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There’s not nearly enough analyses of Wriothesley and the panopticon that is Meropide.

Like, sure, the connection is there, but are your lines connecting to the right points? Because if you think Wriothesley’s office is the control tower and the Fortress is his all-knowing domain, I think you’re wrong.

Spoilers for his character quest and the Meropide world quest ahead, as well as various tidbits in mini quests:

The Unfinished Comedy reveals that there is a child who had been born in the prison, more or less a decade ago. More than enough time for Wriothesley to “discover” her. But he doesn’t. He is, without a doubt, an advocator of children, and would never allow her to stay in prison if he can help it. No matter what excuse there is, such as being busy with the reformation of the prison, the Fatui invasion, or the Wingalet construction, it doesn’t negate the fact that Wriothesley doesn’t know, or he would’ve acted.

The Beret Society as well, while coming under Wriothesley’s purview, has existed long enough to brainwash and break the spirits of the people who have joined. He had no evidence that Dougier had been breaking rules and infringing on human rights.

So no, Wriothesley, contrary to the Fortress of Meropide description, does not know everything that goes on in the Fortress, and he tells us so.

So then why does the description say otherwise?

The concept of the panopticon is that a single prison warden can maintain order because people will never be able to tell if his eyes are on them. As a result, they will behave, regardless of whether the warden is truly watching or not. Wriothesley tells us that he doesn’t have eyes and ears everywhere because we are not a prisoner. We do not need to be intimidated into behaving. Moreover, the Traveler seems to be an exception to everything like a harem protagonist so let’s discount “our” knowledge of Wriothesley’s claim.

What I think slaps the most though, is that his panopticon isn’t just the Fortress, but the Court of Fontaine as well.

It is mentioned that Wriothesley knows the ongoings of the overworld despite rarely coming up. The citizens of Fontaine see Meropide as this horrible place, even after Wriothesley’s reforms, and it’s not only because of prejudice (though that is most certainly the case), but because of his refusal to be perceived. He refuses Charlotte’s interviews, though being a Duke would most certainly put him in the eye of the public. This is a tentative maintenance of his public persona: that of a cruel and unfathomable man.

“The less people see of me, the happier they will be.”

If people understood that Meropide had welfare meals, stable work hours, and relatively accessible healthcare, why would they be incentivized to follow the law? Especially those of Fleuvre Cendre. But Meropide cannot possibly be that kind of haven. It is a prison, and forever should be—because it is not sustainable.

What humans cannot understand, they fear, and that works to keep the rest of Fontaine in check from committing crimes. No one wants to go to prison, no one wants to suffer, no one wants to see the Duke of Meropide. It’s embedded into the very society, so much that they have pop culture-like phrases for it.

The Duke’s office isn’t the control tower. The whole of Meropide Fortress is, and Fontaine is the “prison.”

There are other interpretations of course, such as the factor of more recent commentary on panopticons and how they bring up the topic of holding those in absolute power accountable. The warden at the center of the panopticon has absolute power, but how is he to be kept accountable?

It could be a hint about how Wriothesley isn’t as in control as he presents himself, and the way he rules is dependent on the people who keep him in check. After all, he says that as Duke, he must set an example of persecuting only after evidence has been found of a wrongdoing, otherwise he could have simply killed Dougier. However, that would certainly bring the Fortress down around him as people questioned his reputation as a fair ruler. (Cough bringing back my sword of Damocles bullshit here//shot).

Alternatively, Wriothesley himself could be a sword of Damocles upon Fontaine, evidenced by Neuvillette’s story quest, but I feel like that would be a Wriolette thread…

Without the source material confirming anything, we’re just playing with Schrödinger’s cat though. Just some food for thought.

Next time on Dragon Ball Z: my TED Talk on why the Fortress of Meropide is not called the Fortress of Atlantis because Wriothesley presents it as communism but it is totalitarian and why that works— (Kidding, I don’t wanna touch this with a ten foot pole pls don’t respond with political philosophies I will perish 🫠🫠🫠😵)

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Freminet as head House of the Hearth

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finished arlecchino's story quest and- did anyone notice that when the three siblings went in to attack her, freminet twisted his sword so if it hit it wouldn't be the edge making contact but the broad of the blade?

he said "sorry, father!" for even raising it against her. he couldn't bear the thought of hurting her, even with his and the twins' lives on the line.

and you know he's damn strong because he defended against one of arle's scythes earlier!

if i think one second about how this kind soul had to maim and kill and disassociate from that and never wants to do it again and seeks solace in the ocean depths i'm gonna scream cry and puke till i pass out

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sponsored by gepard c3r1 on my account

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once i catch up with the penacony story it´s going to be so over for me. like im ten patches behind and i´m already bracing for impact bc aventurine is going to kill me. i´ll be dust once i get to experience his full back story.

he´s going to be the next blond bitch to upset my brain chemistry, i just know it.

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Don't let him be alone with me 😭😭🙏🙏‼️

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Staying on that grind

[pairing] itto x fem/afab reader

[tags] NSFW! (minors DNI) / reader is in charge / pussy grinding / cum eating (on itto´s part) / finger sucking / dick sounding / tit sucking

[summary] you´re having a nice ride on itto´s lap after he got too carried away the last time. not punishing him, just having a good time

(apologies for the stupid as hell title - sadly i find it funny)

Itto isn't allowed on top anymore because he just cannot behave himself. He sinks into your wet heat and that's it, oni's head is empty. Hips go snap snap snap and you have to grab him by his horns to get his crossed eyes to focus on you again because he didn't hear you telling him to slow the hell down over his own grunts and whines.

So from that time forward you push him onto his back and motion him to stay there with an upheld finger. He's pouting but he does what you tell him to, knowing he'll enjoy this too, because he enjoys anything you do with him. His hands don't stay still though, cupping your ass while you're straddling him. Your brow lifts in a nonverbal 'watch it' and he grins sweetly in response, sharp canines glinting and eyes flitting to your bare chest.

He's eager and impatient but has no choice other than to follow the pace you're setting. You pull your lower half over his abdomen and can already feel his dick poking upwards in his pants. If you drag this out just to tease him he'll squirm restlessly and breathe little "hm"s, because he knows asking you to hurry along won't get him anywhere. His hands stay glued to your ass, giving suggestions of what he isn't going to say out loud, lightly pressing you down on each backward shift and hoping that will do the trick.

It doesn't. What does is the little "please" he huffs out on a particularly nice grind, the way his eyebrows draw together in frustration. You take pity on him and move to shimmy down his pants, which he is all too happy to help with by raising his butt off the mattress, lifting your weight along with it and balancing you in the air on his hips for a moment. He's proud of the amused reaction it gets out of you, closes his eyes when your palm travels over the hills of his abs and up to his pecs, fingers weaving beneath the straps of his excuse of a shirt and cupping his tit. He has to sink down again, your knees firmly planted to his sides once more.

A small kick gets his pants off fully and his dick bobs against his belly, finally free. It's hefty, especially now that he got so worked up. The regular pattern of bumps just under the thick head is a deep pink leaning on red with how badly it needs attention. You settle over his knees and run your hands up and down his thighs, watching his dick jump every time you get close. He groans and lets his head fall into the pillow. "Pleaaase-" His voice pitches higher in surprise when your lubed hand closes around his base and squeezes just a little. Small tugs up and down send his chest heaving and you start pumping in earnest. The first orgasm is always just enough to take the edge off for him, his oni heritage granting him enough stamina to go on and on as long as he´s stimulated.

You add your second hand, run both up his shaft and concentrate your efforts on the tip, thumbing the slit and rubbing small circles into the sensitive part just underneath. The glide is getting easier with how much he's leaking, the sounds of your movements getting wetter.

Itto is taking in gulps of air by now, holding on to your thighs with scrunched shut eyes. "Close- closecloseclose-" he rushes out and comes with a full-body jolt that rocks you back and forth with him. He moans as cum paints white lines over his torso. You stroke him through it, feel each pulse beneath your fingers, your pussy throbbing along with every twitch.

Itto lays a hand over your wrist to signal you to stop. "Let me catch my breath for a sec- oh, holy shit!" he laughs, wiping a stray splash of cum off his chin and licking it off his palm without even thinking about it. You offer him your fingers to clean up as well, watch his mouth open and his tongue greeting them happily. He's careful of his sharp teeth not grazing your skin.

A slightly different angle to your hips alleviates the ache in your pants just a little. You grind into his muscled thigh which he props up for easier access, meanwhile closing his lips around your thumb and sucking on it. He releases the finger with a pop and grins again as if to say "there, all clean!".

"Good job," you praise and his eyes sparkle brighter.

His dick hadn't gone anywhere near soft in the meantime, but he'd recovered enough to keep going, just as eager as he was minutes ago, if covered in so much cum that his entire chest and stomach glisten with it.

You reach past him to retrieve the black rectangular case from the nightstand and his feet wiggle behind you in giddy anticipation. You pull the zipper open and hold the case between you two.

"Which one do you want today?"

He hums as his eyes travel from one sounding rod to the next. He likes the rose bud a lot, and the ribbed one, but he eventually pulls a thicker straight one from the loop keeping it secure and holds it up to you. It's almost as thick as a finger and you take it from him to warm the metal between your hands before lubing up one end.

Itto's on his best behaviour: he lays back without being told and waits for your hand to hold his dick steady. The rod slips over the wet head, sending shivers through him before you start gently pressing the tip into the slit. It opens up beautifully, well-trained and used to the girth. The slow push of the rod fills his cock to the halfway point, where you reverse the action and pull it out again.

"Mmmh- more?" Itto sighs and he's being so good that you push the rod in even deeper this time. His moans get more drawn out the longer the slide lasts, until you eventually press your thumb down on the rod to make it disappear inside him fully. Letting go, it travels back out a centimeter or two just to get pushed in by you again.

"S'good," Itto drawls and you decide it's finally your turn to get some relief. You make quick work of your pants, shuffle out of them and throw them to the side to straddle Itto once more, wet folds coming to rest on his hard length with the rod peeking out on top, trapping it between you and his abs. Finally having direct pressure on your clit is so good that you fall into an easy rhythm from here. You push the rod further in whenever it slips out too far between ruts and Itto absent-mindedly rubs his hands over your thighs and sides, eyes half-lidded and mouth open while he watches you above him.

Grinding back and forth you slide over the textured part of his dick just right and bear down harder, leaning forward and holding yourself up on his shoulders. Itto uses the position to his advantage, ducks his head to fit his lips around a nipple and messily lap at it. His arms are around you now, pulling you closer and the shift gives you the best angle yet to chase your high. Quick rocks and snaps of your hips make you both gasp, Itto moaning into your tit when the sounding rod fully slips out with the force of your thrusts. He groans and gives a particular harsh suck and ruts into your folds from below, just as close as you are to your peak.

Your joined rhythm falters quickly, Itto is the first to tumble over the edge. Spurts of cum repeatedly glaze his already messy abs and make the glide of your pussy that much more easy. Your fingers close around his bicep, digging in for leverage, not letting him move even with his body going boneless because you're so close that you can almost taste that free-fall feeling and-- it hits you, hard and fast and so so good. You're pushing down as much as you can to keep that perfect friction on your clit while your entrance repeatedly clamps around nothing until you pitch forward, sprawling over Itto's front.

You sigh happily, which he echoes in kind. He draws a long lazy line down your back and a circle into your ass cheek, eventually looping an arm around you while you both come down.

"Don't wanna get up," he mumbles into your temple.

"Not going to sleep all sticky," you counter.

"Hngh. Eat you out while you wash my hair?"

"Deal," you say and lightly slap his thigh to gather enough motivation to stumble to the shower.

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the fun of robofucking is the whole mix-and-match DIY ´ten cool tricks for you to try´ though! he can put on whatever he wants as long as there´s a part for it!

dildo? vibrator? power drill? hell, he´ll hang up that cupboard you got from ikea two weeks ago- look at his thing go wrrrrr!

I would fuck a robot. Ever seen Svarog from the game honkai star rail? Idk why he got pants on...whats he trynna hide...

LMAOAOAO

do u think a robots dick hurts tho? like do u think it feels like metal with fake skin around it

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My favourite trope ever is a character's magic/power being affected by their emotions

Dude would have cryo crackling right beneath his skin whenever he's genuinely pissed and he huffs out cold snowy clouds change my mind

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the tragedy of wriothesley is that even long after his sentence has been served, even after he fought and clawed his way to the top, after he reformed the fortress' inner workings- it is still an iron ball chained to his ankle. a cage of his own choosing- because he must have not been able to imagine a life for himself in which meropide was not only prison but also home, in the way it had held and sheltered him in its cold and damp innards for years- once he'd driven the previous head warden out like a dog chasing a rat. so he took his seat in the warden's chair and began governing the place that had raised him.

he takes his rare days of leave above the surface knowing he'll make the endless elevator ride down again when the day is done. The motto of meropide greets him from the walls every time the doors finally slide open, and he reads the words even though he knows them not in his heart but in his soul.

if i were especially unfair i could accuse him of being afraid of what true freedom would do to him. he'd have to shatter the pot he'd sat in for so long that his roots had molded themselves to the shape and i think he would wilt a little with nowhere to fit himself into among regular fontanians.

so he holds freedom at an arm's length. he gives it lopsided smiles and playful winks over the edge of his hulking work desk, might take its hand and dance a small circle through his office, but never lets it lean in close enough to kiss.

maybe, through a haze of memories of blood seeping into floorboards, running out of him and staining the wood a deep red, he still thinks he isn't deserving of its gentle touch.

meropide holds its jaws around him and he keeps living with its wet breath at his neck, because no other place ever cared to house him quite as possessively- as if it needed him to continue living, not the other way around.

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everything I say and do when ovulating isn’t real and also when I’m on my period so basically there’s 1 week a month where I’m the real me unburdened and unclouded by hormones and emotions

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the urge to fit my hands around lyney's waist just to see how far my fingers can reach... sighs

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Degenerate solidarity ✨️

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hiii hruu

can i get a needy Gepard with a shy lover

we all know he is a gentlemen but how will this go would he take it slow even tho he is needy or nah

u can ignore if u dont feel like it have a bice day <3

I'm pretty good actually. Got to take care of some important irl stuff so now I feel more relaxed.

Pairing: Gepard Landau x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle to rough sex, possessiveness, quickie, clit rubbing, being needy, gentleman Gepard Landau

A/N: The best combo is being a gentleman and being good in bed.

Gepard is a gentleman who wants to take his time courting you and winning your heart through acts of service

Gepard is a needy man who has to jerk off every day before work so he doesn't get a boner as soon as he sees you

Gepard is a gentleman who kisses your hand upon seeing you and always listens to everything you have to say with great interest

Gepard is a needy man who hates the idea of other men talking to you in such a flirty way because only he, your boyfriend, can talk to you like that

Gepard is a gentleman who puts your pleasure first, always, even if that means he doesn't get to come

Gepard is a needy man who will beg you, not with his words but his big blue eyes, for a quickie, a blowjob, riding him, anything as long as it gets the pressure in his pants to go away

Gepard is a gentleman who is always happy to go down on you, absolutely drown himself in your pussy and it's taste until you're a shaking mess

Gepard is a needy man who gets on all fours for you when you tell him to and keeps perfectly still while you jerk him off and massage his full, heavy balls until he comes all over the sheets and your hand

Gepard is a gentleman who bites you very lightly, his possessive nature peaking through while he's still balls deep inside of you and telling you he will always be your protector

Gepard is a needy man who needs to come inside you every so often to claim your pretty pussy as his

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i love the genshin fandom bc ppl will be like, “i want this man to rail me,” and the guy in question looks like a girl

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i want to fly gepard off jarilo vi just to watch him find his bearings in any other context than him being belobog´s shield and silvermane captain. i want to take his face into my hands and ask him: who are you, gepard landau, when you don´t bear the weigth of a whole city on your shoulders? when you don´t have to be anyone but yourself, when the noose of your lineage does not lie around your neck?

how does it feel, to breathe easy for the first time in your life?