#Tertiary Syphilis

[palephx]

Why is everyone acting like this is new information? They've spent over seven years pretending that's a "natural skin tone."

[bionikgeek]

Slow Poison

The more I read about the Jan 6th Conspiracy Indictments the more I become convinced that Trump has administered the slow poison to himself and killed the cat instead if milking it for the daily antidote. Meanwhile, the Justice Department has sent Data to represent them.

[iwtv-theories]

What did Armand die of ? (analysis/theories)

So in the books , (pre-turning) Armand was dying of poisoning, while Daniel was dying of alcohol poisoning. But now in the show, they are both implied to have been dying of a terminal illness . Parkinson’s for Daniel, and some unknown illness for Armand.

I think the biggest (possible) hint of Armand's past illness - is the fact that his eyes shake from side to side (unlike other vamps). It looks almost identical to “pendular nystagmus” (which is usually caused by a neurological condition). And this symptom can be exacerbated by stress and anger ...

Theory 1) Cancer

This crossed my mind because when Louis mentions being buried by rocks , he says “if you took an x ray it would look like little cancers” (referring to the skin indentations left by the rocks). The camera pans to Armand looking angry as he retorts “he could remove them any time he wanted to.” Then there’s an awkward silence at the table as Daniel looks at Armand.

Daniel also in the 70s compared marriage to “cancer.” And then Armand pretty much says since he’d be so miserable getting married- he should just die then. If he did have cancer - it would probably piss him off when people compare their problems to it .

And karposi sarcoma ,which Daniel wrote essays about is a type of cancer . In s1 there was also the man with cancer who begged Lestat, Claudia, and Louis to turn him.

Cancer could have caused the loss of appetite, and loss of muscles /fat (that Armand already associated with his illness). And if the cancer was neurological it could have caused the pendular nystagmus too.

Also, I know Louis called Armand "metronomic" because his schedule was so regimented. But, metronomic therapy is also a treatment for cancer .

Theory 2) Syphilis

Syphilis was rampant during the Venetian- renaissance. And sadly given the fact Marius p*mped him out , he would have sadly been more susceptible to develop the illness.

“latent syphilis” can also remain dormant for years or even decades (so after someone is infected, they could be asymptomatic for years ). So sadly, Armand could have also gotten it in the brothel even before meeting Marius. 'latent syphilis' if left untreated will eventually lead to ‘tertiary syphilis’ . This is the final stage of the disease . (At this stage the illness is no longer contagious) . Tertiary syphilis can develop into 3 subtypes - one subtype is ‘neuro-syphilis’ which can cause pendular nystagmus (*eye shaking), mood swings, loss of appetite/weight loss , etc . (Armand did mention he lost weight when he was stricken with illness).

Also Armand developing syphilis would have interesting parallels to the aids crisis . Both were stds that many people at the time attributed as a 'divine punishment' for 'immoral sexual behavior'.

“During the Venetian Renaissance, syphilis was a significant public health concern... leading to widespread fear and social stigma.” (Similar to the aid's crisis). Dm was also set during the backdrop of the aids crisis, and Daniel even reported about the aids crisis in the show. Not to mention Daniel reported on karposi sarcoma - a complication of aids - which leads to lesions internally and externally (similar to the lesions that can occur with syphilis).

In the books the poison did cause burns/ swelling marks on Amadeo’s skin -that Marius healed right before his turning . And syphilis can cause skin rashes/ lesions(so Marius could have theoretically just healed that symptom before turning him ).

But if his skin appeared normal while ill (that doesn’t mean he didn’t have the condition) because not everyone with syphilis develops that symptom.

Theory 3) : Multiple Sclerosis (MS)

Probably, the least likely out of the 3. This thought primarily crossed my mind simply because Armand looks like he has episodes of “pendular nystagmus”. Which is most commonly caused by ms . And in the initial pilot , Daniel was supposed to have m.s. (but they later changed it to Parkinson's). So who knows... they could have decided to give it to Armand instead.

Contrary to popular belief (the most common time of diagnosis is between 20-50 years old). Depending on which variation of the condition you have: someone can appear asymptomatic, with episodes of the more classic symptoms occurring periodically .

It can also cause loss of appetite and weight loss .And since it’s an autoimmune disorder … I think if he did have ms he wasn’t technically dying from it - but couldn’t fight off an infection or cold. Since ms (in some not all individuals) can weaken the immune system.

Plus, there were no antibiotics/traditional meds back then for common ailements. People died of common illnesses that a lot of us could have easily survived today. Having a weakened immune system would have only made it more likely to occur.

Any other theories for what illness he had? Besides poisoning, like in the books?

Armand gif source: (x)

[big-edies-sun-hat]

This used to be a practice in wealthy British and American households. Maids were always Mary, footmen always John or Thomas, and so forth. One lord said of it: why should the names change just because the bodies do?

Source: The Greencastle Herald, 30 January 1922 Why do I have to say this more than once...Gillnormand is never a good example to follow!!

[legionnaireslover]

I guess the desperate pleas of Haters for BC to dump his wife and disown their children has fallen on deaf ears AGAIN!

New story with lots of pix of Sophie and BC surfing in Costa Rica in the DM.

The children weren't included in the pix but it's not hard to imagine that they came long with Mum and Dad because schools are on holiday in the UK for 2 weeks.

I've got to say Sophie looks especially good for someone ill with tertiary syphilis! And BC look pretty spiffy for someone who the Haters assured us was comparable to an inmate in a POW camp! Lol!

[all-pacas]

Wait how do we know Chase doesn't like safe sex HAHA I'M NEW TO THE FANDOM

lol it’s not really a huge thing, and i wouldn't even say we "know" he doesn't like it. there’s just lines in both hunting and chase that imply he didn’t use a condom. (the latter case is far more egregious since it was in his own damn house during his slut era.)

hunting:

FOREMAN: It's not 1980. We know how HIV is transmitted! If Kalvin got HIV through unprotected sex, dad has every right to be pissed. CAMERON: So you always use a condom? FOREMAN: Uh, yeah! HOUSE: Brothers on the down-low got to. FOREMAN: Not ready for any Foreman Juniors yet. CAMERON: [To House.] You? HOUSE: Working girls are sticklers. You're not going to poll Chase?

cameron is approaching this conversation from a 'unprotected sex is a mistake anyone can make' perspective, and she's looking for confirmation, but she doesn't poll chase. obviously she knows the answer already, but… her perspective is “it’s a mistake we’ve all made.” they still could have used a condom, but given the position of her argument… idk. it's a doubt i didn't need raised! (for what it's worth, chase sputters that he's not stupid in reply to house's question, and house immediately realizes they slept together.)

chase is much worse, though.

MOIRA: But I hadn't had sex in years. CHASE: Tertiary syphilis means you've had the disease for at least that long. MOIRA: Does that mean you also have it? CHASE: Probably not contagious at this point.

why would she worry about him getting infected at all, huh. why would she. hate this exchange so much.

[inseparabiles]

My (least) favourite part about writing fic for this ridiculous fandom is trying to play Google PhD for Caracalla's fantasy-convenience syphilis.

You don't get to just have symptoms from every godforsaken stage of the disease at once willy-nilly like you're collecting them in jars for display. Pick one or AT MOST two stages at once and sit with it. Christ.

Let's see what we've got here. Welcome to my unlicensed clinic for fictional people and friends only, but do take this neutral disclaimer that I dropped out of school at 12 so I'm totally a professional and this analysis is medically sound as all hell.

Ready? I'm not.

Primary stage: 2-12 weeks after infection - congratulations, nothing here. I have not checked his privates but the only symptom of the initial stage is the chancre, which lasts for up to six weeks before healing on its own and nothing else exists in this stage so. Clear based on presence of other symptoms.

Secondary: 1-6 months after primary stage. - rash, check - fever, can't measure without touch or thermo but a safe check anyway - sores, yes but in a weird location (how are you getting these on your cheeks exterior, tell me). - muscle aches, check. Have you seen how this boy walks? How he holds his hands? - weight loss, don't know. He's petite, doesn't really look malnourished. - headaches, hard probably. - hair loss, none. Fluffy as fuck. - swollen lymph nodes, again I have no touch contact. Probably though. - sore throat, no complaints and has no issue shouting.

Latent: that stage after secondary, where you kind of just don't have symptoms most of the time, but the virus is getting everywhere. Spine, brain, heart, nerves, organs, everything. Flares are possible but mild. Lasts up to 20 fucking years - our boy is like... 25 at most. Hopeful? Not so fast. Based on all evidence and speculation, I wouldn't give Caracalla's immune system much credit as to its ability to hold the infection at bay and the "up to" numbers are best case scenarios. The lowest range for how long the latent stage can last is three years, but quicker progression is usually seen in AIDS patients, and AIDS didn't exist in 200 AD, so we're ignoring that. Despite this, given the era and its customs and culture, it's perfectly possible that Caracalla's caught his infection in his early to mid-teens, which...

... no symptoms to check against, so, moving on,

Tertiary: Most people with untreated syphilis never hit the tertiary stage, because the infection takes so long to get to this point. Up to 30 years. Yet somehow, Caracalla manages to have tertiary stage neurological symptoms from advanced neurosyphilis while not having the physical symptoms or, sans despair-inducing circumstances, the age to show for it. And while having the definitive second/latent stage symptom of skin rashes, which you do not have in the tertiary stage at all. And you don't get to speedrun this stage either: you can live with this thing for twenty years without dying of it. You don't just hit tertiary one day and die next week. Again, how are you managing all of these cherry-picked symptoms and HOW are you fast-tracking them and yourself to hell SO fast. This is going to be such a long list but here we go: General: - brain damage / dementia / cognitive problems, absolutely. - heart disease, nope. - movement disorders and muscle problems, aside from the forementioned pain, no (clear) evidence. - nerve damage, no evidence. - seizures, none. - vision problems / blindness, none. Neurosyphilis: (can and will develop at any stage, however, symptom progression seems tied to general progression, you don't get to have tertiary stage symptoms with secondary stage disease, etc. Except if you're Caracalla and the gods hate you I guess.) Meningeal: - headache, hard probably - nausea and vomiting, no evidence - neck stiffness, I mean sure but he also sits like a sack of potatoes, differential diagnosis of your fucking posture sucks so much - light sensitivity, honestly Geta suffers more of this than Caracalla does (I think this is Joe's fault and I relate) - vision or hearing issues, still nope - cranial nerve dysfunction, no evidence

Menigovascular: - vertigo, no evidence - stroke, thank gods no - muscle weakness or atrophy, still petite but looks fine, twin comparison checks out

General paresis, early: - mood disturbances / irritability, very much - personality changes, yes (based on Geta's statement) - changes in sleeping habits, unknown - forgetfulness, dear god and how.

General paresis, late: - mood swings, and how - memory loss, yes. - impaired judgement, sorry is laughing at this inappropriate - confusion, yes - delusions, yes - seizures, still no.

GP / psychiatric: - depression, no - delirium, hard maybe - mania, no evidence - psychosis, well on the way there

Tabes dorsalis: - ataxia (issues with coordination), reasonable or strong evidence sans differential (drugs. he's on so many drugs) - nerve pain, probably - bladder control issues, most likely not - outside of differential (script case -> fear) - abnormal sensations, we just won't know - vision changes, still no evidence - pupil abnormalities, none - loss of coordination/reflexes, some sans differential (DRUGS) - neuropathic arthropathy (bone/joint fragmentation), none - problems walking, some

So with all of that out of the way, this boy's manifesting: - none of the initial stage as far as we can tell, so he's had syphilis for longer than six weeks. Great, this really narrows it down, lads. - nearly all of the secondary stage symptoms, including rash, which is not present in other stages, indicating that he's either secondary or latent stage per presentation (1-20 years after infection). - one definitive symptom of tertiary stage syphilis, being his absurd amount of neurological / neuropsychiatric symptoms. Even then it's almost impossible for him to be at this stage under any circumstances, but here we are. TERTIARY STAGE DOES NOT HAVE RASHES OR OUTWARD SYMPTOMS. TERTIARY STAGE IS INTERNAL ONLY. (screams into a megaphone in the general direction of Hollywood) - three symptoms of early general paresis - every single symptom sans seizures from late general paresis (again you can't have this with your other symptoms by ANY standard that I have been able to dig up. Like based on medical law this is literally illegal go straight to fantasy disease jail.) - let's say one whole symptom of neuropsychiatric made out of two halves, with psychiatric disorders manifesting in late stage disease - 2½ symptoms of tabes dorsalis which is whatever, as none of this is technically outside the legal zone of what he's allowed to be experiencing.

WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF DISEASE PROGRESSION BLIND BAG ARE YOU DRAWING FROM. No wonder everyone's so worried about you. You're either going to die an absolutely excruciating and horrifying death in a week or in 50 years and nobody can tell which is it going to be.

The only thing we can say for somewhat certain is that regardless of where his disease progression is headed, his mental state is not going to go back to fine ever again thanks to the plentiful evidence of physical and permanent brain damage from his infection, even if he was pre-latent and experienced a decent degree of improvement in the asymptomatic period - but honestly, as a person of questionable mental and physical state myself, I relate to and accept this. Disability is not a death sentence.

The rest of this though? What the hell. What are we supposed to do with this. Who do I sue.

[doctortwhohiddles]

10 YEARS ON

Ten years ago, Benedict and Sophie announced their engagement. Were people surprised? Yes. But the vast majority of the fandom were happy for them. Sadly, a small handful of bitter, entitled so-called fans didn't take the news well. They were enraged that he didn't stay single. That he didn't propose to one of them. So what did they do? They started a hate campaign aimed at Sophie.

At first, it was the usual insults. She's a whore, she's ugly, she's a gold digger, etc. The kind of insults thrown at women since the dawn of time. Then the "PR" crowd chimed in. Showing the world they have no idea what PR is.

But as soon as it became clear that Benedict and Sophie's relationship was the real deal, the gloves came off. That's when the flase and disgusting accusations started. Saying that Benedict had abused his younger school mates and that Sophie was black mailing him. But they couldn't keep accusing the object of their obsession, so they started accusing Sophie of child abuse. Of human trafficking. Of fraud. Of domestic violence, etc.

When that wasn't enough for the septics, they turned against his friends and family. They had to accuse his parents of abuse and neglect. Especially his mother. Then, as time went on, Patty needed to findan excuse to explain why her predictions never came true. Especially after her disatrous interview. So what did she do? With the help of Aeltri, she decided to diagnose Ben with DID. That way, she could use the excuse to explain why she was so very wrong again. If that wasn't enough, she decided to say Sophie was dying of tertiary syphilis. Of course, that diagnosis keeps changing as it is very clear she's not dying.

It's been 10 years. Ten years of lies, of hate, of harassement, of bullying, of slander. And for what? Benedict and Sophie are still married. They're still thriving. Still parents to their 3 boys. In short, the septics have wasted a decade of their lives denying reality with nothing to show for it.

Patty's cult is growing smaller with every passing year. Aeltri's mental health is getting worse. Mstoxictea became a full on QAnon member thanks to Aeltri. In short, the septics lives have not improved in the least. In fact, they are more miserable than they were 10 years ago. I take solace in knowing that there's only a small handful of them left. But they are still there after 10 years. Looking even more stupid than they did at the start.

So if any tinhater is reading this, no matter what the fandom, ask yourself this: do you really want to end the same way? Is it really worth it? It's not to late to come to your senses. Don't become the next poster child for fandom tinhats.

[confused-disaster32]

hi I'm here regarding your tags: Cara's terminal illness? He's not having a good time with it but the presence of his rash means he's in secondary stage, which comes prior to latent, asymptomatic phase. The vast majority of people who suffer from syphilis don't actually live long enough for any other reason to EVER hit the tertiary stage which causes death. I think it's safe to say Caracalla's immune system is weak as all hell and he probably won't be that lucky, but he has the best part of his infection ahead - the part where it stops existing, sometimes for decades, before coming back with a vengeance. In theory, if he made it through the fevers and the rest of all that is going wrong with him in the time we get to know him, eventually, it would ease up. For years.

Also, without Macrinus - Geta was actually coming to learn to play the crowds. He listened to Lucilla when Lucilla chose mercy for Lucius against their rhino rider. He hesitates to make the call to the archers - despite all of his rage and hurt - when Lucius refuses to execute Acacius on command. Without Macrinus egging him on, he was hearing the crowd. Despite everything.

This is such a cope but it's also all true. They had hope. They're so goddamn young, but they were going through their hard lessons, and at least one of them was learning. The other one needed bed rest and antibiotics.

Oh - the terminal part I tagged that mostly cause I saw someone else who tagged it the same way and saw that syphilis could possibly get to a worst stage which I knew you could treat with antibiotics nowadays but wasn't entirely sure what happened back then when that wasn't really a thing.. (though I'll admit that I should've done a bit more of a search before that because I don't have a very in depth knowledge of how syphilis works and didn't know how long syphilis takes to get to the terminal point) - and honestly I'm still kinda learning a lot about their characters, which is why I honestly adore your posts though I do still always feel quite awkward/bad whenever I mischaracterise them cause they're genuinely such wonderful characters and I think sometimes I'm a bit too caught up with what they were in the films (manipulated and therefore not rlly having a great time...) and I don't give enough time to think about what they could've been had things gone different ways such as if Geta had had a chance to continue to grow as a person/emperor without Macrinus messing around in the background (though I was mostly basing that tag off of the fact that on the night of Geta's death people were really starting to riot and I didn't think enough about the fact that those rioters don't even get in that night cause like the next day Caracalla has a chance to announce the new consuls and eventually continue with the games and stuff - so my brain decided to just hand me a scenario that wasn't even all that canon compliant in the first place).

Idk if I'm actually getting my thoughts down as much as I'd like bc it's a little late for me rn but

Thank u for this tho bc I much prefer when someone tells me when I'm off then they just let me be cause I hate it when I accidentally mischaracterise a character esp if I'm fond of them 😭

[cachexiacomplication]

[nikethestatue]

The Agreement

Chapter 10

The fuckfest continues. Explicit everything. You've been warned.

Azriel, Lord Night, Duke of Velaris

There were a few memorable moments in Azriel’s life. Some good, many very bad. 

His father locking him in the cupboard for hours at a time, and then overnight, and sometimes the entire weekend–to ‘man him up’--was bad. His father being brutal and rude to Azriel’s mother–Azriel remembered many of those instances as well. Azriel walking in on his bride Morrigan and his brother Cassian post their bout of fucking, her thighs still smeared with virgin blood–hard to forget that one. Wars and battles, where he watched good men die, young men die, even the perceived ‘enemies’ being blown to smithereens, body parts being tossed up in the air, blood and guts raining upon them all like some grotesque rainfall. Yes, he remembered most of it, even when he tried very hard to forget.

Better moments that he recalled included watching his father grow obese and disgusting in his middle age, suffering from flare ups of gout, being so cumbersome and ungainly that he could barely function, until the man died a horrible death from tertiary stage of syphilis. Served him right. How Azriel smiled that day. How he and his mother rejoiced. His beautiful mother had long been exiled to Rosehall by her husband, which, in hindsight, was a blessing in disguise. The wretch hadn’t managed to give her the illness that eventually made him lose his mind, his face and his life. 

The happiest moments of Azriel’s life included him being free…out in the wilderness, fending for himself, hunting and fishing, building fires and watching the endless night sky. It was finding a small, nondescript distillery in Ireland, which produced that finest whiskey that he’d ever tasted. It included attending the World Fairs and learning about all the advances in science and industry, and taking advantage of things that he saw there before anyone else dared to. He had even driven a vehicle–an automobile, as they were beginning to call it–which was an open carriage powered by gasoline, and which had intrigued him greatly. He had a feeling that these automobiles would soon replace horses. His peers at the House chuckled at him for his enthusiasm, but Azriel only smiled back politely, and began secretly investing in Carl Benz’s newly patented machines. 

However, nothing could compare to the thrill, the utter fascination and joy that he’d experienced just this very evening. When his beautiful Elain spread her silken thighs for him and allowed him to explore her tight little hole. Allowed him to open her up, stretch her and bravely suffered the scrutiny, as he looked. Looked inside of her. His sweet girl watched him with her big brown doe eyes, while he looked into her, inside her body, until he saw her delectable little barrier, which made her opening look especially tiny. What man got to see his woman’s own virginity inside of her, right before he battered right through it? Not many, he’d bet. But he was lucky. He was lucky with his lovely flower girl. 

Now she lay in his arms. Languid and a bit relaxed, basking in the afterglow of her climaxes, while he kept his cock inside of her raw, freshly opened pussy. She was still so tight, squeezing around his shaft, that it took a lot from him not to start moving in her again. He didn’t want to be brutal with her, because he knew that he’d ripped her pretty savagely, but she was so wonderfully responsive to him, so needy, so grateful, and looking at her lovely, flushed face, so pleased, that he didn’t feel too bad. He’d given her both pain and a lot of pleasure as well, which is what he promised, and what she was expecting…actually, pleasure wasn’t something she even considered. 

He kept her legs widely spread, with her knee thrown over his thigh, so he could watch his cock between the puffy folds, her pink bud swollen from how aroused she was and from the dick slaps that her slit took earlier. He couldn’t believe that he did that to her, but in the heat of the moment, he wasn’t exactly thinking rationally. And she liked it–he could see it in her face, her awed and rapturous expression. She liked it.

Elain threw her head back and looked at him, her eyes full of adoration and happiness. He cupped her jaw and whispered ‘open’, as his thumb brushed over her lips. She obeyed immediately–his gorgeous, submissive girl–and he dipped his tongue into her mouth. 

“Pretty girl, let me ride you again,” he murmured into her mouth. “I know you are sore,” he cooed, though he thrust deep and slow into her, filling her completely, and she winced and gasped, while he pulled back, only to push in her again. He loved going slow with her, filling and filling and filling her, and watching her struggle to take him. 

“It hurts,” she whispered with a cute pout. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he took her hand and placed it between their legs, until her fingers touched his dick. “Feel me as I fill you,”

She licked her lips and felt around her stretched hole, which was filled to the hilt with his shaft. He pumped hard and deep, watching her expression, as her little fingers explored the act of penetration, her face confused and fascinated. He picked up the pace, fucking her harder, her pink tits bouncing with every heavy ram of his member. He kissed her pouty, soft lips, while watching with rabid delight the movement of his own cock, as it disappeared within the tight confines of her body.

“A–zzz,” she moaned into his neck, her head resting on his shoulder, “it feels…amazing. More, please.”

Such a polite girl.

He gently pushed her head down, and whispered, “watch us. Watch me make your pink pussy mine,”

She glanced down and blushed wildly at the sight, muttering, “that’s so naughty…”

Azriel chuckled, pumping her harder, while he placed his thumb on her bud, rubbing it firmly and making her squeal and cry out loudly. 

“Take it all, sweetheart,” he encouraged her, while she struggled in his arms, trying to make herself comfortable and watch, as he held the back of her head, not allowing her to look away.

“Auuuu,” she whined, crying out softly, “it’s too deep,”

“It’s just deep enough,” he argued with a laugh. 

“It’s too much,” she complained half-heartedly, though her breathing was increasing in speed, especially as he worked his thumb harder and harder. The pleas of ‘too much’ quickly turned to ‘more, more’ as she shuddered, her eyes no longer focused on anything, her head falling back on his chest, as she climaxed hard against him. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praised her, kissing her ear, her cheek, her hair, “get ready to take my seed. Open yourself wide for me, gorgeous.”

Elain bit his lower lip painfully, whimpering and crying, as he released inside of her with an euphoric wave of pure pleasure. Wrapping her tightly in his arms, he pressed her to him, as she giggled and sucked on his neck softly.

“Az,” she whispered after their panting had subsided and he released his iron hold on her just a fraction.

“Yes, sweetness? Are you alright?”

She nodded and stroked his cheek.

“Your smile is beautiful,” she said quietly, looking up at him. “You don’t smile enough. But right now, it’s beautiful.”

“I suppose being inside my girl makes me smile,” he proposed. 

“Are you going to do it again?” she inquired giddily and he burst out laughing.

“Someone’s liking all this sinful debauchery after all,’ he tweaked her nipple in his fingers. “Look at you–naked, not a chemise in sight, begging for more, after being properly satisfied,” he kissed her and she just about melted against his chest. Then, seriously, he pressed, “how are you feeling, sweetheart?”

She thought momentarily and answered, “sore. Tender.”

Azriel sat up on the bed, his cock still lodged inside of her, but as he pulled her along with him, he muttered, “let’s see what is happening here,”

Gingerly, he gripped his shaft and then withdrew it slowly from her, so as not to cause her any more pain. Elain grimaced nevertheless, and they watched a flood of semen and blood pour out of her gaping hole.

Azriel grinned with satisfaction, his face prideful.

Elain’s face was horrified.

“Oh, my god, sir, I am sorry,” she cried out, trying to wipe the blood off with her fingers and failing miserably, only to smear it into the bedding. They hadn’t even made it under the sheets, so the mess spilled out on the cover. “I am so sorry,”

Azriel interrupted her, “don’t be ridiculous.”

His eyes followed the trail of blood and he drew his fingers over Elain’s swollen nether lips. 

“My pretty virgin. I love seeing this. There is nothing to be sorry or ashamed about.”

“But I messed up the…”

“And we’ll launder it.”

He stroked her cheeks tenderly, kissing away the panic in her eyes. 

“You are beautiful,” he told her. “Everything about you is a delight.”

She caught his hand in hers and kissed his fingers. Azriel pressed his lips to the top of her head and then got up. 

It’s been a while since he’s had such vigorous sex. Since he’s been unleashed. 

Come to think of it, it’s never been like this. And it felt indescribable. Like he could fly!

“Stay,” he told her. “I’ll get a wet cloth to clean you up.”

“You don’t have to!” she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. 

“Oh, but I do,” he winked at her and headed to the bathing room.

The last time he was intimate with anyone, it was with Morrigan. 

Sex with her was satisfactory. She was reasonably passionate, and actually climaxed without embarrassment, which he appreciated. But she was also an aristocrat, high born and prudish, and their options were…limited. They engaged in regular, but unimaginative acts, which were good enough. Nothing spectacular. Nothing that he remembered. Thinking back, as he stood naked at the sink, giving his cock and hands a wash, while wetting a cloth for Elain’s newly breached pussy, he couldn’t recall even one sexual encounter with his wife. They all blended in together. Nice, but not memorable. Lights off. Some strained, fumbling oral, mostly from him, as she wouldn’t deign to take him in her mouth. Her on her back. Him behind. That’s about it for the repertoire. Sex with Morrigan was like vanilla pudding–ubiquitous, reasonably good, nothing to write home about. Nothing like spreading Elain’s tender hole with his fingers and peering inside of her. Nothing like feeling the rip of her barrier and the shudder of her body. Those were moments that he’d never forget as long as he lived. And the night was young. The relationship was young. Their agreement only just began.

Now, one niggling worry definitely scratched the inside of his head.

It wasn’t even fair to think that, and he’d never, ever tell Elain anything about it, but he suddenly worried that he’d get her pregnant too quickly. He already came inside of her twice. What if he already reached his goal? What if, unbeknownst to them, she was already seeded?

And that wouldn’t do.

Naturally, he wanted a babe, but maybe…not too soon.

When he emerged from the bathing room, only now realising that he hadn’t closed the door, and that Elain probably watched him the entire time, he saw her sitting on the bed, a little pale trickle of blood and seed still seeping out of her. He walked over her, his bare cock already at half mast, because the sight of his girl made him instantly hard. He’d never felt so alive. She was exciting, new, sensual, beyond gorgeous. She also gave him plenty of leeway with her stunning body and he couldn’t wait to explore more and more with her. He didn't think he’d ever get enough of her. Ever grow tired of being inside of her. 

He sat on the edge of the bed and then pulled on the servants’ bell and Elain jerked, watching him, her eyes wide and horrified. 

“What are you doing?” she gasped in terror.

“Are you thirsty?” he asked, ignoring her question, and then gently wiped between her legs.

She shuddered and he could see that she was definitely pained. He went slowly and carefully, not too worried about keeping his semen inside of her. Before, he thought that he’d make her keep all of it inside, but now…that baby would come when it came.

“I am, but,”

There was a knock on the door, but no one opened it, though they heard Nuala’s voice.

“My lord, can I be of service?”

“We’d like a pitcher of water, perhaps a bottle of champagne. A jar of oil. We will not be needing you for the rest of the night.”

“Of course, my lord.”

Elain was beet-red next to him, and he smiled and leaned to kiss her.

“Go relieve yourself,” he ordered her, but when she attempted to stand up, she teetered on her long legs like a clumsy newborn fawn. Azriel couldn't help himself and laughed at her pathetic efforts, before swinging her in his arms and carrying her to the bathing room. He placed her straight down on the toilet and before she could protest, added, “I’ve already seen everything.”

He left her behind with some reluctance, but did not close the door behind him. He wanted to watch her, would’ve wiped her himself, but he decided not to add to her general mortification. Yet. She was his. And he planned to do whatever he wanted with her, and to her. 

By the time Elain emerged from the bathing room, she stood firmer on her feet, but her steps were still wobbly and tentative. Azriel poured them both champagne, as well as water, and then sat down on the bed and patted his knee.

“Come here, sunshine. I want you next to me at once.”

Elain walked over shyly, though when she made a silly move to cover herself with her hand, he clicked his tongue at her sternly, and shook his head. 

“I am sorry, sir,” she whispered, and then perched herself awkwardly on his thigh.

“Miss Archeron,” he asked coolly, “have you forgotten something?”

She blinked at him and asked, “what?”

“Our arrangement is now in full effect,” he reminded her, as he splayed his hand over her thigh and pulled her closer, so his cock poked at her side. He cupped her boldly in his hand and let his thumb brush over her nub, saying, “Which means you are mine for the foreseeable future. Your womb is mine, your mouth,” he pressed his lips softly to hers, “all your holes…”

“But,” she began.

He pressed between her butt cheeks with his fingers and cut her off, “No. All your holes. You keep yourself open for me at my request. Now, you are free to request the same of me–if I am around, I will be available to you,”

Elain chewed the inside of her cheek and murmured, “I can ask you?”

“Of course. If you wish to take my cock, tell me and it will be yours. Furthermore, should you require any other services from me, I shall be glad to deliver.”

“What sort of services?”

He smiled and handed her a coupe of champagne.

“To your first time, sweetheart,” he raised the glass to her.

“Thank you, sir,” she smiled. “It was…is sublime the right word?”

“Use whichever words describe it. I would use unforgettable. Glorious.”

“Truly, sir? You enjoyed yourself?”

“Have I ever, sweetness! You are beguiling. I cannot express how much I loved it.”

Elain gulped all her champagne and then Azriel insisted that she drink water, which she did as well.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and told him,

“I must admit, sir, I did not know what to expect.”

“I am aware,” he teased.

She wrapped her arm around his shoulders, draping it over his neck and admitted,

“No, truly. I had no inkling what it would be like…Beyond the simple biology, I just…” she sighed. “I am sorry I doubted you,”

“I am glad that I was able to pleasantly surprise you!” he was amused. 

“When you told me about ‘pleasure’ I didn’t know what it meant,” she continued, her voice excited. “And now–it’s the greatest pleasure I’ve ever experienced!”

“It should be,” he nodded. “I am glad that I was able to deliver it to you.”

He looked at her soft, happy face and whispered, as he nipped on her jaw and her chin with his teeth, “would you like to experience more?”

She nodded instantly, lighting up, though he felt her body tense in his arms. Kissing her neck, he calmed her, “don’t worry. We’ll let your little pussy rest from now on. I’d like to do some other things now because my interests are varied and singular,” he lifted her off his lap and laid her down on the bed. She was panting softly, perspiration misting her skin, her cheeks blazing pink. Azriel observed her from his towering position and smiled at her, before directing, “knees up, sweetheart, and spread yourself nice and wide for me.”

Elain sighed nervously, but did as she was told, without any reluctance, which made Azriel quite happy.

She settled into the position, hooking her hands under her knees, and Azriel murmured lovingly, “don’t worry, Ellie. I’ll take care of you,”

“I know, my,”

“No,” he cut her off severely, and suddenly, slapped her stretched slit, thwacking his palm over her slickness, and making her cry out. Not from pain. Her face just about lit up like a Chirstimas tree when his fingers made contact with her swollen little nub of pleasure.

“No ‘sirs’ or ‘my lords’,” he warned her, slapping her again, and making her moan so loudly, he figured they’d heard her outside. Poor Devlon was probably having an episode back in his rooms. It made Azriel chuckle to himself.

“Only Az or Azriel. Or ‘more’ or ‘god’,” he told her. “When we are here together, I am Azirel, your damn god, Elain.”

She nodded wordlessly but he insisted, “say it.”

“Yes. Yes, Azriel,” she licked her lips, watching him.

“My sweet girl,” he dropped on his knees in front of her, and gently opened her up with his fingers, pulling on her pink, wet lips. She sucked in her breath, watching him in utter confusion, before he pressed his lips to her pink bud and made her buckle so hard, she whacked him with her foot, and he almost toppled backwards. He couldn’t help himself and began to laugh loudly and gregariously against her wet, gorgeous flesh. 

“Don’t kill me, sweetheart. At least use my cock a few more times to get yourself some climaxes.”

“My lord…lord…god,” she bleated hysterically. “What are you doing?!? Oh god, what are you…you can’t! You are licking it!”

He ignored her and put his face back into her opening, nosing into it, before he licked her from top to bottom, taking his time to flick his tongue over her clit, before sliding into her little hole and licking around there. 

She was on the verge of a full blown breakdown, and that was before he slid even lower and licked on her other hole. 

At that, her fingers grabbed the blood-stained bed cover and she wrenched it violently, while her toes curled and her thighs trembled. 

Azriel loved it. He loved her unbridled, wild, natural reactions. They were genuine, and therefore, more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen before.

She was quivering and shaking, as his tongue worked over both of her holes, licking on each one with intentional determination. 

“Breathe, sweetness,” he told her, kissing both of her wiggling feet, before returning to the puckering hole between her soft cheeks. 

“You can’t, you can’t,” she kept muttering mindlessly, but he could. He did what he had never attempted to do to anyone else, and he was mindless with his own joy. His cock could probably batter a castle wall right now–who needed a Trojan Horse–but he could only imagine how good it would feel once he filled her. 

Everything about Elain was new, delicious and untouched. The idea of him being the first in everything was intoxicating. He moved back to her clit and wrapped his mouth around it, before he bit it lightly. She tensed against him, her pink flesh quivering everywhere, while he tightened his teeth and held her bud in his mouth. 

“I will bite it if you are going to be bad,” he warned her. He wouldn’t. Not hard. But she didn’t know that.

“I…I will be good,” she promised. 

“Yes?”

“Yes, yes, I promise,”

“Alright then,” he fastened his lips over her clit again, and then stuck his finger inside for a moment to gather some of her wetness, before pushing it slowly, but firmly into her tight asshole. He sucked her for a good few moments, while she whimpered and cried above him. 

“Does it hurt?” he asked, gently, but firmly manoeuvring his finger inside of her. Slowly sliding it in and out, and allowing her to acclimate to the sensation, he kissed her clit, her sopping slit, her opening with slow, mellow kisses, tonguing all of them as he explored her.

“Nooo,” she sobbed, “it’s too good…it’s…amazing,”

Yes, he was going to make his sweet girl lose her mind tonight, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. His finger wiggling inside her, stretching her narrow hole, he licked around it, before ordering her to sit up. With his finger buried in her bottom, she leaned back on her hands stiffly, her breathing erratic, her hair a wild mess around her, her eyes wet with tears of pleasure. 

“How does it feel?” he asked, pumping her slowly back and forth.

She shook her head, distraught, whispering ‘I don’t know…I don’t know anything…”

“You want me to stop?”

“NOOO,” she screamed. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop!”

Her ass clenched around his finger and he withdrew, before licking at her opening again, and then…he spit on his fingers.

Elain gasped.

He imagined that she would’ve never assumed that he’d even knew how to spit, which was hilarious.

“You are going to take two now,” he explained calmly, and then thrust two fingers inside her soft bum. Elain groaned, her brow furrowing from the pressure of his fingers, as he spread her, opening her up slowly, but with determination. 

“Az,” she sobbed, “kiss me. Kiss me now,”

Azriel moved quickly to give her what she needed, wrapping her in his arm and pumping her, as she pressed herself to him and reached for his mouth in desperation. He let her kiss him, which she did impatiently, pulling his tongue in her mouth and kissing him deeply, lovingly. 

Somehow, incredibly, he and Elain simply…worked out well together. They found an innate, natural symbiotic connection the likes of which was impossible to explain. From the moment that he saw her photograph, Azriel just…knew. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew it. Elain belonged with him. To him. And it made it so much harder when she kissed him so breathlessly to know that this wouldn’t be forever. One day, sooner rather than later, she’d be nothing but a memory, a falling, shining star that streaked across the darkness of his life. And for that, Azriel was grateful. Better to have loved and lose her in the end, than never to have loved at all. Yet, it made his heart ache with longing and preemptive sadness.

Elain shifted and moaned next to him, her lips tender and hungry on his own.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he urged her, pushing his fingers in her and opening them up, while she grunted, but also eased down on them.

“That’s good,” he approved. “Just like that. You are taking it so well.”

Her sharp little teeth bit his neck, as she sucked on it, marking him the same way he liked marking her. He breathed in with pleasure, eyes closer, enjoying her lips, the feel of her little bum as it opened up reluctantly around his fingers. He plunged his fingers rougher and faster, emptying her almost completely, only to slide back in up to his knuckles. In and out. 

She choked and moaned into his shoulder, biting him, raking her nails down his arm, his back, wiggling and panting, barely able to control herself.

“You are so tight, pretty girl,” he told her, tipping her face to kiss her again. “Now we are going to stretch you for a while, and then I think,”

“What?” she moaned, looking at him with her lovely chocolate eyes.

“You might just be begging for my cock inside of you.”

He kissed her again, repositioning her so she was more comfortable, though he didn’t stop moving his fingers in her bottom.

“You are my beautiful, perfect girl,” he complimented her, his own expression mellow and softened, as he enjoyed the sight of her. He’d never seen anything more tempting, more obscenely wanton, more willing. Elain knew nothing and therefore, had no inhibitions, which was magical in itself. 

“Ellie, I want you to open your mouth, my sweet,” he whispered into her sweaty neck. “Did you like sucking my fingers before?”

“Yes, Az…I love everything.”

“That’s good, beautiful, because you are going to suck them some more, alright?”

She opened her mouth and he easily slid two fingers between her lips. She licked his digits, swirling her tongue around them, before he pushed deeper and she sputtered and choked loudly. Her eyes were frightened, but he kissed her forehead gently and said, ‘it’s alright. Suck as much as you can, and swallow.”

She nodded and he began working both of his hands in two of her holes, matching the rhythm, pushing his fingers deep. She yelped and retched and swallowed and her bum hole clutched and tensed. 

“That’s it, Ellie,” he whispered, thrusting deeper into her throat, “that’s it.”

She was a mess, but he was enjoying every second of it, watching her heave and drool and pant with pure adoration on his face. 

Goodness, this was not what he was expecting. Pumping Elain’s sweet virgin holes wasn’t what he had planned. He hadn’t planned anything actually. When she left him to go change, he was fully intent on playing cards and having a casual Sunday night with her in his arms. But at some point, his whole body rebelled against him. It needed her. His cock demanded attention, demanded her, and Azriel couldn’t find the strength to fight his baser desires. He wanted Elain from the moment he saw her, and he needed to take her. Still, he figured he’d be gentle and would fuck her once, to rid her of her virginity, and that would be it. And maybe some cuddles afterwards. The two of them now–panting and grunting, shunting and thrusting, licking, biting, scratching, sweating…This was not what he was expecting. And he loved every second of it. There was no going back for the two of them. Now he knew what she was capable of, and how she matched him in her filthy desires, there was only one path for them–exquisite, unabashed debauchery. 

“Beautiful, will you take my cock in your pretty mouth?” he asked against her wet lips, kissing her, while she huffed and strained with his finger down her throat. “Tell me yes,”

She nodded, her eyes wet from the pressure.

“Yes, Az, give it to me,” she managed at last, while he rubbed himself in his hand. 

“It’s so big,” she added cautiously, “how will I manage…”

“Sweetheart, you’ll give me a superiority complex,” he chuckled, as he settled next to her and his shaft brushed against her cheek.

“Well, you are kind of superior,” she noted with a chuckle. “In every way.”

He couldn’t argue that. His cock was proportional to his size, but his size was massive. At six feet six inches, he knew that he was enormous, and he towered over everyone around him. He was a foot taller than Elain. And his cock was a whole nine inches, which seemed normal on his body, but was anything but for an average woman. 

She opened her mouth though without hesitation and stuck her tongue out, allowing him entry. He pushed inside, slowly, allowing her time to adjust and actually unhinge her jaw. She strained against him, as he tipped her chin up, and whispered, ‘eyes on me’. 

Leaning back on her elbows, her knees to her chest, as he relentlessly worked her hole with his fingers, making it soft and pliant, she took him deeper in her mouth. Her gorgeous eyes watered from the tension, but she sucked his dick herself, pulling on it with her tongue, licking on the head.

“Ellie,” he stroked her face with his thumb, “there is nothing more beautiful than you are right now. Look at you,” he sighed with pleasure. “My stunning girl. My flower.”

Yes, he could be filthy, and yet whisper the tenderest endearments to her, while moving fast to reach her throat. 

“Don’t fight it,” he told her, “just take it in,” but he knew that he’d have to break some resistance down, and he plunged hard, thrusting quickly and deeply into her mouth, the head of his cock battering the back of her throat with every push. He fingered her bottom hole aggressively, his mind swimming with need to finish, with desire to dominate her completely. She looked absolutely divine next to him–her red lips swollen and wrapped around his dark shaft, the noises in her throat desperate and gurgling, her eyes wet and teary. But he knew it was because of her natural desire to please him that prevented her from retching, even as she took his dick as deep as it was possible. She moaned and panted around him, her little hand cupping his balls and stroking it, while she finally began to move her head over his shaft, finding a mutual rhythm for both of them. 

“That’s good, beautiful,” he encouraged her gently, “doing so well for me.”

Her bum was much looser now, and he felt her clench his fingers tightly, as her breath came in staccato pants, and as he curled them just so, Elain let go and her back arched, as her ass pulsed needly around the thrusting digits.

Azriel waited for her, pumping her mouth steadily, watching her melt and wobble, watching beads of sweat gather on her forehead, watching her eyes close, blinking heavily. It’s then that he pulled out of her mouth, even if she chased the cock with her lips, and flipped her on her front. 

“I’ll be careful with you, pretty girl,” he promised, as he gave his shaft a few strong tugs, and lined it up with her little asshole, which seemed to wink at him excitedly. Elain half-collapsed on her elbows, raising her hips for him and he parted her knees further with his own, as he gripped his wet cock. He reached the cocktail cart, where the jar of oil was waiting, and then drizzled a bit on his cock, and then into the waiting opening of her rectum. Elain shuddered and moaned, stiffening against the blunt head of his cock, as it prodded her entrance.

“If you don’t like it, you will tell me,” he warned. 

“Nooo, I want it,” she demanded, her voice pleading. “Your fingers felt so good inside…I want more…”

“My dick is not my fingers,” he reminded her. “It will be painful.”

“I don’t care,” she mewed, “take me…take my third hole…”

“We’ll go nice and slow, alright?”

She nodded and Azriel pushed forward, easing the bulbous head into her slowly, and carefully.

She moaned long and low, biting the pillow, and he reached under her and fingered her nipples, offering her another sensation, and diverting her attention from the pain. Her eager tiny hole blossomed around his shaft, and he groaned with desperate bliss that came from sliding into her ass. The oil helped immensely, allowing for a smooth, easy glide. 

“How is it?” he asked, tweaking her luscious nipples and her full breasts within his fingers.

“Oh it burns, Az…” she complained, but without much fire in her voice. It was trembling and subdued, but she wasn’t fighting him. “Please more…I want to feel all of you,” she begged. “Please,”

“I’ll be slow,” he assured her, and pushed even deeper. She cried out a long, pained cry, but then looked over her shoulder and he dropped over her, pushing his dick all the way in, and kissing her ravenously. 

“Your last virginity is gone, my sweet, loving girl,” he murmured into her lips. He didn’t mention it to her, but he did his as well–he’d never taken a woman anally before, and he had just lost his anal virginity just as much as she did.

The tightness of her was mouth-watering, and he struggled to maintain his composure. He wanted to ram his cock roughly into her, but instead, he concentrated on how she felt against his shaft. She was hot and loose, her muscles pressing and twitching all around him, and as he pulled back, only to shove inside again, she cried softly against his cheek. 

“Az,” she breathed, “I didn’t know you could take me there…”

“Seems like I just did,” he joked, as he began to pump her with deep, steady thrusts. 

“I want it so much,” she confessed. 

Oh blimey! His girl liked it in her pretty bum. He didn’t know if he should count his blessings, or lament that it was all just too amazing. His brilliant girl took him in every hole and loved each time. 

She didn’t fight him at all, simply moaned deep in her chest, expressing satisfied ‘mmmm’ over and over again.  He knew that he was hurting her–he had to be–but she took him willingly. 

“You are not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” he teased, squeezing her shoulder with his hand and riding her hard, as he straightened behind her. Her pale, round butt cheeks were stretched and the picture of her crimson hole stretched around his cock would be seared in his mind forever. It was the most erotic thing he ever experienced. 

“I don’t have anywhere to go,” she reminded him with a laugh. “Oh god, Az…Azriel…it’s so hot,” she garbled, “it’s hot and deep…I can’t…”

“Your little arse is as beautiful as the rest of you,” he complimented her, pounding into her without pause. 

“Your member is so darn huge,” she hissed and he laughed again. 

“And your holes are tight. Guess only one thing left to do–ride them daily!”

“Oh…” she grunted, when he pushed especially hard, “oh it burns so good. Are you really going to ride by bum daily?”

“At least daily…I can never stop now.”

He pushed her flat on her stomach, so she lay spread eagle beneath him, and whispered, “open up your bum cheeks for me and keep like that.”

He settled above her thighs, and she pulled her buttocks apart for him, compliantly taking the full length of him again and again, as she moaned and groaned wordlessly. 

His hips could not stop moving, bouncing against her soft ass, and even if he wanted to stop or slow down–which he did not–he wouldn’t be able to. He was operating on pure instinct. He needed to take his woman. He balls ached and he had another full load in him, which he absolutely was planning to release in her ass. 

He didn’t want it to end, and simply allowed him the joy of riding her. There was nothing else. Only her. He kissed her cheek, her thick mottled hair, licked on her tongue. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t resist finishing in her ass and the way she looked at him when their eyes met, he knew that she’d welcome it. The idea of her leaking from both of her holes with his seed almost made him explode right then and there. He could do it again–could do it all night long–bathe her, lotion her up, and start anew. But he didn’t want Elain to think of her first times in connection to pain. He knew he needed to pace himself. She was his. And as she began whimpering beneath him, her fingers jamming into the soft mounds of her bum, her cheeks flushing a peachy pink, Azriel knew that his girl would always welcome this–him pounding her perfect little ass–because she received pleasure from it. 

“Deeper, deeper,” she kept begging, spasming against his chest, her asshole twitching and milking him until he couldn’t continue any longer and pumped his seed inside. He was shuddering just as powerfully as she was, sweat dripping off his brow, as he ploughed relentlessly into her ass. 

“Azriel,” she moaned, lightly dragging her fingers over his jaw, as he grunted and huffed into her ear. 

“Elain,” he responded, hissing and then kissed her lips. 

He lay there like he did before, his cock spent, but still buried in her hole. His balls felt empty. He felt empty. 

Elain was everything. His dream. His lover. His whole desire. His woman.

And now, he needed to figure out how not to make her a baby. 

[legionnaireslover]

Confession. I used to be a skeptic but I got over it. By 2019 I was over it and accepted Benedict was really married. Who fakes a for 10 years. Moreover who fixates on a celebrity marriage for this long. I hope they get help. Aeltri is missing out on life.

Aeltri is so deep in delusional behaviour it would take a TEAM of experts to figure her problems!

I'm glad that you came to your senses and stepped into the light.

Of course no one would behave the way the Haters say Sophie and BC behave. Only in the "Septic bubble" does any of their nonsense make any "sense".

In the real world, he got married, has 3 sons, talks proudly of his love and admiration for his wife and is a highly respected and successful actor and producer.

After the Cumberbatches had their third child (or was it after the second baby came along?) and were many years married, the Haters decided that they couldn't sustain the "Sophie went rogue" story.

So Aeltri dreamed up the "DID diagnosis" and Gator went wholeheartedly along with her! The Birkin family was supposed to be the controlling agents in all of this. It involved "alters", and mind control, and MKULTRA "triggers" that would conveniently come into play if ever BC said or acted lovingly with Sophie in public. That wasn't REALLY him - that was his ALTER on the red carpet!

Of course, when some pointed out that the supposed "trauma" that is believed to be the source of DID, had to have occurred BEFORE BC even met any of the Birkins in school, Aeltri had to start spinning even more malicious and ridiculous yarns about Wanda abusing and "pimping" her beloved child and Freemasons involved with multi-generational vendettas, and Sophie being the linchpin in a satanic murdering cult, etc.

Usually the Haters try and keep things vague to give themselves SOME deniability, but they do tend to fuck up (especially nowadays).

One recent BIG mistake was saying Sophie had contracted TERTIARY SYPHILIS and was receiving palliative care. That morphed into CANCER, but really, that was YEARS ago and everybody can see she is healthy, busy working on her operas, being a mother and advocating for causes that she and BC care about. So... not deathly ill ! Nowadays Gator would rather not talk about THAT and acts like she NEVER said Sophie was dying!

There are lots of other examples of when the Hater narrative collapsed under its own weak foundations, but it would take too long to list them all.

I think the important thing to realise is, all these LIES, all these ACCUSATIONS, all these SLANDERS don't bear close examination. If you do try to "fit" them together you quickly see THEY DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE!

[taraneeno]

It's the start of the second semester. Day 3. Wednesday. The situation has escalated beyond what I previously thought was possible. The nurse in charge of our ward saw us (a pack of tiny, tired, clueless, confused 3rd years, lost, searching for our tutor) and thought we were INTERNS, and asked us to put up an IV line because the patient had pulled theirs out (obviously we declined, even though technically we know how to do that. Supposedly). I'm already behind on 7,8 lectures. I've been staring at the same picture of tertiary syphilis for an hour, trying to figure out how this spirochete, spirally, spaghetti type bacteria can drill holes in your skull. I'm never kissing another person again. My tea is cold. I am willingly carrying around a 1175 page textbook and I still know nothing. Peeled an orange today (for myself).

[marta-bee]

I'm beginning to think there might be something deeply wrong with the American president.

I know, I know. Obviously there's the racism, sexism, insecurities and attachment issues stemming from a lack of love in his childhood, probably narcissism - that's all old news. But we all saw him become so unhinged with Zelenskyy last week. He and Trudeau also spoke Wednesday AM about the tariffs, which an unnamed person familiar with the call said "grew heated and included profanity."

He didn't tour the country after his big speech on Tuesday to discuss his agenda, which presidents almost always do. Elon's clearly running the show. He's described as extremely angry over the lackluster (to his mind) deportation numbers. That just overexaggerated dismissive handgesture he made when Macron talked about how France had given money to Ukraine that might not be paid back (here, about 1:50 in). Functional heads of state just aren't that dismissive in public, like, ever. And then there's the frankly bizarre behavior toward the end of the campaign. Swaying for forty-odd minutes to Ave Maria rather than taking questions at a town hall type event. All but felating a microphone. Talking about the size of Arnold Palmer's genitalia.

The word "mercurial" keeps coming up in press coverage. Which isn't a slam, but to a diagnostician it's .... rather telling, let's say.

I'm thinking.... Alzheimer's maybe? Tertiary-stage syphilis? He's not on sure footing, mentally. First term there was the same casual cruelness, but it was at least mostly intentional. Now it feels like he's working with a blunderbuss.

I don't even know why I care. Certainly it's not out of sympathy. He chose to run, he chooses to involve himself in leading America every day. His choice. His choice not to know his limits and let himself be guided. But it does feel like my metaphor from last week, of my senile grandfather in his living room and his irritated rage-spikes you just sort of had to ride out, was far more accurate than I hope.

It changes absolutely nothing. Why does this feel like we're somehow even worse off?

[dontcrossjordancavanaugh]

Lily: He died like he lived.

Trey: Lifestyle could be a factor

Lily: Enlarged Aortic Valves, and Pericardium due to Tertiary Syphilis

Oh that is so beautiful

Bug: It is?

Lily: He died because his heart was too big

[doctortwhohiddles]

Five years ago today, Patty's disastrous interview was published. Five years ago, she made a complete fool of herself in the Atlantic, stupidly thinking it would help her cause. Five years ago. And what has she done since then? Make herself look even more foolish by:

Diagnosing Ben with Dissociative Identity Disorder (multiple personalities). Very handy when it came to explaining to her cult members why Ben wasn't leaving his wife.

Diagnosing Sophie with tertiary syphilis (or cancer, or AIDS, the narrative kees changing). So for 4 years now, she's been in palliative care according to Patty. I want to look this good when my time comes.

Accusing Wanda (Ben's mother) of pimping him out as a child in order to settle a family feud that's been going on since the Iron Age. With the complicity of her husband. I wish I was making this up. I really wish I was making this up.

Enabling Aeltri's doxxing and harassment of a woman who has nothing to do with neither Benedict nor Sophie.

And I'm sure I've forgotten things. I genuinely wonder if I should be in awe of her determination to look more and more stupid with time. A normal person would have gotten the hint and packed up for good. But not her.