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sunflowersunite · 11 months ago

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Fantastic Beasts rewrite

I recently finished rewatching the third movie and I really really want to rant, but I don't like to be that person. So I'll do you one better, I'll just throw suggestions as to how this series could have been better. feel free to disagree or add your own.

Plot!

Magical animals still have many uses within the magical world, but no rights because we're in the 1920's. Show us how they're trafficked and exploited. Therefore, Newt could keep the spotlight as someone who wants to protect them as the series continues, and not have Dumbledore be protagonist, because he doesn't make for a compelling one all that much.

We already saw how the Quilin detects those who are pure of heart and determines the leader of the magical world. How about the Quilins are disposed of afterwards, for, I don't know, reasons. Superstition or custom. Maybe they make a new pelt for the leader. So Newt has to fight against that, and therefore he becomes more proactive.

Also the blood troth needs to be broken. That should have taken longer. How about only a specific very rare dragon's fire could burn it?? and therefore we use more of Newt's knowledge here??

2. Personal stakes. Unfortunately, there was no conflict between the heroes and the villains. Meaning, if Grindelwald did succeed in conquering the muggle world, none of the MCs would be personally affected. (not even Jacob, he could hide somewhere and he'd be fine, it's not like Grindelwald would look for him specifically). So, here's the deal:

because this is a fantastic beasts series, Newt remains the protagonist. So how about Grindelwald targets a specific magical creature, eg the aforementioned dragon, who is believed to not even be real? But Grindelwald has info that it is in fact real. Therefore he targets Newt, the only magizoologist, and the only one capable and determined enough to find it. He plans on striking Newt with all means necessary, have him running for his life from all governments. Framing him and targeting his animals just to get what he wants.

Also. Grindelwald wants Credence by his side, because of his Obscurial powers (which were hyped up in the first movie but then kinda deflated, unfortunately). It's easy to manipulate Credence, who's never had anyone care for him ever.

except Tina. Tina is canonically the one who Credence felt trust for. They could've become found family and I'll forever be angry about their wasted potential.

How about Grindelwald is aware that Tina is the one who could foil his plans and keep Credence on the good side due to their relationship, so he targets her specifically? He wants her out of the picture in order to manipulate Credence as much as he wants. He wants to kill her.

Tina fights him to save Credence and Newt fights him to save Credence and the animals.

Here! Grindelwald now has personal conflict with the main characters.

More conflict? Sure!

At the end of the third installment, instead of picking Dumbledore the Quilin picks Jacob, who is said throughout the whole movie to be pure of heart. (Let's say its powers work a little differently and it doesn't care whether it's a muggle it's picking because who ever tested it on muggles in the first place anyway?) How about it picks him, and as Grindelwald hates muggles, he now hates Jacob with a searing passion because the Quilin picked him as a ruler of the wizards? (exactly what he's against, mixing wizards and muggles). How about Grindelwald harbours animosity towards Jacob, not because he's a threat but because he symbolises what could beat Grindelwald? (a kind heart, one that both a wizard and a muggle could possess. and due to that common potential for goodness, which highlights that they aren't so different than the muggles, he gets even more passionate in his goal to eradicate them? just saying)

and let's have Queenie move to Grindelwald's side, that's interesting. Maybe they strike a deal when Tina is in grave danger (because as we said, Tina must die for Grindelwald to win). If Queenie joins him, Tina is safe, Grindelwald tells her (he's lying, but Queenie is desperate).

So Queenie has to choose between being with the man she loves and joining the wrong side of history (and possibly dying a monster), but saving her sister in the process.

She chooses the second.

the angst?? Queenie knowing she's doing the wrong thing but it's for the right reasons so now no one can convince her to return to the good side?? Not Tina, not Jacob, not anyone

Maybe she even becomes a spy, leaking Grindelwald's plans and putting herself in danger in the process.

And she tries to convince Credence to go back to the good side even if it's too late for her.

3. For the secondary characters:

Theseus still has power within the British Auror Office. He wants to use that power and counterattack, but for entirely selfish reasons. He hates Grindelwald for Leta's death and puts his own emotions before sensibility and the greater good.

Yusuf was never close with Leta and now he regrets it. He and Theseus both learn to heal together eventually, and Kama gets character development in the process because he felt rather flat.

I want Lally to be there too because I liked her. Maybe Theseus starts to catch feelings for her (am I delusional or did I sense some connection between them? idk) and he feels guilty, because he doesn't want to heal and move on from Leta. He wants to fuel his hatred for Grindelwald because he believes that that is what gives him the will and strength to fight. But eventually he realises that he won't beat him with hate, because Grindelwald is already perfect at hating others. He will beat him with love. (Cheesy but true). Any love. Between the brothers Scamander or the sisters Goldstein or the found family Tina - Credence or Newtina because I love them.

But Lally can do whatever she wants.

Honestly, that sounds pretty rad. I'd watch that movie.

#fantastic beasts #fantastic beats and where to find them #newt scamander #tina goldstein #newtina #queenie goldstein #jacob kowalski #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #wizarding world #eulalie hicks #theseus scamander #yusuf kama #leta lestrange #credence barebone #soliloquies

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daydreamingoveracupofcoffee · 9 days ago

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"Toshinori's Soliloquy"

The moon hung low over U.A. High, casting a silver glow through the window of Toshinori Yagi’s small apartment. The former Symbol of Peace sat alone on his worn couch, his skeletal frame hunched forward, hands clasped tightly as if anchoring himself against a storm within. The silence was deafening, broken only by the faint tick of a clock and the occasional creak of the building settling.

“Why am I even thinking about this?” he muttered, his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. He ran a hand through his disheveled blond hair, the strands catching the moonlight. “I’m All Might. Or… I was. I don’t get to have this.” His gaze drifted to the ceiling, as if answers might be etched there.

Her face flickered in his mind—soft, unguarded, with a smile that made his chest ache in ways he couldn’t explain. He didn’t dare name her, not even in his thoughts, as if speaking it would make the feelings too real, too dangerous. He leaned back, exhaling shakily. “You’re a fool, Toshinori. A tired, broken fool.”

He stood abruptly, pacing the small room, his oversized shirt swaying with each step. The world knew him as a hero, but here, in the quiet of his solitude, he was just a man—lonely, uncertain, and painfully human. “I’ve never… I’ve never let myself want anything,” he said, his voice cracking. “Not like this. Not for me. It’s always been about saving others, about being the pillar. But her…” He stopped, gripping the back of a chair, his knuckles whitening.

He imagined her laugh, the way her eyes crinkled when she was amused, the quiet strength she carried so effortlessly. “She’s… radiant,” he whispered, a small, wistful smile tugging at his lips. “And I’m—what? A shadow of who I was? A man who can barely hold his form for an hour?” He shook his head, bitterness creeping into his tone. “She deserves better. Someone whole. Someone who won’t drag her into danger just by being near her.”

The thought sent a chill through him. His enemies—those still lurking in the shadows—would leap at the chance to exploit any weakness. “If they knew… if they even suspected I cared for her…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening. “I’ve lost too much already. I can’t lose her, too. Not when I’ve never even told her.”

He sank back onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. “But I want to,” he admitted, the words muffled but heavy with longing. “For once, I want to be selfish. I want to tell her how she makes me feel—like I’m not just a relic, like I could still be… something. Someone.” His hands dropped, and he stared at the floor, his blue eyes shadowed. “I want to live for myself, just this once.”

The clock ticked on, indifferent to his turmoil. He imagined standing before her, words tumbling out—clumsy, honest, raw. Would she smile? Would she turn away? “What if she doesn’t feel the same?” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “What if it’s too late? I’m not young anymore. I’m not… I’m not the man I was.” The weight of years—of battles, of sacrifices—pressed down on him. “Maybe I’ve waited too long. Maybe this is just another thing I don’t get to have.”

But the thought of her lingered, stubborn and warm, like a ember refusing to die. He closed his eyes, picturing her face again. “If I don’t try… I’ll regret it forever,” he said softly. “I’ve carried so many regrets. I don’t want her to be one of them.”

He stood again, moving to the window, pressing a hand against the cool glass. The city sprawled below, alive and vibrant, a world he’d fought to protect. “Maybe it’s not too late,” he whispered, a flicker of resolve in his voice. “Maybe I can be brave… not as All Might, but as Toshinori. For her. For me.”

The moon offered no answers, but for the first time in years, Toshinori felt a spark of hope—a fragile, selfish thing, but his all the same.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #reaction #headcanon #x reader #all might #yagi toshinori #toshinori yagi x reader #all might x reader

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chaifootsteps · 7 months ago

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in the Lackadaisy Ingenue short there's a bit where Viktor calls Mordecai stupid

he does this while making up a story about how Mordecai busted his arm and delivers it with a smile. he's trying to get Ivy off the scent but it seems in his animation that he knows Mordecai is there and listening to him and is trying to tease him

this works because they banter and insult one another all the time and there's no real teeth in it - Viktor calling him an idiot who can't rollerskate feels playful, because Mordecai wouldn't be caught dead rollerskating indoors and Viktor knows he can't contradict him since it's a cover story. it's also a bit of a reprimand - Mordecai got himself hurt on the job and Viktor calling him an idiot for that reads like an 'I care about his wellbeing and that's why I say he's stupid' type of line

but Stolas repeatedly insulting Blitzo in Mastermind does not read playful at all. he's trying to sell the Goetias on his stupid mastermind lie, sure, but some of the things he says are so specific and mean that it reads like he really does think that. and worse - it almost feels that he's angry and framing the whole trial as him getting Blitzo out of a mess that Blitzo alone created

but he didn't. Stolas chose to lend out his book and like usual is reframing everything so he had nothing to do with it - his asking 'why am I sacrificing my freedom' when you look back at what actually happened in the show is essentially him saying 'why don't I just hide the thing I did forever because it would benefit me to lie'

Nailed it. Viktor and Mordecai might push each other's buttons relentlessly, but they're two characters who spend a lot of time together, know each other extremely well, and can grouse and snarl and bitch without it coming across as if there's zero respect, as if they absolutely hate spending time together. Even when they're playing chess and Mordecai's jabs are more personal and Viktor's response more threatening, they both back off as quickly as they started and start talking about something else. It's a dance they're used to.

Blitz and Stolas don't know anything about each other outside of sex, they have an enormous power imbalance that Stolas has been only too happy to exploit, and all they've ever been shown to do is make each other cry. Viv just tells us they like and respect each other because that's the world that exists in her head, and not on the screen.

By all on-screen indications, Stolas really does think Blitz is stupid.

#Anonymous #viv stuff #stolitz critical #actual blog post

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intheholler · 1 year ago

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what do you think of all of the people being scared of appalachia? i don't know if this is recent or not, but currently i've been seeing a ton of shit online like "never go to the appalachian mountains, it's so dangerous", and i just don't understand it. my family's lived in appalachia for forever, and none of us have experienced anything paranormal or endangering to us. you're one of my favorite blogs on here and i'd just like to hear your thoughts on it

first off, it means a lot that i'm one of your favorite blogs and im really happy i can contribute something to your experience here :') thanks so much for being here <333

but ok so.

my thoughts on it are many. it's been bothering me a long time and i've been meaning to get it off my chest. this will be long and probably ranty, so it won't hurt my feelings if anyone skims lol

lemme preface this little diatribe by saying the obvious: folklore is an integral part of any culture. the mythos of a place/people is tied directly to their histories and unique experiences and struggles and they are enriching. this is true of appalachia too.

oral folk traditions especially are incredibly historically appalachian.

i mentioned in a post i made yesterday about murder ballads, how the purpose of these was to warn kids away from doing dumb shit and getting lost in the hollers--falling down cliffs n mineshafts and shit at night. gettin got by wildlife.

it spooked us safe. they served a purpose, and once you got old enough to realize they're as real as the tooth fairy, they just become enjoyable and nostalgic. because they're you're culture.

probably every mountain kid has stories about haints n boogers that were told to them by their grandparents, and they grow up to tell them to their own kids, and so on. some of it stuck with me because i grew up with the folklore.

by that i mean, i'm a whole 31 year old woman and i still avoid looking out a dark window at night cause it gives me the shivers. i still get spooked when i hear a big cat yowling in the woods. but the difference is i know there's not really haints out there crying--it's just a product of my childhood. ghost stories are fun.

the problem comes in when someone outside the culture gets their hands on appalachian oral folk traditions. then, it becomes a familiar problem: outsiders cherry picking appalachia and harming us with the mess they make rifling through it all.

it's all about the surface level and the visuals. they all love a good aesthetic blog, run by some local from out west or some shit who's never stepped foot here.

but as soon as the spooky photo filters come off and the real life marginalized person is left standing there just out of frame, we go back to being disgusting examples of what not to be. decrepit churches n buildings are aesthetic and quirky until they stop being on a pinterest board, and then they just become damning images of an impoverished region who deserves to be laughed at.

now, not to holler 'splain you--this is more for anyone not from here who might read this: it's been a systemic issue for decades; there were literal government campaigns to demonize us to the rest of the nation so they could garner support to cut into our mountains and exploit our labor and resources.

well, they were fuckin successful, and we have been falsely made out to be this homogenous nightmare of a place--"welfare exploiting" maga country who deserves everything we get, and nothing we don't.

by going so far as to take appalachian folklore that we tell each other and picking out the "aesthetic" stuff--the haints and general paranormal--they are pruning what they like from our culture--the safe things, like ghost stories--for their own aesthetic use.

but not only that, they are using it to demonize us… yet again.

'appalachia is scary. it's full of things that will kill you. don't look out the window at night cause a booger will get you.' only they don't call them boogers cause they ain't even from here. ask them what a haint is and they'll ask if u mispelled 'haunt.'

it gets even worse when you consider that so much of it has roots in native american culture, and how that continues to be exploited and misrepresented.

i'm not even innocent of that. a while back i had to check myself because i made a comment on here about ~spooky appalachia~ ignorant to the fact that what i was commenting on was actually a deeply important cultural and spiritual element to local indigenous tribes. my comments were harmful by my failure to educate myself and know better, thereby saying things carelessly.

my point being--i'm from the area. i should have known better.

when outsiders start saying the kind of shit they say about what they think they hear in the woods without even knowing where such an idea comes from, they're disrespecting a displaced, abused and exploited people, harming real cultures just for clicks without even knowing. that's on top of the damage they're doing to greater appalachia.

it's fuckin gross.

i think my favorite one i ever seen was this middle aged white lady going through her pristine mcmansion somewhere in suburbia, pulling the million curtains and locking the million doors, going "nighttime routine in appalachia!! 🤪🤪"

i could be wrong about this particular person--i didn't check their other tiktoks because im sick of them accounts and tired of giving them the benefit of the doubt--but it immediately came off as a transplant because:

1) mcmansion, 2) i dont know nobody here that locks their shit down like that (not locking up could even be argued as a part of my local culture, a reflection of our deep sense of community and trust in our neighbors).

and then the comments was all like "i don't know how you guys live there" and it actually broke my heart and pissed me off because even if--especially if--you're one of us, why the fuck are you harming us for likes? why are you turning people against us in a brand new way?

and to the transplants that do this--why?

you're not even from here, you moved here to this place you hate and made it worse just so your front porch would have a nice view, and are now benefiting socially from perpetuating bullshit about us?

you buy up all the land, land we often had no choice but to sell in the first place to survive instead of passing it on to our families, land we originally took from the indigenous peoples your content comes from.

you overdevelop it and turn it unrecognizable to make it more like the comfortable cities you come from. you gut a mountain town of its local businesses and cultures, you price people out of their homes...

...and then once you settle in all cozy like, you go tell everyone else how scary it is? how you can't trust the hills? like it's a cool paranormal bravery badge to wear? fuck off entirely.

so idk, in short my personal thoughts are: i personally enjoy a little myth as a treat, because the folklore is a part of the gothic, a part of our culture and a part of my childhood. i don't (intentionally) wield it as a weapon or use it as a pedestal to get the weird brand of attention that people like them are after.

and those who do this can get got by them haints for all i care.

#asks #appalachian culture #spooky appalachia #appalachian folklore #appalachian myth #appalachia #appalachian #txt

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abattre · 1 year ago

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It's actually so disappointing that Naruto's narrative took the route that it did. Kishimoto created an incredibly interesting world and premise, and ruined it by having everything amount to a shallow message of forgiveness that undermines almost every meaningful element in the story. And it's like,, I want to appreciate the world outside of the plot, but the moral framing of the story makes it virtually impossible because of how disingenuous it is. It completely undermines the audience's understanding of the tragedy and horror of the world so that Naruto becoming Hokage and being the most powerful person in the world by the end doesn't come across as distasteful as it actually is.

Like it's made abundantly clear throughout the story that the village system, and Shinobi society as a whole, is incredibly flawed. Kishimoto goes out of his way to show us that Konoha's council is made up of objectively horrible people. We see first hand how the council's short-sighted ideas of what 'protecting the village' means results in devastating tragedy for people both in Konoha and outside of it. It's clear in how Danzo and the rest of the council act that their atrocious behaviour is them just blatantly abusing their power to maintain their authority. The council has no remorse in anything they do; human experimentation, genocide, slavery, and blatant exploitation is all fair game to them if it preserves their status quo. And instead of maybe, like, addressing Konoha's skewed morality in a sensible way and setting the village up for reform, the narrative just tries forcing the audience to perceive Konoha's genuinely heinous actions as necessities. Which, you know, will work when you're like 8, but once you've grown up and developed some reading comprehension and critical thinking,,, it just feels annoyingly manipulative.

At its core, Naruto is a story that attempts to deconstruct morality. Like this is transparent in how Kishimoto is constantly paralleling the dichotomy of good and evil literally every chance he gets. In the end though, this dichotomy just doesn't work in the context of the Naruto story because the narrative framing of the village being the good guys is just hysterically ridiculous. Konoha is an awful place, that does awful things, and is run by awful people that refuse to change anything because it benefits them for the village to remain awful forever. To anyone with a developed sense of media literacy the village cannot in any way be framed as morally good, so when the story resolves itself with Naruto becoming next in line to govern Konoha under the same unchanging authoritarian regime, with the same council supporting him because of his sheer physical prowess and complete dedication to their twisted ideology,,, it's honestly just an incredibly underwhelming conclusion to a story that made itself out to be more profound than it actually is.

If I had to guess, I imagine Kishimoto just didn't think through how negatively the world he created would reflect on the plot. Ultimately though, you can't write a moral story that's so deeply entrenched in real world social inequity and decide halfway through that because you don't know how to fix these things your story's going to have to be about how they're actually okay to be doing and perpetuating,,, like that is awful and also a terrible lesson to impart on an audience of children. With how serious the issues are in Shinobi society, trying to resolve things with the power of friendship was always going to fall flat. These broad scale injustices can't be brushed aside in that way without undermining their severity and diminishing the understandable impact they had on the characters that experienced such extreme oppression. That's essentially the trap that Naruto's conclusion falls into though, and so the story just ends up feeling incomplete and unfulfilling because none of the issues brought up are actually addressed or discussed with the gravity they deserve.

#i really love the naruto world but i can't stand the pro-konoha rhetoric like. it's just so bad #anti konoha #anti naruto ending #anti shinobi system #pro uchiha #pro sasuke uchiha #pro neji hyuga #posts

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shini--chan · 23 days ago

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Hi can I get a fucking uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 1p allies with a darling who has gone insane?

Alright, here we go. So many Hs

Yandere Allies - The Lotus Eaters

Trigger warnings: insanity, yandere tendencies

America would probably take some time to notice the shift in mental stability since he wouldn't be completely stable himself. His essentricasies would overshadow any of yours and he wouldn't value you as your own person, so it would take time for him to catch on. Insanity might be the result of the everchanging rule set that he would inflict upon you. When he'd discover the reality of your mental state, then he would either keep you because he would find it hilarious or he would discard you because he would have no use for broken toys.

Canada would notice nearly immediately. Your descent into madness would at first be observed with little to no intervention. He would watch your sanity slippage with the same interest as one would a train crash. Though by the time he would spur himself to action and he would be left with you hallucinating and having irregular sleep habits. While he would try to treat you, he would shy away from letting you get treatment from a professional or addressing the root cause of your madness. Ultimately, he would resign himself to living with somebody mad.

China would be another that would notice it very quickly, likely because he could keep a strict eye on you in order to shape you. Considering the regiment Yao would make you adhere to, along with his yandere tendencies, your insanity likely takes the form of despondence and lethargy. Moreover, it would be sudden, quite literally being that you'd snap. Yao would be immensely irritated and try to get you to snap out of it. Though, he would ultimately put you in rehab and take the role as one of your caretakers, to make sure you'd stay in line. Ultimately, any escape attempts or pleas for help would be framed as your insanity.

England would be suspicious. Considering his treatment of you, your insanity would likely take the shape of hysteria or mania. It would either be the result of being unable to manage/suppress your emotions any long or as an unhealthy coping mechanism. Arthur would suspect an act to either disgust him into letting you go, or into getting you to drop his guard. Or he would see your mania as a symptom of suicidal ideation. Either way, he would tighten his control as opposed to loosening it in order to rein you. Though, he might decide to use the opportunity to hold you to his liking.

France would be in denial for the longest time. Madness would ruin the idyllic relationship he would imagine the two of you having. Adding to that, your descent would start tamely with sleep talking and sleepwalking, and culminating with being unable to distinguish dreams from reality. All of this would be spiced with depression and night terrors. Perhaps he would be in denial forever, perhaps reality would one day sink in. In the case of the latter, he would either be tragically desperate to cure you without releasing you, or he would exploit it in order to have you play into his own delusions.

Russia would be another that might not notice it. His paranoia would rub off on you and his manipulations would exacerbate the issue. As such, this insanity of yours would probably play right into his hands. Ivan would opt to not look a gift horse in the mouth and embrace your madness fully. Though he might put you on extreme fasting should you go too far. Too far in that you would start to become suspious of him.

#yandere allies #yandere america #yandere england #yandere russia #yandere france #yandere canada #yandere china #x reader #yandere hetalia #yandere x reader #yandere

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handweavers · 3 days ago

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writing a story that examines so many aspects of empire, class, gender, racialization, sexuality, and the political ideologies tied to these things i feel constantly aware of how a bourgeois narrative would try to frame everything - like i know exactly what a liberal would do with these basic building blocks, where they would take these characters and the conclusions that would be drawn from these situations (or failed to be drawn, they would be treated as entirely individual incidents divorced from any wider context) and it feels really good to subvert that but it takes constant work and research to make sure i'm doing it well & in a way that doesn't feel like a lecture but a natural part of the narrative. essentially writing the process of how someone's life circumstances and experiences leading him to becoming a marxist leninist with revolutionary discipline but this is a process that occurs over decades of his life and if i do it right, it should feel like the only solution that makes any sense narratively speaking

like for example a side plot involves the development of art nouveau and various artistic movements in europe around the turn of the century and the perspectives on small scale artisanal production that were popularized in response to industrialization and the worsening crisis of imperialism. i have artists who hold the perspective of the arts and crafts movement and others who are proponents of aestheticism and romanticism and have all other kinds of bourgeois and petty bourgeois beliefs on arts and production while believing themselves to be radicals, and a character who sees the contradictions and failures of these positions but lacks the language to articulate it until later in life. and this happens in tandem with these same people using and exploiting him and his labour as a child, as a colonized subject in the imperial core, as a survivor of genocide and a visibly disabled person, etc in a paternalistic manner, including doing things like claiming his work as theirs and exploiting his "exoticism" for social capital. there are "answers" to these issues that a bourgeois narrative would offer - including running away to live in a cabin in the woods forever and a refusal to view oneself as a political actor - that would make sense in the context of character trauma but i am actively trying to avoid doing those things in the long term, especially when doing so would be treated as the character actually "healing" by attempting to escape history and society, and the alternative would be internal reform and some kind of petty bourgeois dream where he runs his own popular workshop and becomes famous and well respected in his field doing small scale artisanal production or something. instead many years later he becomes an architect in a burgeoning socialist state designing and building infrastructure and reconciling indigenous vernacular architecture with the material demands of a state trying to electrify and industrialize. but tracking all of this and have this development occur over the course of decades in a way that feels true to the character and the world and again, not like a lecture, is an ongoing matter

#heart of a bear

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stalkingthenet333 · 5 days ago

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A big ask but I would die for a nsfw A-Z for Heimdall. 💜

Slay! Absolutely! :) This is going to be a long one I haven't done one of these in forever and I want to do it right this time!

A - Affection: How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they're romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren't?

Affection during casual sex? No. With romantic involvement? Yes, and only then.

Casual! Heimdall treats sex like a game. He's cocky, performative, and very smug. Affection is calculated, if used at all. It's definitely used as a means to fluster or manipulate, not comfort. He'll smirk when you moan. Tease when you beg. Keep eye contact just to dominate. The affection is an illusion of the performance, not the intimacy. "Oh, poor thing...already whining? And I haven't even gotten started."

If he's romantically involved with you, sex changes dramatically. He's still intense. Still teasing. Still maddeningly smug. But this time it's genuine. He craves being close to you but doesn't know how to ask for it without it turning into something else. If you two are together though? That mask cracks.

Affectionate! Heimdall includes; Forehead touches he pretends are just for fun, letting you seem him wrecked (breathless, overstimulated, undone), soft touches that linger too long, and grumbling if you catch him being gentle.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not going soft. You're just...ridiculous. Warm. Gods, shut up and come here."

He absolutely can sleep with someone he's not romantically involved with. Usually, it's never the same person twice, until he met you.

B - Body: Are they into a specific physique? Why or why not? Are they just preferences or complete turn offs?

Short answer: He may notice physical traits, but he values mental sharpness, reactivity, and challenge far more than body type.

~~~~long answer below;

He's observant to the point of psychic irritation, and while he'll clock every detail about your body in a second, he doesn't fetishize physique.

Now, like I said, he notices every detail about your body very quickly, and he might have some thoughts.

Heimdall likely would find it amusing if someone is much shorter than him, not necessarily a turn on, more a power dynamic he enjoys exploiting. Might mock someone super buff, "Overcompensating, are we?", or someone 'weak', "Soo fragile... should I even touch you?", but it's all performative. He's trying to get a reaction, not expressing a real preference.

If you have scars or markings on your body, he'll ask about them, sometimes mockingly and sometimes seriously. Stories interest him more than aesthetics.

Now... his favorite thing? Expressions. Your flushed face, bitten lip, tear-filled eyes? That's what he craves to control. Not your frame, your reaction.

What he's really into:

1. How much of your body language he can read and manipulate.

He isn't aroused by body type- he's turned on by cause and effect. Can he make you tremble with just a whisper? Can he make you hold your breath with just a look?

"Oh? I barely touched you. Are you that sensitive? Or just that easy to break?" (with his infamous smirk)

2. When someone tries to hide their desire.

If you're shy? If you flinch away when he gets close but secretly want him? That ruins him. He gets obsessed with it. He'll press in closer, slowly, until you can't hide anymore. And when you break? That's the moment that gets to him.

3. Confidence. Not cockiness.

Someone who matches his energy but doesn't play his games instantly becomes more than just 'fun'. They become dangerous. And that's hot to him.

Turn offs? None based purely on body. To him that's beneath him. Honestly, he believes himself above base-level desire.

C - Chatter: Do they like to talk during the act? If so, what do they like to talk about? Is it just dirty talk or something different?

100%, like he never shuts up normally so this shouldn't surprise anyone.

He also wouldn't engage in standard dirty talk. He weaponizes language. His words some (most of the) time cruel and always intoxicating. It's control through conversation, and it reflects who he is: clever, perceptive, and always five steps ahead.

He won't say generic things. It's always tailored to you. What you need to hear... or what will break you the fastest.

If you're shy? "You're so quiet... but you're clenching around me like a liar. Come on, say it... say you like being used."

If you're bold? "Brave little thing. Let's see how long you last before you beg."

He uses your reactions like a mirror. Everything you try and hide, embarrassment, anticipation, the twitch of your breath, he sees it. And then he talks you through it.

Heimdall will degrade you and praise you in the same breath. Not to confuse you, but to keep you chasing his approval. He never gets loud. He stays calm.

"Look at you. So needy. Such a mess for me. And yet you're still trying to act composed. That's adorable."

He's not vulgar for the sake of being filthy. He's psychological. If saying something gently cruel will make your breath hitch? He'll say it. And he'll smile.

If he really cares about you, and something unexpectedly intimate happens. Like you moan his name softly, or kiss his wrist mid-act, he might shut up completely.

That silence? Means you won :)

D - Dominance: Are they into those types of power dynamics? Or do they like to stick to who's topping and bottoming? If they are into it why? If they aren't why not?

YEEES. He thrives on it. Not because he's into whips and chains (he totally might be...) To him dominance is validation of his superiority. It's also a shield against emotional vulnerability. Dominance is a performance that keeps people exactly where he wants them. Beneath him, in every sense. He's a very controlling man.

With the way Odin beckons him and bosses him around, he craves power and control for once. So, he loves to control your emotions, body, breath, and reactions.

That's what gets him off. Not just fucking someone, but breaking them down slowly and perfectly, until their pleasure is something he orchestrated.

"I know you better than you know yourself. Why wouldn't I take the lead?"

He definitely enjoys hearing, "Yes, sir" or "please Heimdall", and not because of tradition, but because your compliance feeds his ego.

He's not a dom who wants to protect you, no, he wants to ruin you for everyone but him. And then make you thank him for it.

"Good. You're learning your place. And I must say...I like you like this. On your back. Desperate."

To him, power is safer than intimacy.

Buuuuut... if you fight back against this power dynamic and take control, especially if you two are romantically involved....

He'll go crazy. And that's a good thing.

E - Erotica: Do they read or watch it? Does it get them in the mood? Do they create it themselves?

Yes, but in a casual way. That's what he says anyway.

It's a curiosity, a tool, and occasionally... a guilty habit.

He just wants to understand what people desire. He likes to see what makes others lose control.

He'll claim he's just observing. He'll scoff at the writing. He'll even critique the dialogue mid-scene.

"Gods, people get off to this? How embarrassing."

Then he watches the whole thing anyway.

Heimdall prefers reading erotica, due to the sheer fact he can control the pace to interpret and imagine things his way. It gives him mental distance...or so he thinks.

Watching anything makes him feel too exposed. But with text? He can maintain that smug superiority. Up until a line hits just right, and suddenly he's hard, breath catching, jaw clenched.

It definitely gets him in the mood, and he hates that it does.

He gets angry at himself.

Even masturbates furiously and silently. Then tries to erase the fact that he enjoyed it.

Heimdall is also the type to finish and immediately sneer, "Pathetic", under his breath- as if someone else made him do it.

He might have secret fantasies, but his ego would never allow him to sit down and write full stories.

He'll imagine you on your knees, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. Or you begging him to slow down. Him teasing you until you sob, him cooing, "There it is. That's what I wanted."

F - Food: Do they believe certain foods can be aphrodisiacs? If so, what foods are like that for them? Do they like using food in the bedroom or is it too messy?

See I really want to say yes, but he is such a control freak, very clean and specific about soooo many things.

He doesn't like chaos. And sticky fingers, messy sheets, the smell of sugar on his skin when he's trying to focus? Too distracting. Too... mortal.

G - Group sex: Have they ever tried it? Would they ever want to try it if they haven't? If they don't enjoy it why not?

Yes, but only once or twice. And he hated it.

No, he's not prudish, far from it really. He's not at all squeamish about sex.

Group dynamics? Sharing attention, not being the sole focus, competing for dominance or praise? Those are all the exact opposite of what makes him feel powerful or secure.

Even with his foresight, too much happening at once pulls focus from him. He won't stand for that.

Heimdall possessiveness is hardwired into him, whether he admits it or not.

So... no he probably wouldn't even be willing to try it again, even with you.

H - Humiliation: Are they into it? Why or why not? How far will they go? Do they enjoy being de-humanized or is it more being made fun of?

Heimdall is only into it when he's the one giving it. When it comes to receiving humiliation? It's... complicated.

He loves watching you squirm and beg.

He doesn't humiliate for cruelty alone; he humiliates to expose you. To strip away pride, defense, and pretense so he can watch the real you fall apart beneath him.

"Oh, you're embarrassed? Good. Maybe now you'll stop pretending you don't want me."

His style is mainly verbal, with a severe need for control. (Who's shocked? Not me.)

"You're such a mess. Can't even take me without crying, can you?"

He'll tease, mock, and emotionally strip you on purpose. Only so he can be the one to put you back together.

He is personally not into dehumanization. Heimdall already believes he's more of a tool than a person. Trained, used, set apart...

Being dehumanized triggers that bitterness and self loathing he's spent years burying.

So, if you say, "You're just a toy to be used."

He hears: "You were never enough to be loved."

If he trusts you, he may or may not like a small little teasing match. If it's respectful that is.

I - Intensity: Do they like intense scenes? Or are they more a slow and take their time kind of person?

Heimdall loves intensity. Again, only if he's in control.

At his core, he is a creature of precision. Whether it's slow and smoldering or fast and punishing, he is only truly aroused when he's the one dictating the pace.

He loves dragging things out. Slow teasing lets him watch your anticipation build, pull apart your pride thread by thread, and it keeps you hanging just on the edge of begging.

J - Jousting: Do they like having more than one object or person inside of them? If so, do they prefer toys or just multiple partners? Are they curious about it?

He hasn't done it himself. He's been a part of an orgy once or twice and didn't like it. But all that attention on him? Yeah, he'd be a liar if he said he wasn't curious.

Painfully, secretly, obsessively curious.

It's also the kind of thing he'd scoff at publicly, "Disgusting. That's for people who don't know what real power feels like."

Privately? Late at night, when no one's watching? The thought haunts him.

He is obsessed with power. Dominance. Reading people before they move. But... the idea of being filled, stretched, stuffed, used... without being able to hide his reactions?

That's terrifying to him. And terrifying, for someone like him, means arousing.

He hates that he wants it, and that hatred fuels fantasy.

With his perception dialed to 1000, even the idea of two objects or more inside him- the weight, the pressure, the stretch, the way every breath would feel tight and electric- is overwhelming.

And that's the exact kind of overwhelm he craves but refuses to admit.

"You'd ruin me, wouldn't you? Fill me until I forget my own name. Is that what you want?"

K - Kiss and Tell: Do they talk about their sex life to others? If they do, do they go into detail or are they more casual about it? Do they share photos with other people or are those private?

If he does talk, it's to gloat. But most of the time? He keeps it secret.

He is a deeply possessive, image conscious, and strategic person. He doesn't share just to brag, he shares when it serves a purpose. Otherwise, your sex life is his private obsession, not community gossip.

It's never brought up casually. It's always intentional, and it's definitely meant to remind others who you belong to.

If he's in love with you? He keeps those details closer to the chest, but he still smirks like he knows something no one ever will.

He would never share photos. Ever.

L - Licking: Do they enjoy using their tongue on their partners or is it too gross? If so, what are their favorite places to use their tongue?

Oh yes, he does, and he's brutally good at it.

He wouldn't go down on just anyone. He only does it if he respects you.

Loves watching the way you fall apart with barely a flick of his tongue. He wants to watch your thighs tremble, your voice crack, your hands claw for something that isn't there.

Heimdall's favorite place to use his tongue? Your thighs. He lives for the buildup. The teasing. The slow licks that don't quite reach where you want. He'll make you shake before he even touches anything or anywhere explicit.

"What's the rush? I've got all night. Let's see how long you can beg without saying a word."

When he does go down on you? Eye contact. Always. He uses the flat of his tongue just enough to make you arch. Pausing at the worst possible moments just to hear you beg.

He also has thing for kissing you after he's spent hours between your legs.

"You taste how sweet you are? Gods, no wonder you shake that when I touch you."

It's only gross if he doesn't care about you. And if he's not the one in control.

M - Masturbation: Is it a part of sex for your muse? Or is it something completely different? Do they enjoy watching their partner or being watched?

Heimdall does masturbate. Very frequently to be honest. But definitely quietly. With a lot of rage.

He doesn't like needing it. So, every time he gives in, it's with gritted teeth, a clenched jaw, and a silent, furious pace that's meant to be efficient and not indulgent.

And yet... he always ends up dragging it out longer than he means to, because he can't stop imagining you.

"This is pathetic," he mutters to himself as he bucks his hips, grinding into his hand harder.

Now, it can a part of sex, but it's almost never casual.

If you're involved (even just watching), masturbation becomes a way for him to show off his control to tease you. He would for sure hold eye contact the whole time, smirking when your breathing changes.

"You like watching, don't you? Then sit there and behave. I'm not done yet."

Heimdall lives for watching you touch yourself; it's one of the few times he loses composure.

When you moan his name, whimper for more, or struggle to finish without him? It reminds him of how completely he owns you, even when he's not touching you.

"You really think you can cum without me? Try then. Go on. I want to see how long you last."

It might take a while for him to get comfortable enough for you to watch him, but he'll be a cocky bastard about it.

"Don't blink. You'll miss it. And you don't deserve a second round."

N - Nope: Do they enjoy orgasm denial, or do they want to see how many times they can make their partner cum? Somewhere in-between?

He absolutely enjoys both.

Orgasm denial to him is deliciously cruel. He's the kind of man who would edge you over and over, just until your legs shake. He'd pull away right as you were about to cum, whispering in your ear, "Not yet. You don't deserve it."

When he decides to give you everything? He gives too much.

He craves to see you cum once, and then not stop. While he doesn't.

He wants to see your eyes roll back on the second orgasm.

He wants to hear you sob on the third.

And he wants you to thank him for every single one.

"Look at you. Still shaking. Don't even know your own name, do you? That's what happens when you give me everything... go ahead... cry."

Definitely uses denial if you've been a brat, teasing him and pushing limits.

Now, if you've obeyed him, made him feel worshipped? Then you deserve to be given everything. (Good ole overstimulation)

"You're mine. Your pleasure is mine. I'll give it. I'll take it. And you'll thank me either way."

O - Open: Do they enjoy having things in their mouth? If so, what are their favorite oral fixations? (fingers, toys, giving oral, etc.)

When it means something, yes.

Your fingers are probably one of his favorite oral fixations. He'll take your wrist in his hand and draw your fingers into his mouth with deliberate slowness- watching your face the entire time. No rush. No mess. Just... pure confidence.

He'll suck one finger at a time, tongue curling just enough to remind you that he knows exactly what he's doing.

"Is this what you wanted? Or should I show what this mouth can really do?"

If you make him use his mouth, or even beg him to open up, shakes him a little. And he definitely likes that.

He won't just out right say it, but if you straddle his face and take charge? He might resist at first. But once it's in his mouth? He'll go quiet. Focused.

P - Preference: Does size really matter to your muse? Whether it be for others or toys in general. Do they have a favorite type of toy they like to use? If so is it the same to use on other people?

No. Size does not matter to him.

He does, though, have a favorite toy. Two actually.

The first one is a large, smooth dildo he uses to tease and train you. It's slightly too big to be 'comfortable' at first. Heavy, deliberate, cold- until it warms with body heat. Something he lubes very carefully, all while keeping eye contact.

"Come now... you want to please me, don't you? Then relax... I want to watch you stretch around it."

The second is a long, thin vibrating wand. For overstimulation of course.

It's not massive, or scary looking, but he loves how quickly it makes you sob if he presses it just right and doesn't let up. He's meticulous about it. Will bind your hands. Hold it in place himself. Watch your body twitch and shake as you beg him to stop or keep going.

"Look at that. You're going to break again, aren't you? And I haven't even changed the setting."

He does use them on himself, but rarely. And only when he's emotionally spiraling, feeling possessive but can't have you, and when he needs to test his limits... in secret. Guilty pleasure if you will.

Q - Quiet: Do they enjoy trying to see how long their partner can last without making a sound? Do they enjoy loud or quiet partners?

Heimdall lives for the challenge of it, so yes. Silence to him means he is totally in control.

"You're doing so well...but don't make a sound, if you do I stop."

And

"Every noise gets you five more minutes more minutes without release."

He definitely likes both, depending on the context.

If you're normally reserved, composed, shy- and he makes you moan, cry, scream?

Oh, he melts. In the best way possible. He'll go still and watch your face, eyes burning with the hunger of someone who wants to imprint that sound into his memory.

"There. That's the sound I wanted. Let's make that sound happen again, yeah?"

If you're usually loud, he will break you making you stay quiet. Now if he catches you faking it? You'll be punished ;)

All about power play with him.

R - Risk: Are they into some risky kinks? (breath play, exhibitionism, blood play, etc.) If so, what are their favorites? Do they practice them safely? TW

He absolutely is into risky kinks.

Blood play? YES. But in an almost ritualistic way.

He'd draw small, controlled cuts. With either a razor sharped dagger across your thigh, teeth on your throat, or nails down your back.

"Red is your color..." as he licks them clean. It's not about pain, it's about ownership.

And he is safe, safe as he can be. He's precise. He knows how far to go.

Breath play? Yes, he loves making his hand your new necklace.

The feeling of your pulse under his fingers, your soft gasps, the way you squirm... it shows how deeply you trust him. As much as he craves to control, he knows trust is needed. It makes him feel good.

Again, super safe, he counts seconds. Watches your face and your pulse closely. He doesn't want to hurt you, not in that way anyway.

Exhibitionism? Eh, depends.

He doesn't really want the attention on himself, but he loves that you know you're being watched.

Fingering you behind a curtain at a formal event? Telling you not to moan with guards stationed outside?

Whispering in your ear, "Quiet now. Let's see if you can behave."

It's more so if you're into it, he is. Otherwise, he won't go out of his way to do anything. That means he would 100% be safe about it.

Degradation and bondage would both be his favorite risky kinks. Like a mix of both? Yeah, he'd be hard for days.

Hands tied behind your back as he thrusts into you, "You'd fall apart if I left you untouched for day, pathetic really."

He'll mix cruelty with worship, until you can't tell where one ends and the other begins.

S - Suspension: Are they into being suspended like on a swing or during rope play? Or if not, what's the highest place they've ever had sex?

No, he doesn't like that for himself, but if you're into it he won't say no. Might mock you for it... definitely would mock you for it, who are we kidding.

Bondage is one thing, a swing? That's something else entirely.

Rope=yes, swing=maybe if you beg ;)

He's for sure taken you up on the wall, probably more times than in a bed. It's Heimdall. He's always working.

T - TMI: Your opportunity to talk about any dirty thing you want to talk about with your muse. Could be kinks they like or just facts.

Heimdall loves when you make him cum in his pants. Shhhhhh, don't tell him I said that LOL.

He also loves making you think you have control, then stripping it away, slowly anyway.

Eye contact also really gets to him. Especially during oral. Giving or receiving, Heimdall needs to see your face. So, don't try and look away. "Don't hide now. I want to see what I do to you." And if you look up at him while his cock is in your mouth? That's it. You've ended him. Expect praise. And filth.

Freakily messy in bed. Spit is suddenly fine. Lube? Mandatory. Sweat, slick, bite marks- all good. He'll make a mess of you, just to say. "You look better ruined."

He likes when it hurts. A little. For both of you. So, that means he bites. Hard. He'll dig his nails in and drags them down your skin. Heimdall loves when you scratch, grab, or claw at him, because it means he's breaking you. "Mark me. Go on. Show me what I do to you."

Mild praise kink. Only in private. And he won't admit it. He'll smirk, scoff. But say, "So good to me..." or "You're the only one who can make me feel like this."

U - Underwear: Do they enjoy lingerie or dressing up for their partner? Or is it too much of a hassle? Favorite garments to wear? Do they ever go without underwear?

He doesn't, but he would absolutely love if you did.

It wouldn't last long though. He prefers you naked.

It's always a nice surprise though :)

V - Violation: Are there any kinks your muse flat out won't do or even people they know? Are bringing them up enough to turn your muse away from a potential partner for good? Any pet names get them like that?

NOT into CNC. He doesn't like blurred lines. If he's in control, it's because you've given it to him. Willingly, clearly, and full of trust.

DDLG/ little play. Pet names like 'daddy', baby talk, or any kink involving infantilization? Absolutely not. It makes him physically uncomfortable.

It's only a dealbreaker if you completely ignore his signals. Pushing after he says no. Or if you act like he's boring or vanilla because of his limits.

Puppy, baby boy, sweetie pie=NO. He is a God, not your child or soft boy.

Anything whiny or high pitched? Triggers disdain more than desire.

"If you call me that again, I'll leave. And not because I'm offended, but because I'm disgusted."

W - Water: Do they enjoy shower sex or anywhere else that's wet like a pool or hot tub? Is it too awkward?

Yes. Sometimes. Usually pretty rare.

Heimdall is a very, very clean man. His shower/ bath time is sacred. You have to be really special to mess with that time.

A pool? Eh, seems boring, to him anyway.

It's not awkward. He just isn't into it. If you are? He'll try. Don't expect much.

X - X Ray: What's going on under your muse's clothes? Do they have any special scars or places they like to be touched or avoided? Describe their physique and anything else you'd like to expand on.

Heimdall has immaculate skin. Silky smooth. No scars, or any type of markings at all. Lean muscles, not bulky.

The back of his neck is very sensitive. Too sensitive. Rubbing it slowly? Fingertips sliding up into his hair? He'll try and brush you off but lean into it.

"Don't...hmm. That's not fair."

His v-line/hips. Dig your fingers into them while he's fucking you? His rhythm falters, his breath stutters. He doesn't realize he likes it until you do it enough times.

He doesn't like his lower back/ spine touched. It's too vulnerable. He'll flinch, tense or even pull away. Unless he loves you that is.

He also doesn't like his jawline/face touched during sex. He's not soft.

Y - Yes: Do they have any specific turn ons? Things that will automatically make your muse say yes to sleeping with someone else. If not, what are some other things that get them in a more romantic mood? Lighting? Dinner?

Unpredictability, he's the God of foresight after all, if you manage to take him by surprise? OOOOH yes lawwwd!

You grabbed him and kissed him too hard? Grabbing his hand and moving it lower? You ride him and don't break eye contact once? He'll growl, curse, and worship you for it.

Whisper in his ear, wear lace or silks, he's down bad for you.

Z - Zones: Favorite places they like to be touched? Are some less obvious than others? Any places they absolutely hate being touched?

His coc-

Well. I mean, I'm not wrong.

Anway-

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♢ Worship | Zhongli

Warnings: AFAB! Reader, Non/con -> Dub/con, Mind break (MC), Yandere, Cult AU, isekai, past violence towards MC, patronizing behavior towards MC, penetration, fingering, delusional behavior/thoughts from Zhongli, cum is everywhere, unprotected sex, dumbification (MC) (kind of), dirty talk, use of the c^nt, manipulation of MC, repetition, cock-drunk MC, desperate Zhongli, degradation towards MC (slut, liar, whore), implied exhibitionism, implied s.ex between MC and other Archons, unrealistic sex. Ask to tag!

Roles: Top! Dom! Zhongli | Bottom ! Reader

A/N: Here it is... it's definitely something new for me;; It's absolutely not for everyone and I am begging you to read the warnings, if this is too much for you do not read it! It's 100% fictional and falls under Dead Dove / Dark Content: it is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. Anon, ILY and you're the best... my beloved ! Took me forever to get this out, but here it is... yipe >_<

Word Count: 5.2k !

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You were shunned away and hurt by those who you had once loved.

Already weak and alone, it was as if they took joy in seeing you despair, as if the way you crumbled around them was entertaining.

It hurts, oh Heavens above, you were miserable.

It wasn’t just physical, it was emotional and mental as well – every single weakness you possessed was exploited until you became a shell of yourself, your mind and body governed by fear and hatred and a need to survive, because you needed to survive. Even if it meant being reborn anew, you couldn’t let them win.

You couldn’t bring yourself to forget, it was all too painful, too cruel, too unjustified; they drove you to your limits and pushed you further until you broke. Until the person looking at you in the mirror looked like you, spoke like you, thought like you, but didn’t feel like you.

It’s why you couldn’t forgive the man standing in front of you, because deep down you knew he would have killed you if given the chance back then. You knew he held no regrets, that he’d do it all again to the next person who committed the crime of being deemed unworthy.

“I cannot,” your voice was assertive, or at least as assertive as you could muster in front of a God, “I… refuse to forgive you.”

“Please be reasonable,” Zhongli begs of you as he approaches you slowly, like a hunter would its prey, even if he claimed to think himself bellow you - you knew he held more power than you “we had no idea – I had no idea… if we’d known earlier, I swear upon Liyue Harbor itself, things would’ve been different.”

“And yet, time runs forwards,” you reply, slowly walking further away from the approaching man, or at least attempting to, but it was no use as he quickly makes his way closer to you, long legs and fit frame having no qualms in cornering you, “I have no use for ‘what if's’ or ‘could be’s’ - what is done is done, we have nothing to talk about, now let me leave because this is getting ridiculous.”

“My god is so stubborn,” he chuckles, acting as if your words meant little to him, something that greatly confused you - he spoke highly of you and yet seemed to think lowly of your person -, “I am afraid I don’t yet know if that’s something I like or not,” he mumbles that last part to himself before addressing you once more, “alas, I cannot let you leave until we reach a suitable agreement, your grace, you’re clearly not thinking clearly if you don’t see the multiple benefits that having me as your servant shall bring; with me by your side, you may as well be unstoppable.”

You scoff, a sense of disdain flows through your veins as you glare at him; you were slowly growing agitated by him and his presence, “First, you claim I’m your God and now you speak of me as an equal, as if I needed you - as if you had a right to speak to me at all -, what is it, Zhongli?”

He says nothing, his eyes take you in, you both know you’re cornered with nowhere to run, with you now completely at his mercy. It reminded you of the times he’d hunt you down with the intent to kill, if you were honest you much preferred the way he looked down at you back then than the current look in his eyes as he judged you with his eyes, as if assessing how worthy you were of his time albeit claiming servitude and humbleness before you.

“How utterly foolish, how… cute.” He chuckles, now only a mere inches away from your face. You hadn’t even noticed the stones he’d raised from the ground caging and forcing you into his proximity.

His hands, cold as they were, find their way to your cheeks. You attempt to swat his hand away but he’s simply too fast, quickly gathering both of your limbs and forcing them against his chest; the position was uncomfortable as you were forced to look up at his larger frame and feel his toned chest, a strange feeling was brewing in your lower region you desperately tried to ignore.

“Of course, you’re my God,” he says, his words serious, he spoke with such conviction it made your skin crawl, “and I’m your humble servant, which is why I am begging you to reconsider your opinion on not only myself but my people as well.”

“Absolutely not.” You accentuate your words, even if they come out a bit muffled from the way he gripped your face, to make your point loud and clear.

“Very well then, you leave me no choice,” he smiles and it sends a shiver down your spine because nothing good has ever come from someone smiling at you like that, “if you won’t let me worship you, then I’ll have to do it by force.”

His lips crash into yours but he makes no move to withdraw his hand from your cheeks, instead he uses it to press deeper into you - as if attempting to consume you whole.

You have no idea how long he’d been kissing you for, all you know is that his lips were devouring your own and that his tongue was battling with yours for control over your own mouth. The hand that grasped your wrist guided your hand to caress the archon’s chest, over his hardening nipples and around his pecs. There’s short intervals between kisses, but he doesn’t properly pull away until you’re begging for him to let you take in oxygen.

“Ah…” Zhongli finally pulls away to breathe, you’re in shock as you look at him, pure anger running through your veins, a complete contrast to the blissful look in his face as a blush overtakes his godly features, “You taste… divine.”

Ridiculous, Zhongli was being completely and utterly ridiculous! Making a joke, and a poor one at that, at a moment like this where he was doing this to you was incredulous. You wanted to scream at him, forcefully make him understand that you didn’t want him nor his sick worship and yet your body easily made way for him to slot his lips against yours once more as he parted them with a squeeze of your cheeks.

“Mhm~” You can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you feel his tongue enter your mouth once more, “Ah, hmgh… humgh!”

Your back is flat against the wall, the Lord of Geo’s body effectively caging you in, and you have no choice but to part your legs as he places his knee between your own. You can barely breathe properly as he attacks your mouth, as if he’s making sure to explore it until he could map it out, his groping hand that had now left your cheeks and teasing touches don’t help at all as you feel yourself grow dizzy with unwanted arousal, a feeling shimmering in your pussy that has you unconsciously bucking your hips into his strong and firm limbs.

“You look so much better like this, Your grace,” he says as he takes a breather, his eyes – eyes you once adored back when you were home – glowed with arousal as he looked you up and down, “so quiet and docile, so obedient, it makes me want to eat you whole.”

“Rex Lapis! How dare you – ah, ha~ah!” You’re about to scold him and speak up when you break into yet another moan, you almost go cross-eyed as you feel his knee tease your neglected crotch; the cloth of his robes create a texture that feels heavenly against your hardening clit.

“Hmm? What is it, your highness?” He asks, feigning innocence as if he wasn’t the man responsible for your aroused state, “If you wish me to stop, speak up now before I get too, ah, excited.”

Zhongli once again doesn’t give you time to respond before he’s attacking your neck with fluttering kisses, “Come on, if you want me to stop,” he mumbled hungrily, it’s almost brutish the way he handles your body forcing jolts of arousal and pleasure to spark through your body, “say so.”

He’s challenging you to speak up, it’s as if he’s daring you to tell him to stop. He knows, the sick bastard knows that somewhere deep inside you - you still adore and want him, that a sick part of you wants to forgive him and be loved by him.

“Mora-ah~ !” You moan as he sucks at a particularly sensitive spot in your neck, his hands teasingly run across your thighs, caressing the skin in a seductive manner that has you trying to close your legs. Your core is slotted near his knee, where he can teasingly bump it up against it to give you momentary sparks of pleasure.

You want to scream at him to quit toying with you but you can’t formulate the words, not with the soft whimpers and groans you were letting out. He gives you a particularly strong bump, one where your clit — which was growing more sensitive by the second — and his clothed knee come into direct contact. You let out a particularly high pitched moan at that, the feel of his muscle against your lower lips simply intoxicating, that has Zhongli responding with a grunt of his own, something that sounded like your name rumbling from deep inside his throat.

“Such a slut for me,” he manages to get out, he’d been too busy teasing your skin with his teeth to comment on anything for a while, “such a good whore…”

It felt demeaning to be talked down to like that, especially by someone who claimed to wish to become your humble servant, but his words had a primal part of you beaming with satisfaction at being called good. You’re so taken aback by your own reaction you don’t notice him tugging at your robes and undergarments, not until he’s freed your cunt - allowing it to come in contact with the air.

“There we go,” he praises you, finally detaching himself from your neck, which was now littered with bruises and hickies, “your grace, I am truly honored… to be the first of your followers to make love to you…”

There’s a sick, almost delusional, look on his face as he breaks into a soft grin as he palmed your cunt, thick fingers gathering the slick that slowly poured out of your cute hole as it desperately tried grasping at anything.

His hand parts your legs further so he gains better access to your cunt, before he takes his free hand to properly caress your nerves. Slow and sensual movements against your clit and slit have you desperately bucking your hips to meet his fingers, he never inserts a full digit up your gummy walls instead opting to slowly work the opening by stretching your entrance and fingering you only up until his dip joint. Your arousal soon is leaking down your thighs and hitting the floor, making a mess of cum and love juice that would’ve made even the Devil blush, even the amount that escaped your soaking hole surprised, was it normal to be aroused enough to leak into the floor, you wondered.

“You’re ready,” you break out of the hazy mist of lust that clouded your mind as soon as you hear the man speak, “hah… I’ll… I’ll stick it in now, your grace… I’ll make sure to fill you up.”

“What…?” You manage to pant out, but he doesn’t answer you - instead he opts to free his hardened cock from beneath his clothes, a thick and long monster that sends a shiver down your spine as you questioned how he even thought someone could take it without hours of prep beforehand, and directs it towards your soaking entrance, “Z-Zhongli… don’t, please… you’re too big and… I’m not, I’m not ready… please, don’t… I’ll forgive you if you stop, stop! Just please, no… stop, I… I’m sorry, I…”

He pays your begging no mind as he slots his tip inside of your hole, which is enough to have you desperately clawing at his arms; “Hah, your highness… we - we’re becoming one…”

The Lord of Geo decides to ignore you, opting instead to slowly sink himself further into your gummy walls, even with the previous preparation and the slick you’d released your cunt was gasping in pain as you felt his thick dick enter your poor, tight pussy; before you knew it you were practically spasming around his length, awkwardly jolting and jumping as his cock slowly made its way past your tight muscles. The pleasant burn and torturous slow pace has you gasping and rolling your eyes towards the back of your head; he’s not even completely inside of you and you feel so… full. You don’t even want to imagine what it’d be like to have all of him inside you.

“Hah~ Hah,” you hear him pant beside your ear, his hot breath making you shiver, “you’re… tight…”

Your face is heating up at his words, it doesn’t help he’s slowly pressing himself deeper into your hole nor that he is slowly grinding himself against your walls in an attempt to ease your tense body.

“You’re t-too big…” You miraculously manage to get his hands off of you, “Fuck, get off… please… g-hgkh! ”

You trail off, too focused on the pleasure at hand to finish your thoughts. You didn’t want this, you didn’t want to have his dick inside you and yet your body sucked him in so greedily. You’re shaking and panting by the time he finally bottoms out, his balls hitting the fat of your ass with a soft thud that made your walls momentarily tighten at the lewd and erotic sound, it was too much and yet you were beginning to grow fond of the feeling of his cock bulging against your stomach.

Zhongli lets you sit on his dick for a while, allowing you to get accustomed to the feeling of fullness, probably trying to get used to the feeling of your warm walls encasing his dick, you try to pull him off you one last time but he doesn’t even budge, he’s too big, in retaliation, he gives a smooth roll of his hips that has his cock rubbing against every nook and cranny inside of you, including your special, spongy spot that had you seeing stars.

“U-ugh…” You let out a gurgle, you don’t want to admit it but the way his dick felt inside you had you seeing Celestia.

It’s the realization that he had no intention of letting you go un-fucked, and the shame of feeling aroused, that has you finally releasing the death grip you’d had on his arms, a sense of defeat and humiliation settled in your stomach; to preserve any reminder of your dignity it’s best you just let him use your hole like a toy. You’d denounce him, obviously, once the act was done and you’d have him sentenced, hopefully, to death for defiling you - that’s truly the only comfort you have.

It seems he takes your now compliant state as a go ahead to start moving. It’s painful at first, you’re overly aware of how his cock is moving inside of you and the feeling of pleasure is almost completely overshadowed by hatred and humiliation, your companion, however, seemed to be enjoying himself. You’re certain this whole event would be uncomfortable and unpleasant, you doubt you’ll even finish, or at least, you did until a particular thrust hit a particularly sensitive nerve that sent an aggressive wave of pleasure coursing through your veins, it’s blinding, it quite literally took your breath away as your brain struggled to process the unexpected yet erogenous sensation.

“S-shit!” You gasp, your whole body twitching. For a second, all thoughts left your mind, only a primal need to feel good again taking over as the wave rocked through your body, infiltrating every nerve and muscle, coursing through your brain as you desperately tried to prolong the almost intoxicating sensation. You don’t even realize how tightly your cunt is clutching his dick until he lets out a condescending, deep laugh.

“D-did you feel good, your highness?” His breath hits your ear and you suddenly feel overstimulated from your recent release and the feeling of his burning skin encasing you.

His words bring you back to reality and you have to restrain yourself from biting a chunk of his skin, you’re still trying to come back from your high, a high you desperately wanted to deny; “A-as if, hah, a monster-r such as yourself could pleasure me… f-fuck!”

“Is that a challenge, your grace,” he asks, golden eyes narrowing in amusement, , “if so,” he adjust your position, suddenly your legs are no long touching the floor as he’s taken them into his arms, his hands hold your knees so you can’t fall nor escape his brutal thrusts, you’re at his mercy, “I won't back down.”

That’s the start to an agonizing pace, one where he’d give deep, sensual thrust into your pussy - he’d start of slow, making sure you felt every vein and bump that made up his cock -, and then pick up the pace momentarily with short yet precise, rapid thrusts that had you bouncing in his arms like a rag doll.

“Do you like it, my beloved?” He lets out as he desperately tries to coax a confession of pleasure out of your lips, keenly aware of the way your insides became harder to exit the more aroused you were, “If, ha-ah, if I pleasure you like this everyday, you surely will forgive me, r-right?”

You’re too preoccupied with the way Zhongli’s hardened length rubbed a particular spot inside your walls that had your legs tensing helplessly in his grasp to answer; you could feel a ball of uncomfortable pleasure build up in your lower region that had you panting the more it grew.

Your thoughts were slipping away as the man lowered his hand to toy with your hardened clit, you felt like you were about to cum from that ministration alone but you helplessly try to stop yourself; you’re certain that if you cum even once you’d completely lose yourself, it was already hard enough not to beg for him to stop teasing you and fuck you properly as it was, and you’re certain that the minute your slick coats his dick, you won’t be able to stop yourself from begging to be fucked like an animal in heat. But it was so hard, so terribly hard, especially when he began kissing and teasing the hickies he’d previously painted over your body, the added feeling of your clit being rubbed as your cunt was being pounded into in different rhythms had you bucking your hips to meet his own - even a second without his cock inside of you was becoming unbearable, you�� you needed his dick, you needed to feel good.

You wanted to sob from the frustration of the never ceasing pleasure that was building inside you, you wanted to cum so bad you were growing desperate, not even realizing your hips had begun moving on their own in an attempt to hurry up your release. You don’t think you’ve ever been so sexually frustrated, continuously growing restless as your head began clouding from pleasure.

It’s as if he was reading your mind because as soon as the thought hits you, he moves near your ear to moan in a low voice; “Go ahead, my love, cum for me… just know that if you do, I’ll take it as an invitation to become yours… Come on, make this dick yours, I… ha-ah… I know you want to.”

Wasn’t that so lovely? Wasn’t that such a wonderful agreement; in exchange for your slick, you would have one of the greatest cocks in the continent as your own personal servant!

Because it was what you deserved right? After all those months of pain and hurt, you deserved to feel good and be loved like you always were meant to be loved.

Zhongli notices your apprehension and he doesn’t blame you, but he was going to make things right; he had to, no matter what, no matter how, no matter what it takes, he will make it up to you. Even if it meant lowering himself from the status of Archon, even if he had to apologize and beg.

“I’m so sorry,” he begins mumbling into your skin as his cock keeps abusing your hole, he knows it’s an underhanded method but he doesn’t care, he meant every word he said - even if his way of showing his feelings was wrong, “you didn’t deserve any of it, no… y-you should be worshiped, you’re – fuck! You’re my savior, you’re everything to me, everything… I love you, I love you, I-I’m y-yours,” your cunt unwillingly clenches at that, “I-I’m yours to do as you please… you’re so good to me, so good… Come on, cum on me, use my cock… Allow me to repent for my actions, you will - won’t you?”

As one of his hands continues to rub your clit, the other supports your body weight, he doesn’t even seem to break a sweat as he holds you and fucks himself silly inside your tightening cunt.

There’s something about his desperate tone, the way he whines into your skin in between kisses and sucking, that has you believing his words; maybe he was regretful, maybe he did see what he did wrong, he was clearly trying to make it up for you by having sex with you, right? This was okay, right? He was sincere, you both knew he held a deep hatred for his actions, he’d been begging to see you ever since he’d learn of your true identity, he’d sent you gifts and offerings in an attempt to swing your favor; Rex Lapis didn’t do that for anyone, Zhongli didn’t do that for anyone.

He kept going on and on about how sorry he was, how desperate he was to feel you cum on his cock, how badly he wanted to serve you, how much you meant to him, how everything he ever did was for you; he loved you, he needed you, he wanted to be with you, he needed to be with you. His voice was growing raspy and whiny, a completely new side to the normally composed and cool Zhongli you were used to.

His words begin to seep into your brain, his admissions of guilt, his declarations of love, the way he begged you to take him as your own.

“I-I feel your pussy tighten,” he mumbles, “you’re so… you feel so good, mhm… I’ll be yours, I’ll make it up to you, everything – Please, s-shit, let me be yours, I want to be yours, allow me to serve you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Zh-zhongli…”

“Your grace,” he moans and you can feel the way his body shudders as you whimper his name, “I’ll do anything for you, please - please, ha~ah?! Make me yours, let’s cum together, please, I want to cum inside you, I want you to come… If I make you cum, you’ll let me serve you, right? M-my lord, mine, mine… I’ll claim you as mine, my own god, only m-mine, mhm-mmph… I’ll make it up to you, you’ll be mine, you’ll love me, you’ll love me-ah, we’ll do this e-everyday a-and you’ll be mine, hah~”

You felt the last of yourself break as the words he whispered made your cunt squirt all over the Archon, the one who’d hunted you for sport, made your life a living hell, who’d offered his body and power as an apology; he now stood with his hips and pelvis covered in your cum.

“C-cumming! Ah, ah-hah… I’m cumming, ‘m cumming, shit! I’m cumming on your c-cock! Hah, hah… ah~ah, ghk-k!”!

Yet you couldn’t stop, your poor pussy kept leaking as you convulsed from the intensity. It didn’t help that Zhongli made a point of pressing himself as deeply as he could inside of your pussy, as if trying to penetrate your womb with the tip of cock.

It’s as if your body had been lit on fire, your body twitches and turns as you gush all over the floor, it’s an electrifying feeling as you give up control and succumb to pleasure.

Cock, you were cumming on Zhongli’s cock, on the man who wanted you dead only a few weeks ago, you were on his cock, his cock was inside you, your cum was coating his cock - the cock that was humping your pussy, the man who was groping you, the one who’s threatened to kill you. You could only think about his cock, the big, long, thick, fat cock that had you drooling over yourself. You didn’t know what was leaking out of your pussy, it kept coming and coming out, coating the Archon’s lower half with your love juices - your legs hurt as you tensed and twitched and your nipples and clit all felt painfully hard.

It takes you a few seconds to stop cumming and yet, even as you were held in his arms panting from the feeling, you weren’t tired – in fact, you don’t think you’d ever felt better.

It seemed the man balls deep inside of you was feeling the same way for it doesn’t even take him more than a minute to start bouncing your limp body on his cock once more.

“More… I want more, more, wanna… wanna cum again.” You’re too out of it to realize you were speaking your thoughts, too desperate and drunk on the feeling of sex and the pleasure it was bringing you to feel shame.

Even though your body felt heavy as lead, you weakly try to match the rhythm set by Zhongli with your hips, desperately searching for the pleasure he’d given you minutes before.

If you’d been looking at his face, you would have been able to see the look of surprise that washed over his handsome features; was this really you? Had it truly only taken you a good fuck to temper you out? His golden eyes seem to glow brighter as his excitement grows, his dick somehow hardening even more albeit still being inside of your warmth. He takes it as a sign to adjust your body one more time, taking you in his arms once more and allowing him to bounce you on his cock like a toy.

You’re too sex-brained to fully comprehend what was going on, only truly thinking with your cunt - desperate to feel the white ball of pleasure explode inside of you once more and to feel Zhongli coat your insides with his cum.

“Ha-ah, Zhongli,” you whine, your voice comes out airy and unsteady as your whole body bounces on his dick, “p-please… c-cum inside me! ‘Wanna feel your cum inside my pussy, pl- fuck! Ah, ah - feels good, your cock feels so good! ‘m gonna cum again, wanna cum with you… hah, hah, l-let’s cum together…!”

You can feel his breath hit your neck as he nuzzles into into your shoulder, an airy chuckle soon followed by teasing words;

“I-I, hmm… I thought you’d never f-feel pleasure from a monster such as myself,” his voice is raspy as if he were barely containing himself, “my grace is such a g-greedy liar…”

As if to prove his point he gives you a particularly rough thrust, one that has you seeing black as your eyes roll back from the pleasure.

“P-please… I want your cum inside of me, ghk! Want your cum, wanna feel your cum on my pussy, wanna be your… your, wanna…! Fuck, you feel s-sho’ good, so go~oh~od, aha, ahhhh…!?”

“Don’t worry, my beloved,” he breathes out, hurrying the pace of his hips, he never fully removes his cock from you, instead opting for shallow thrusts that are aided by the length and girth he possesses, “my only wish… is to serve you.”

You can’t even respond as one hand comes to massage your breast and the other lowers itself to play with your clit, the added ministrations have you panting and desperately grinding yourself against the Archon; your body felt like it was on fire from the heat that bloomed from where your two bodies became one.

“‘M close, ‘m gonna cum inside you.”

Those are the only words you have to brace yourself before hot, sticky cum is shot inside your aching body, painting your pink insides white with his depraved love. He doesn’t say anything, his own brain seemingly turned into mush, only capable of low groans and moans that border on animalistic while he made sure to press himself as deep as he humanly could, making sure that not a drop of the cum you’d asked for escaped your greedy hole.

As he rides off his high, emptying his balls inside of you as he softly rocked your body, you can feel your sex clench and slick begin to ooze out of your cute hole. He notices it, and begins rubbing your clit in an attempt to coax you into cumming for him. His finger feels heavenly as he rubs it in quick, fluid motions across your clit and vulva, the cum from your previous release and the overflowing left overs from his own aid you as your feet begin to curl and a ball of pleasure that had been growing inside your lower half finally explodes and you cum one more time on Zhongli’s cock.

Albeit not nearly as sudden nor shocking as the first one, you’re still left a twitchy and aching mess as your legs fall limp in your captor’s arms.

But after tonight, your brain could hardly process him as a threat, everything before the second he’d inserted his dick inside you felt like a distant nightmare, the man who now cradled your body was no longer your enemy - not now, not to you. Your eyelids feel heavy and you’re beginning to doze off as you feel a sloppy kiss be left on your cheek, you look up at Zhongli for the first time since he’d started to fuck you.

His pale skin is burning pink, sweat rolls off his handsome features, his lips look rosy pink and you can see faint bites on them from when he desperately contained his moans, he looked nothing like the God who’d terrorized you previously; his eyes were the easiest give away, however, where they once were full with hatred and disgust, they now shined with passion and servitude.

In his mind, he’d earned your forgiveness, the debauched act of taking you against your will was his last ditch attempt at making things right, and so from today onwards, in his perturbed mind, he was officially your first follower in the continent of Teyvat and most devout worshiper.

“Mhm…” A smile blooms on his lips as he squeezes your ass, the geo wall vanished and you’re left clinging to Zhongli as he adjusts his cock inside of you, the soft movement has you jumping from overstimulation, your sex drunk look endears the Archon as he duly noted his guests’ footsteps approaching, “let’s show them how to properly serve you, shall we?”’

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