear#technoblade#tommyinnit#noms wilbur#sbi au#dark sbi#sbi#sleepy bois inc#dsmp#mcyt#something to nom on
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Sheep In Wolves' Clothing
The saying "Wolf in sheep's clothing" originates from christian faith, more specifically from Jesus' Sermon on the Mount in the Gospel of Matthew. It warns against duplicitous individuals. Sheep are generally regarded as kind, gentle, innocent animals (more so in christian faith, with all the lamb imagery related to innocence and Jesus Christ); whereas wolves hunt and eat them. As such, a wolf in sheep's clothing is a metaphor for a person who is harmful and dangerous, but poses as sweet and harmless in front of others.
This prompt takes an opposite approach. Inspired by the image below, sheep in wolves' clothing refers to a person or creature who is, following the sheep comparison, innocent, harmless, or generally good-aligned, but either accidentally or purposefully seems to be someone or something dangerous and terrifying. It's about characters with coarse exeteriors and warm interiors.
How this causes death is up to each individual author. A character may reject the help of someone who they perceive to be a wolf, when in reality that person had their best interest at heart; a character may instead be denied help because of their wolf appearance; and so on. The scary exterior masks a kind interior in some way.
#killacharacter#killacharacterbingo#writing challenge#bingo challenge#writing event#whump#writing bingo#whumpee#bingo card#whump prompt
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Okay... Uh...
I have A LOT of angst art ideas in my mind. I sketched some of them out, but I impulsively made this one, inspired by this genre of artwork where wolves bite something pure/innocent/important or whatever. I felt like this motif works as an amazing metaphor for Laval and Cragger's relationship. Laval's an innocent lamb, if you consider that he was willing to sacrifice himself in hopes of seeing Cragger return to his older self. It's honestly one of the most beautiful imagery of forgiving others and not succumbing to revenge/despair that I've seen in media— however I'll admit that my 'library' of stories is extremely small, so I bet that there are many better versions of this trope out there.
YES I will finish my other wips, but my ADHD always makes me start new projects. Please bear with me...
The art will be shown on a reblog, with proper TW tags ofc.
#legends of chima#lego legends of chima#lego chima#laval#cragger#laval the lion#lego laval#chima laval#lego cragger#chima cragger#cragger the crocodile#media analysis#concept#ramblings
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Coryo and his friends have plans for reader… and it ain’t good…
Especially Clemensia 👀 I feel like she despises her because of what Dr. Gaul did and just blames her daughter for it. And Coryo… who knows what this man wants from her…
It’s like a pack of wolves and Coryo is the head wolf and reader is the lamb, ready to be devoured.
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I love that metaphor, very spot-on haha
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honestly I think we could go somewhere with the dog metaphor
Oh trust me. The animal metaphors have only just begun.
One of my more subtle inspirations for Unperson was actually Homer's Iliad, namely how the characters speak and the violent actions of the characters are spoken of by the narrator: often figuratively with reference to beasts, so as to better illustrate the dehumanizing effects of war on all parties involved.
Here are some examples from a translation by Samuel Butler:
"As two lions snatch a goat from the hounds that have it in their fangs, and bear it through thick brushwood high above the ground in their jaws, thus did the Ajaxes bear aloft the body of Imbrios, and strip it of its armor." (scroll 13, line 76)
"Menelaos saw him thus stride out before the ranks, and was glad as a hungry lion that lights on the carcass of some goat or horned stag, and devours it there and then, though dogs and youths set upon him. Even thus was Menelaos glad when his eyes caught sight of Alexander, for he deemed that now he should be revenged." (scroll 3, line 1)
"Fool, prate not to me about covenants. There can be no covenants between men and lions, wolves and lambs can never be of one mind, but hate each other out and out and through. Therefore there can be no understanding between you and me, nor may there be any covenants between us, till one or other shall fall and glut grim Ares with his life's blood. Be mindful of all your excellence; you have need now to prove yourself indeed a bold warrior and fighter. You have no more chance, and Pallas Athena will forthwith vanquish you by my spear: you shall now pay me in full for the grief you have caused me on account of my comrades whom you have killed in battle." (scroll 22, line 232)
For what this has to do with Unperson, recall that my characterization of Hetch (the director) has him obsessed with showcasing the worst of what human nature has to offer, and of revealing humans for what they truly are: beasts. Despite it not aligning with the political definition of an "unperson", I chose to name this story after a literal interpretation of the word "un"-"person" (closer rather to dehumanization).
That was a very long-winded answer lmao but tldr: I am indeed thinking constantly about animal metaphors
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Group E Round 1
[image ID: the first image is a black and white picture of Akama, a Japanese man with short black hair, a bandana or scarf tied around his neck, a long sleeve shirt or jacket, holding what appears to be a small glass of alcohol. the second image is of No Significant Harassment, a shadowy figure standing behind a sleeping pink-red, fox-like creature. their green hands seem to be holding up the floating creature. end ID]
Akama
Look, I'm a big Dostoevsky fan and when reading "The Idiot" I didn't like Rogozhin one bit. But watching the Japanese adaptation and the new/different version of his character Akama? Suddenly I understood why Nastasya/Taeko was willing to go to him.
Look he's a little crazy and also definitely bisexual. Like very bisexual. I think if him, Taeko, and Kameda got together it would be the world's worst trouple but also incredibly powerful and great.
Who talks to his love rival and suddenly go "swap with me your charm even though mine is very fancy and expensive and yours isnt and it will be sign of our brotherhood and connection and also now you have to meet my mother and wow she likes you and also i'm going to try to kill you but won't be able to do it and even though you know that I want to kill you you'll refuse to think less of me and now i'm going to kill the woman we're both in love with and you and i are going to spend the whole night up together taking turns watching her body and you're going to ask me to go into detail about how i killed her and you also knew i would kill her and wow does the fact that I was able to kill her but not you prove that I loved her more or less than how much i loved you and I know i've just damned myself to prison but please don't leave me until the morning and you're so so good so much that Taeko was scared to ruin you but i don't care if i ruin you too but also you're a lamb and you need to be careful about wolves like me and even though I killed the woman you love you're still lying next to me under all these blankets because there's a blizzard out and we have to keep the room cold to keep her body from decomposing and smelling because she looks so beautiful and you should go look at her too when the sun comes up and wow my life is worse for having met you but i can't curse you in any way because you are so so good."
anyways i'm normal about him
No Significant Harassment
They're just a silly little guy. A jokester. Significant harassment if you will.
Anyway, a more in depth run down: They're a city sized supercomputer built by a Buddhist adjacent society to figure out how to transcend the 'Great Cycle' (semi-metaphorical cycle of death and rebirth) in a safer way than the previous method (submerging oneself in the 'void sea' which is a mysterious golden liquid that dissolves whatever it touches). Despite being built for this express purpose NSH never really shows a pressing interest in ascension, even cracking jokes about those who are still looking for a solution. Whether this is due to indifference, dislike of, or humor to cope with being unable to ascend is not clear and really up to interpretation.
Example:
NSH: I wish them super good luck in that endeavor. How is it going to happen? Have the overseers gnaw through bedrock until their entire can crashes down in the void sea?
BSM: Please be respectful when speaking of the Void Sea. Grey Wind, where did you hear this?
CW: I really shouldn't say. He's going to attempt some sort of breeding program. Thought you might want to know.
NSH: Haha with the slimers, lizards and etceteras? Surely the answer was in a lizard skull all along!
He's very flippant, but does care very intensely for those close to him.
NSH: Moon? It's me again.
NSH: I do not know if you are receiving these. Please signal in any way you can.
NSH: I need to talk to you. I need to know you're okay.
NSH: …
NSH: Its difficult for us to assist you over this distance.
NSH: Even more difficult for us to do anything in the midst of these tantrums.
NSH: Were going to try everything that we can.
NSH: Just hold on a little longer.
(Context for previous convo: They genetically engineered a super organism of a slugcat (the species you play as in Rain World) to help reset his coworker/sibling after her collapse and restart her systems. He was so desperate to fix her that he accidentally messed up the slugcat's (Hunter) genetic code and as a result it became riddle with the Rot (relatively similar to aggressive cancer) :( which parallels his other coworker/siblings condition who also has the rot. )
He canonically uses he/they pronouns too! Nonbinary swag!
NSH has major internet troll vibes. He has sent a data pearl of "something distasteful" to his neighbors on several(?) occasions and causes chaos. If he had access to the wider internet he'd probably be an influencer
So…yeah! Vote NSH this website likes the allure of heavy machinery and stuff like that so… there you go. Kind of a blorbo. End post.
#obscurecharactershowdown#group e round 1#obscure poll#akama denkichi#the idiot 1951#no significant harassment#rain world
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How are Xarrai and Ieriyn around animals? Are they animal lovers, or do they prefer to keep their distance? Are there any exceptions to the rule?
Bonus question: What animal do you think best represents each of them?
xarrai likes cats well enough but not great with dogs - the cult compound they grew up in didn’t have any animals around, and they’ve lived in baldur’s gate since then where dogs aren’t allowed. they have a soft spot for pathetic little animals tbh, they’ve definitely picked up a sad wet kitten and tried to convince the owner of whichever tavern they were playing in that night to keep it. they adore scratch and the owlbear cub and is happy to sleep curled up between them (and considers kicking astarion out of their bedroll in favor of them tbh. astarion is cold and not at all fluffy.) i think they pick up speak with animals during the game for the same reason they learn speak with dead (or at least wear an amulet that lets them use it) - it’s a good way to gather information. i could see them and astarion getting a cat post-game, some sad scraggly white thing xar finds in the street and brings home bc they’re just sooo smitten. they’re not like a huge animal person overall though, like, they’re not someone who stops to watch wildlife on the road or someone who feels like they Need a pet to be happy or anything.
ieriyn’s house always had a couple of cats in it when he was growing up and he’s always been really fond of them! he loves birds and dogs, too. his favorite part of hunting trips was always getting to see the hunting dogs at work - he’s a terrible shot anyway so he never really brought down much game. he’s deffffinitely a cat person but i could see him bringing scratch with him when he and gale go to waterdeep post game (assuming he can convince tara lol otherwise i think he would make halsin take scratch to reithwin and send letters asking for updates often.) ieriyn would feel weird ever living somewhere without a cat honestly. he and gale and tara spend many an evening curled up in front of the fire reading :)
in terms of animals that represent them, that’s hard! xarrai has a few tbh. i use a lot of wolf in sheep’s clothing metaphors with them so i do kinda associate them with wolves but at the same time i also associate them with sacrificial lambs lol. AND with like. big cats/wild cats in general. and also snakes. but none of those are like, super strong associations? idk what would represent them best….
ieriyn is um… something small and unassuming that can and will fuck up your day if you’re not careful… like a sand cat??????
like look at this thing. it’s so small and cute. but it’s also a very deadly predator. i’m sure there’s a better animal comparison i could make for him but now i’m just thinking about how much i love sand cats……. so cute
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Kemrit - Track by Track
Deeply concerned that the amount my Id runs my music is going to be unavoidable if i write in depth about it but let’s talk about my debut EP.
First off we’re gonna define an EP, what makes an EP different to an album? For me there’s generally two things. Length and cohesion. Kemrit is not a cohesive record, so it’s not really a representative of what I’m writing. It’s a collection of moods and vibes, basically. It’s also less than 7 tracks. 7 tracks is iffy but if it’s 8 or more, by my standards we’re veering into album territory. I know that traditionally an EP was made for a 6” or somewhere between rather than a 12” but honestly… it’s 2022.
The artwork is a photo of the inside of my jeans pocket that my phone took by accident, but I thought it would be funny to use it as artwork, I also thought it would be funny to name it Kemrit. “Hello, Kemrit thee forg here!”.
I’m giving away all my secrets.
The idea was basically, I’ve written this stuff and I need to get it out. So it was a very soft release. But I’m still happy with it.
In the Bleak Midwinter.
I wanted to write a song that was about the White Wall of Whale. I love Moby Dick, the idea that Melville tries to push in the book, that not only is Ahab’s revenge ultimately destructive, of himself and his crew, but is also pointless, as all creatures are equal and nature doesn’t care one way or the other because we’re part of it, had a big impact on me. The motive behind this track was, let’s write a song about dying in the snow. It interpolates Carol of The Bells and it’s just good riffage, but very simple.
I tend to want to do more. You don’t have to, it’s kinda better to be more quick, centred and simple with music but I have these stupid fucking standards for my own stuff. This song kills live though so my standards are clearly wrong.
Uisce (Water)
A lot of my inspiration is from nature. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but Ireland is a fucking beautiful place. I’ve grown up not far from the coast, and have always loved the sea. Uisce was inspired by the push and pull of the waves on the shore. I deliberately kept this simple, along with the other more atmospheric track on this EP. I was having an issue about trying to force it, lyrically. Thankfully that’s not as much of a problem, especially when I write heavier stuff. But I wanted to make a mood more than write songs.
The Hound
This is the weakest song on the record, I’ll hold my hands up and admit it. I got too in the weeds, I didn’t do a good enough job with the vocals and the production and I got too enamoured with the lead lines but this is a LEARNING exercise. We’re gonna fuck it, it’s okay to fuck it.
I wanted to write a one note riff like Lamb of God and ended up writing a fucking weird abnormal time sig Tool style riff instead. That should have been my first clue. I like wolves, I like the idea of wolves as both an animal and as a metaphor for dissidence. We used to have wolves in Ireland, we kept them as pets the same as dogs. In part of Cromwell’s efforts to “tame” Ireland he killed them all.
I don’t think I would play this one without some major rewriting.
Oíche Maith (Good Night)
This was the first full piece of original music I’d written in 8 years. I wrote this piece of music looking out the window at nature and the sunset, and decided I was going to just do my own music again.
So here’s the thing, I WAS recording covers. Here’s one of them.
https://on.soundcloud.com/LVLA6S9rZ9cgawsD7
I had been playing covers in 2019 acoustically and I wanted to have some recordings I could point to and say “hey this is how I am, these are the kinds of versions I do” but then the pandemic happened. And it was like, “you can make music, it doesn’t have to be songs, it could be a mood, something as simple as this.”
And so I did.
I’ve never played this out but it’s only because I haven’t got the right setup for it. I love this piece.
Ashes.
I never got to learn Irish in school. Due to circumstance and stuff like that. I grew up in the north, then the nature of my schooling kept me from having lessons (there are plenty of people in the North who learned Irish in school). I have always been bitter about that. You might have noticed that I’ve been working on that somewhat. But this song is about my anger and my impotence about my native language.
My native language is an unfamiliar tongue. As it is for anyone who doesn’t come from a native family or was raised and schooled in Irish. That shit fucks you up so bad.
I could never write verses so I ended up butchering the Our Father as Gailege, and drowning it in effects to represent the distance to the language I felt. That might change in the future, both the way the song is written and my relationship to my language. But this was a big cathartic song for me and it’s the one I’m most proud of on the EP. Even if it’s not where I’d want it to be now.
That’s a track by track on my first EP. It’s been fun looking back at these with a bit of distance, thanks for coming along with me for the ride.
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Godless Wolves: The Wolves of Blood Meridian and Their Relationship with the Violence of Man
In Blood Meridian, a camaraderie of sorts is established between the Glanton gang and the vicious, scavenging wolves, or lobos, of the plains. This may be as a result of a sense of mutually assured destruction between the two groups. However, McCarthy’s reverence towards wolves, arguably, runs much deeper than this. The kid explains that even though the gang had eaten little of any sustenance for many days, “[he] would never shoot a wolf and [he] know[s] other men of the same sentiments” (McCarthy, 2001: p.129). This suggests a kind of unwritten reverence towards the beasts. The wolves seem to uphold this relationship through their restraint from attacking and feeding on the gang themselves, but rather following them on their treks, “wink[ing] out there on the edge of the firelight” when the gang make camp, “and in the morning when the riders rose out in the cool dark they could hear the snarling and the pop of their mouths behind them as they sacked the camp for meatscraps” (McCarthy, 2001: p.41). As Gary Marvin puts forward in his book Wolf, in this location and time period, wolves were shot by everyone who could shoot. There even existed a profession known as ‘Wolfer’. In this, a ranger would hunt down wolves for their pelts and eliminate them due to their threat to crops, livestock, and humans alike. These Wolfers were treated as law enforcement (Marvin, 2012: p:98). This reverence, this mutualistic relationship, shown in Blood Meridian is not one shared throughout history. This forces a reader to question why such a peaceful relationship should exist in an otherwise brutally violent novel. The answer to this question, as I argue, is multifaceted.
It borders on impossible, in a presentation of wolves in media, to avoid conjuring up biblical connotations. In Ezekiel, menacing princes are likened to “wolves tearing their pray, shedding blood, destroying lives” (ESVB, 2001: Ezekiel. 22:27). Wolves are portrayed as being the manifestation of evil, savagery, and the corrupters of innocence; their ravaging of innocent sheep is referenced frequently throughout as a metaphor for this (ESVB, 2001: Acts 20:29). An image of a pack of wolves savaging the pure white lamb is one with which almost every person in Christian dominated nations is familiar. In this, the gang are much more like wolves than men. Both travel in packs, wandering, hunting others down for personal gain, culling their own weakest links, and butchering those in their paths. Their camaraderie must therefore be rooted in a sense of kinship. However, to push this idea further, the biblicality of the wolves and the gang, through their lack of godliness yet continued praying, deepens their bond. They are both God’s forgotten. Rejected. The Fall of Man, interpreted from the first three chapters of the book of Genesis, shows man falling intro depravity through their disobedience and sin. This creates a world tainted with sin which nobody may be free of, not even new-born babies (ESBV, 2001: Genesis). The gang, and the wolves, do anything but repent this original sin, and thus, God abandons them. Even when Hayward prays for rain and his prayer is seemingly answered, the rain is short-lived and lands like bullets (McCarthy, 2001: p.46). The Christian God may exist somewhere in the world, but there is “no God in Mexico” (McCarthy, 2001: p.33) or its borderlands. There is only violence and, as the Judge theorises, where God has abandoned his subjects, War will remain to rule over them in His stead. In this, the wolves of Blood Meridian and the Glanton gang are fundamentally linked through their existence as subjects of War, the God of the borderlands, and they behave accordingly.
English Standard Version Bible. (2001). ESV Online
Marvin, G. (2012). Wolf. Reaktion Books.
McCarthy, C. (2001). Blood Meridian or The Evening Redness in the West. Picador.
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one weakness that was identified in my work was the use of a repeated wolf motif in my print design. i was questioned on why there were four wolves circling the one lamb in the centre when the metaphor i am leaning into is one about unhealthy relationships and trusting your gut. i realized then that the visuals were entirely structural rather than functional or symbolic. that said, the theme i have chosen was appreciated and confirmed.
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may the purehearted martyr of the best team have loads of fun as a spectre
#last life#last life smp#tw scopophobia#tw implied death#skizzleman#man so noble he never killed anybody and permadied in a relatively equal-footed pvp match#although judging from the ending of his last episode its not gonna stay that way lol#the jesus parallel was unintended but im just gonna go along with it lol#the 'sacrificial lamb' thing is a cross between 'sacrificial skizz'#and that thing where shepherds let loose a lamb to protect the rest of the herd from wolves#might be heavily misremembering since its been a while since i read it#but regardless of if i remembered it correctly or not#i think it fits with his first two deaths#oh i just remembered#since hes never been given a life#skizz has literally and metaphorically not taken a single life on the server#which is pretty neat
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