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Circe took another sip from her glass while keeping an inviting smile to keep up the playful facade despite being stared at like a piece of fresh meat. His gaze constantly moved down to her chest with clear interest. Nothing guarded his alcohol fueled mind and because of it she could clearly see a thick cloud of desire together with intimate fantasies. Each fantasy was involving Circe performing sexual acts with a hungry fever that seemed far removed from reality and caused her feel nauseous. Clearly he believed there was something compatible between them worth exploring but his desires didn’t step above predatory desperation. These specimens were slimy but harmless which worked 

perfectly for their purpose. 

“Its not about the money, it's about getting things for free and make them believe they are in charge.” Circe sometimes forgot how sheltered Nunnally's upbringing had been compared to her own experiences as the daughter of a weaver and a pearl diver. Spending time with Astarion’s spoiled wife was challenging as it sometimes led to endless disputes and frustrations where Circe wanted to spank Nunnally’s behind. Other times it brought on protective feelings while also giving Circe an urge to push her toward new experiences. “Believe me, these fellows are harmless.” There were far worse men out there who would spike drinks or lure women to dangerous places. As long as they played it safely without leaving there was no issue. “But just in case we should probably prepare a safe word for when it’s time to leave.” 

“Ah, yes, I’m so desperate for company.” Circe giggled while using one hand as a fan to get some cold air against her face. “Well, cousin, our family could be filled with literature enthusiasts who adore the bard.” This was getting better and better. Nunnally seemed to like this idea of new identities. Hopefully nothing would disturb their moment of innocent fun. “That’s perfect.” She purred while rearranging the other bra strap. A motion that instantly caught more attention. How easily swayed one could be. As if they had never seen a real woman before. “You are posh, just own it. It’ll be more convincing that way.” 

Circe turned to Nunnally with a smirk. “Of course, darling, you managed to catch Astarion after all.” @lured-into-wonderland

Circe had no interest whatsoever to get intimate with men or let Nunnaly hook up with a stranger. This was just a night out to get away from the monotone reality she had been trapped in for so long. This dingy place was not one of those classy places her new friend would normally visit but it was all on purpose to give her an adventurous experience. Luxurious restaurants and classy hotels were already familiar to someone like Nunnaly and it was time to widen her horizon a bit. To learn what reality looked like for people with less double zeros in their bank accounts. Admittedly this could be viewed as a form of rich girl tourism where ordinary people’s lives were observed for a short amount of time and it would probably not amount to any real revelations for Nunnaly. Any experience, good or bad, might however color how she viewed people of the lower class. 

“Because I’m bored and this looks like good entertainment.”  She grinned at Nunnaly’s exasperation before taking another sip from her glass. The two men spoke to each other while eyeing Nunnaly and Circe with clear intent. How cute. They actually thought there was a shot for them to get laid with either of them. “And we can get free drinks if we play our cards right.” She winked at Nunnaly before lying down her glass in order to rearrange the bra strap and turquoise blouse. All while being acutely aware of the hungry gazes of their observers. 

“Don’t worry. We’ll be safe as long as we keep our eyes open.” She cooed happily before adding. “First rule, don’t give out your real number or address. Number two, always keep an eye on your drink and never leave it unattended. Drink up before you go to the bathroom.” She picked up the glass again to take another sip. “Third, don’t leave the bar alone if you feel more than tipsy, we girls have to stick together.” Circe intended to keep herself sober enough to keep them both safe from unsavory people and dangerous situations. “Motorcycle man is yours then, just be charming and sweet and he’ll eat out of your hand.” After a moment she spoke again while rolling locks between two fingers.“I’ll be university student Desdemona, who do you wanna be?”

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Circe leaned back against the pillows while a grape was slowly placed between her purple colored lips. Wet black locks gleamed with white pearls covering her full breasts. A towel was draped around the hips.

She had been prepared for this moment. Several rites had been done to appease this lusting Goddess. As an oracle it was Circe's duty to give away her body in sacred rites to keep the peace or bring fortune. This was neither her first or last encounter. Many lords had searched Circe's wisdom since she was brought to this temple of heavy fumes.

The uttered question was met with playful laughter and a knowing smile. She listened closely while admiring every curve. From the golden hair and perky nipples to what lay below her bellybutton. Those gleaming eyes seemed to invite her to a sweet and playful game that could turn rough.

Circe's lips opened up before turning into a smile. "Is that what you prefer my dear?" Eyelashes fluttered for a moment as she watched her companion move to sit up. "A hungry fight for dominance." Each word came out as a sensual whisper as she took a grape before gently offering it to her. "I am a greedy lover but I won't let you leave without something in return..." One hand slowly searched its way along the Goddess' slender skin down to rest between her legs.

"We have the whole night for ourselves, love."

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For Regalia, what is the best position when seducing domeone?

The question lingered in the atmosphere, a delicate mix of innocence and intrigue, as subtle as the gentle buzz of a bee on a warm summer afternoon. The flickering candlelight cast playful shadows over her bare skin, accentuating the curves of her alluring figure. The stillness enveloped them, punctuated only by the soft rustle of the sheets. Suddenly, a low, throaty laugh emerged from the shadows, where a silhouette broke free from the gloom, revealing a figure with striking golden eyes and a knowing grin.

"Ah, my dear." She purred, the personification of desire, her voice smooth and inviting like fine silk. She reclined languorously on the plush bedspread, her eyes glinting with playful mischief. "The ideal position, you wonder? It's all about the balance of power and surrender, the art of giving and receiving. In the seductive waltz, there’s no singular 'best' stance. It’s the dance of longing and fulfillment that truly matters."

Her voice flowed like a captivating melody, each word wrapping around the stillness of the room, leaving a heady aroma of temptation in its wake. She propped herself up, her breasts gently bouncing with the motion, as the candlelight bathed her generous curves in a warm glow. Her hands glided over the contours of her hips, fingers teasingly tracing the sensitive skin.

"When you take the lead." She continued, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur. "You hold the reins. You control the tempo, shape the rhythm, and determine the depth of the connection. It’s about seizing what you crave, like a long-coveted treasure, and embracing it with the fervor that desire demands."

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Mun talking. I've been quiet for some time and focused on working with cosplay, doing chores or just taking it easy. I'm trying to get back to studying as I still have 3 assignment left to do. Since I have no summer job and my university course is on break from june to august I have free time to get stuff done. The problem as usual is to actually get the work done. I want to get back to roleplaying and might pop in here and there :3

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“Masters of fear are tapping into a deep well of dark energy to gain self preservation unlike the Jedi who shy away from it’s true potential. Remember children, fear alert us when danger is approaching. It gives us the instincts to fight, run, hide or freeze. Before rushing into battle it is of great importance to evaluate who your enemy is, what kind of person they are and can you in fact stand your ground? If you cannot do so, then you’ll die before lifting your lightsaber. If you run, can you guarantee that the enemy won’t attack from behind? Most likely, no. As for hiding, you might be able to do so, unless your enemy has already found you.”“The instinct to freeze is numbing and lead to inaction, it’s costly, demonstrably so. The enemy could strike you down at any moment. They might not be honorable enough to wait for your next move. It’s the most deadly instinct but can be valuable in some cases as it’s where the unmovable sister of fear resides. She is the biting numb force that force you to find clarity. She is the heart of fear itselfs. Most of you will never find her. Some of you will turn to wrath, greed or jealousy for guidance. Some might even tap into the dark aspects of lust.” “But pure fear. That road is very difficult to master as it is a thin line between cowardice and conquest, between sanity and insanity. Some get deeply lost while others, blossom.” Each word of Echo’s master rang clear while a bitingly cold sensation bit down in her stomach before spreading like a fast pace disease. There was no point in fighting in a battle she couldn’t survive. The enemy had her corned already with an overwhelming bloodlust and glee surrounded him. Echo was a curiosity in his little game and knowing this it was pointless to simply run away. “No. I’m. I just, want to go home…” Echo could feel another stream of blod rinning down while frost settled down her lungs. Sounds of a rattling tamburine grew stronger as the lightsaber nearly dropped down.   

“I’m. Not…a Jedi…” Her teeth clattered despite a tropical sun gazing down upon them. Pale clouds rose from the open mouth. So many voices shattered loudly while every muscle got stiff from tensing up with cold. Unintangible words hissing with anger or mockery before being drowned out with a deep husky voice. “Oh, I know him so well. The Jedi killer. He’s out to kill you little one. He’s stronger and far more experienced, he’ll be so upset if you don’t entertain him for a little while.” The voice speaking directly into Echo’s ear swirled like those mountain winds of Sibaria where master had dropped them all to face its ferocious wild life. Within its deep cave system she had nearly lost all fingers while scavenging for crystalls among long forgotten ruins dedicated to the Untamed sisters.   

“But, I can’t.” Tears flooded as Echo felt one sharpened nail moving across her flushed cheek. A snowflake was formed there for anyone to see. “Don’t waste my gifts little girl.” There was a short silence. “It would be a pity to see you die. Very few follow the path of fear anymore and most are not worthy.”

 Echo swayed from side to side while facing Grievous directly. “The Unmovable sister is sending her regards…” Echo mumbled through trembling lips. “I used to be a dancer.” With that she lifted her lightsaber and had its baby blue blade lit up. “And a clown.” With several swings she cut off droid legs while sliding feet down a sand dune. Her head was leaned back to watch Grievous next move. @fallesto

The general observed the chaos unfolding below him, his mechanical eyes taking in the scene with cold calculation. His droids had encountered some form of psychological disturbance, but it was clear they had the situation under control. The creatures were being exterminated with ruthless efficiency, their shrieks piercing the air before being silenced by the relentless barrage of blaster fire.

Yet, amidst the carnage, there was something peculiar about the Jedi's demeanor that intrigued him. He had expected a fiercer resistance, a display of the Jedi's legendary prowess. Instead, she seemed lost and overwhelmed, a stark contrast to the stoic warriors he had come to despise.

With a hiss of gleeful anticipation, he descended from his vantage point, his two lightsabers igniting with a bright glow that reflected off the metallic surfaces of his droids.

The Jedi, Echo, was now in his sights. She was trembling, a clear sign of weakness, and that only served to bolster his confidence. He had faced countless Jedi, and not one had ever made him feel anything but contempt. But this one, this youngling, she was different. Her fear was like a beacon, calling out to the darkness within him, promising a sweet victory.

As he approached, his droids parted like a sea of cold, unfeeling steel, creating a path for their master. The sand beneath their feet whispered of their master's approach, a stark contrast to the chaos of the dying creatures and the cacophony of the droids' mechanical battle cries. They were his tools, his extensions, and they knew better than to fail him today.

His chest plate expanded with each deep breath, a symphony of hissing and clanking as he drew closer to the trembling figure of Echo. Her lightsaber, a symbol of hope and justice in the galaxy, was a mere toy in his eyes. He had faced and bested those who wielded them many times before, and he looked forward to adding another notch to his collection of Jedi kills.

“Lay down your weapon Jedi scum and surrender, you must know, you cannot overcome our forces, you have been bested.”

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What did he mean by hunter? ”Huh?” Circe turned to look at her but had no time to react until a knife was buried in her throat with blood spluttering from its wound. It stung in a way that seemed undignified for a sin. Not only the pain but how a mortal managed to cause such damage without using any special abilities. This body was still human enough to feel pain and the healing process was slower than expected. All she managed to do was let out gurgling noises and gripping her slow healing throat. She was too self confident. Too careless. Thinking that mortals wouldn’t challenge a sin with powers of a witch. This was awful. How did humans deal with this pain? Damn it. Damn it all. Why didn’t anyone help her? Elsie? Rose?  What good was her wives when they didn’t even try to do anything? Damn. This was awful. She had given them everything and instead of picking up a weapon they let the doe become a successful hunter. Curse them all. Wretched whores. All they were good for was a good fucking. No loyalty whatsoever. “Fu…sh…” Stop running you idiots. Come back. Tears well down at the utter betrayal while the knife dug deeper before being tugged out with a fountain of blood spraying onto the table. When stumbling backwards she kept holding her throat while focusing on healing. Though it didn’t take long until she was pushed onto her stomach and attacked again and again with severe fury.

She would have to find new wives. Better ones. More prone to violence. Warriors who could protect her from such humility…

Sophie was frozen in place and stared at the lifeless body. There was so much blood everywhere. Everyone ran away. Except this violent woman. A whimper escaped as a cold blade rested against her throat. “I, I don’t think you are a doe!” She closed her eyes while trembling visibly. “You, you are very, very brave and strong. You are a hunter…” Both hands gripped at the blue skirt as she spoke. “I know where you can get more weapons, so, so you can hunt better. My…husband to be is a knight with a lot of swords…” @fallesto

There eyes narrowed at the sight of Circe, his body language screaming defiance despite the softness of his new form. He was less than impressed with her games, her mockery, and her blatant display of power. The rage that had fueled his existence as the Sin Archbishop of Greed now burned with the intensity of a thousand suns, threatening to consume him from the inside out. He watched as Circe toyed with her latest conquest, her touches and kisses a stark contrast to the fiery determination that pulsed through his veins. He knew that if he didn't act soon, he would be lost to the very thing he had always despised: weakness.

His hand tightened around the hilt of his dagger, the leather creaking under the pressure of his grip.

He took a step forward, the fabric of his dress brushing against his legs with a sound that seemed to echo through the room. His voice was a low growl, filled with the promise of violence.

"I am not your doe, witch. I am the hunter, and I have come for what is mine."

With a swift, decisive motion, he lunged at Circe, the dagger in his hand glinting in the firelight. His aim was true, and the blade sank into her throat with a sickening crunch. Blood spurted out, painting the floor with crimson splatters. For a moment, the area was silent except for the harsh sound of his breathing and the gurgling noises coming from Circe's mouth.

He watched as her eyes widened in shock and pain, her grip on Sophie loosening as she clutched at the weapon embedded in her neck. The witch's power thrashed around the area, a maelstrom of dark energy that sent the other wives scattering like leaves in a storm. They screamed and wailed, their expressions a mix of fear and betrayal. As he pushed it in deeper, like knife to butter, he ran it across, he was not to be mocked, toyed with and insulted, he did as he wished, he killed as he wanted, doe .. doe .. doe that pet name, he loathed it, he loathed anyone speaking down to him.

He didn't waste a moment. He yanked the dagger free, the metallic scent of blood now mixing with the cloying sweetness of the forest. Circe stumbled backward, her hands clutching at her throat, trying to stem the flow of crimson that spurted between her fingers. As he kicked her down onto the ground, stabbing her in the back, the sides, over and over, before he stepped up and breathed out, spitting onto the floor, as he looked down. “Your next.” He said as he grabbed the women there, the one that had been taken and put the blade to her throat, he killed, it was what he did, ruthless, and without mercy, against this that show him no respect, and thy have shown him, no respect at all.

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Time had fared well for them both but Circe could feel the anger and determination swirling around with a scent of lavender. Desires had marked her heart with a torment too heavy to carry. A witches scent in itself was alluring to some but it was even harder to resist when overtaken by a sin. No wonder she came back with such hatred. Denying what nature had given could tear anyone apart. Wouldn’t it be so much easier to give in and take the ultimate prize? Bed Circe. Golden eyes gleamed as a familiar voice demanded attention while a gentle glow flickered from the fireplace. All but Sophie knew who had entered. Everyone else had left hours ago or rested in their rooms. A toothy smile was visible as Circe kept staring at the newcomer. One hand cupped Sophie’s breast and massaged lightly. Both to keep their discussion civil by holding a hostage and to keep her future wife affectionate. “I’m not hiding.” Circe cooed while stealing a few kisses from Sophie. Though she was at the moment desiring another woman and began to fantasize about it while growing more affectionate. It was heating between her legs. A burning desire Circe never could get rid of no matter how many wives she bedded. A strange yearning that was foreign to a sin but common among mortals. “Why have you returned little doe?” It was too hard to resist mocking the misguided hatred. Circe had never forced her to stay or take part. If anything she mercifully had given a clear choice without force or violence. Those lingering feelings were something most humans experienced at some point. “Did you miss me?” She spoke with a seductive voice before kissing along Sophie’s neck. The result was a symphony of gasps and moans. While leaving large love bites she kept watching the angered doe. As if to silently say, this could be you. There was a certain level of tension among Circe’s wives as her seduction was going a bit too far without an official wedding ceremony. They were jealous and believed Sophie would be favored above the others. How silly. This was just a game to haul in a bigger fish. Why didn’t they grasp that? Oh well. Circe would reward them soon. Wedding or not. Their jealousy could turn into violence and the only way to keep them calm was intimacy. All of their arguments were easily solved with a long winded orgy.  

“Have you changed your mind, love?” Two fingers gently rubbed Sophie’s nipple as she spoke again. @fallesto

But he was not so easily broken.

For them, the once-feared Sin Archbishop of Greed, now a woman, had tasted the bitterness of his transformation. The curse had not only altered his physical form but had also invaded the very fabric of his being, weaving a tapestry of vulnerability and desire. Despite the initial shock and revulsion, he found a strange allure in the witch's power, an allure that both terrified and intrigued him. He knew that if he didn't act soon, he would be lost to the seductive embrace of his newfound urges.

With a steely resolve, they turned his back on the retreating images of Circe and her harem, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. He had to find a way to regain control, to reverse this twisted fate. His boots crunched through the underbrush as he sprinted through the moonlit forest, the cool night air whispering across his bare skin like the caress of a thousand invisible lovers. Each step was a declaration of his refusal to succumb to the siren's call of lust that had so easily ensnared the others.

The scent of the earth grew stronger as he pushed deeper into the woods, the darkness wrapping around him like a comforting embrace. The trees whispered secrets of ancient battles and lost souls, but he was not here to listen to their ghostly laments. His mind was a maelstrom of thoughts, searching for a way to break free from this prison of softness and need. He knew that to find the answers, he would have to confront the very source of his torment.

Days turned into nights as he trekked through the unforgiving wilderness, his once-graceful steps now heavy and determined. The forest was a labyrinth of shadows, each twist and turn a silent challenge to his newfound vulnerability. Yet, the more he ran, the more he felt the pull of the witch's power, a siren's song that grew louder with each passing moment. It was a call that resonated within the core of his being, a seductive melody that spoke to the greed he had so fervently tried to bury.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow across the underbrush as he emerged from the trees. His eyes searched the horizon, a mix of hope and dread coloring his gaze. He had come to a decision - he would face Circe again, confront the very source of his transformation, and demand the return of his true form. The journey had been a battle of wills, a test of his resolve against the whispers of his own desires. Yet here he was, back where he had begun, the witch's cottage a beacon in the distance. As he would make his way back, removing the dagger they had, a witch was not meant to be, there time had come as they would slip back, having found them again.

“I am not some young doe, who runs at danger, I am not a coward, I can hear you, smell you, don’t you dare mock me!”

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One hand grabbed the toy and moved it rhythmically. Happy sighs escaped her wide open mouth while she grinded visibly. Eyes gleamed playfully in gold while Circe mouthed, come and claim me when you are ready. No matter what was spoken it was clear as day how much longing resided within her. For now it was pure stubbornness and an old fashioned prudishness in the way of their union but sooner or later it would crumble. Faith had tied them together in such an intimate way even though they had only spoken once. But there was no doubt about it. Circe would have her as a wife. A treasure to cherish for all eternity…

Instead of running after her like a herder with a lost lamb she simply laughed before removing the toe from suckling lips. “Make love to me Elsie.” The tone was soft and loving as she sat down to deliver neck kisses. “Ah, yes, yes Circe, my love.” After more kisses and caressing hands she guided Elsie between her own legs while pretending it was the shy doe that had refused an union. Each thrust that pushed the toy deeper had Circe moan loudly while sharing each sensation with everyone else. Hands grabbed at Elsie’s hair as they sped up. Had it been a mistake to let her go? The need to have her burned no matter how hard Elsie treated her body. 

Circe had to find the doe woman again… To find new women was easy. Many had been suppressing their desires and were easily lured in. It began with friendly talks that gradually turned into flirting. Most of them were somewhat confused but flattered. Five or six meetings later they began to flirt back a bit clumsily as most of them were not used to such things with women. Others knew exactly what was going on and either rejected it or went along with it willingly. Gradually she gathered more than ten wives. At this point she started to get into problems. To travel all over the country with twenty women looked suspicious and gathered more attention. She had to find a permanent home for everyone without anyone finding out. Though she found it increasingly hard to focus between wedding orgies and fishing for another wife…  “It’s alright, beloved. We can wait until our wedding vows.” Circe whispered gently while holding Sophie closer. A noble woman who had recently run away from home to escape an arranged marriage. A poor little thing that clumsily tried to sell herself. Instead she found Circe who had paid for both food and room at the inn for some time. It was an inn Circe and her wives had stolen after murdering the owners. They had picked the perfect hiding spot with new wandering guests that often resulted in new wives or workers, sometimes both. While she whispered sweet nothings there was someone entering the door and drove in a familiar scent.

The doe woman… @fallesto

They stepped back again, shaking his head. The very thought of succumbing to such base desires made his skin crawl. He was not like these creatures, these...things that Circe had turned into her personal playthings. He had a purpose, a destiny that did not include becoming a mere pawn in a witch's twisted game. His mind raced with thoughts of escape, of how he could regain control of his life. He had to find a way to reverse this curse, to become whole again.

So they watched witch's smile grew wider at his rejection, and she leaned back, her fingers still toying with the wetness between her legs. As they stepped back again. The fabric of his dress clinging to his new body as he moved away from her outstretched hand. They where not going to fall here and now and become part of this harem.

With a sudden burst of speed, fueled by his desperation and the lingering spark of his former power, they turned and sprinted into the forest. The leaves and branches whipped at his face and bare legs as he ran, the sound of his booted feet pounding against the earth like the beat of a frantic drum. His breath came in ragged gasps, his heart racing in his chest. He had to get away, to find a way to undo this curse before it consumed him completely.

The forest was a blur of shadow and light as he weaved through the trees, the moon casting eerie patterns on the ground. The scent of damp earth and the sweetness of blooming flowers mingled with the musk of the witch's lust, a cloying reminder of the scene he had just left behind. His mind raced with the knowledge that he had been so close to falling under her spell, to becoming just another mindless drone in her twisted harem.

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Circe’s wives watched as she moved away from them. Each one grew more jealous as they noticed who was getting all her attention. Jealousy and annoyance of being robbed of more pleasure. Despite this she was smiling widely while inching closer to someone who had yet been initiated into her harem. There was a delicious struggle of swirling emotions that left a sweet taste upon Circe’s tongue. A desperate need to explore this pale beauty. To touch soft breasts. To feel her trembling tongue dance between moving hips. To satisfy every dirty need that lingered behind the frantic expressions. Circe watched as she moved away like a frightened deer. Instead of closing in yet again she stopped and looked down at another wife who lay on the ground. Poor thing. Slowly she moved one foot towards her mouth. The big toe poked against rose red lips while she nodded twice. This one wished to be stepped on and adored feet among other things. It wasn’t too bizarre compared to some other strange desires and these needs were relatively easy to fulfill. “My dear, you are denying yourself what your body long for. I felt it while making love to my beloved Rose. Everyone here wasted away like withering flowers until I freed them. We are all married to each other and share our love. Which reminds me.” Circe turned half way to nod at her wives. It didn’t take long until they all hunched down to Rose with loving kisses and touches that gradually grew bolder. Exploring fingers between warm folds. Kissing along nipples. Lips locked together. Rose eagerly kissed them all while palming a woman with inked skin. “We all love each other.” She faced her desired prey with a soft expression. “What’s mine will be yours if you so wish.” While speaking she promptly pushed one toe into the moaning mouth of her feet loving wife. “You can have anyone and they welcome you with spread legs.” One hand moved down between her own legs where the sex toy still rested. “This power is far more potent than anything else.” “The power of lust.” @fallesto

They breathed out and they stumbled back, his heart racing as Circe approached. He felt the fabric of his dress tighten around his chest as he tried to put distance between them. The heels of his boots sank slightly into the soft earth as he took another step back, his eyes never leaving hers.

The woman beneath his feet groaned in protest as he stepped away, her eyes still glazed with desire. He felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the fear that gripped him. He couldn't let this be his fate, to be one of Circe's mindless playthings. The thought of losing himself to the curse was more terrifying than any battle he had ever faced.

The heels of his boots dug into the soil as he retreated further, the sound echoing through the quiet meadow. The witch's eyes followed his every move, her smile never fading. It was a smile that spoke of a deep understanding, as if she knew his struggle better than he did himself. Her gaze was unnerving, but he couldn't bring himself to look away.

The woman near his feet whimpered again as he stepped back, her eyes flickering with a mix of pain and longing. She was beautiful, her body a canvas of desire that Circe had painted with her dark magic. He felt his resolve waver, his body responding to the scene before him despite his mind's protests. The softness of his new form was a stark contrast to the cold steel of his power, and he found himself wondering what it would be like to give in, to let go of the rage that had fuelled his existence for so long.

But as he stumbled back, the heels of his boots sinking slightly into the soft earth, he remembered who he was. The Sin Archbishop, the one who had once stood tall and proud, feared by all. He would not become a mere plaything for a witch's amusement, a puppet dancing to the tune of her twisted desires. He took a deep breath, the scent of sex still heavy in the air, and focused on the anger that burned within him. It was a fire that could never be extinguished, a driving force that had led him to conquer and destroy.

"Stay the fuck away from me!"

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"Why do you reject his love?" Clarimonde finally stopped moving to stare at him with a blank expression. The tone was light hearted and almost playful. "Don't be silly, he watches over me. I'm his loyal follower. He told me so while holding my cheeks with his beautiful hands." Cheeks turned pink as they spoke with adoration. @kitxkatrp

"I have no need nor want for such a thing. So no thanks. You can keep your God all to yourself. And just a warning, this isn't the city to be asking those kinds of loaded questions. With some people, it can get you shot."

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“For being a man you seem to be well versed about the injustice towards women.” Circe mused before blinking at what he told her about reproduction facts and childbearing. Humankind has truly come far regarding discoveries in biology. Most people from her own time had very low opinions about women that nearly resembled hatred. Especially philosophical thinkers who reflected about humanity’s role in the world. Her solace had always been stories about powerful women such as Aphrodite or Athena rather than listening to men who made women miserable. But according to Nikolai there was at least some effort to look deeper into things rather than holding on to old perspectives. It was a comforting thought. “Is that so? I had no idea.”  

Circe was well aware of what cheating was. It happened all the time in her own culture and could almost be viewed as a form of tradition with how common orgies were. “Believe me, most men I met snuck away with some young lad or had a mistress to the side. Some women too. Though they were better at hiding it, most of the time.” She decided to keep quiet of her own exploits as a seducer of women. Most of Circe’s relationships had been very passionate but they had never been contained to one partner at the time. It was more or less a buffet of women warming her bed with some being cherished more often than others and one considered to be her true love. This was an unspoken arrangement that rarely spiraled into jealousy. Rarely…

Circe stayed silent as Nikolai shared his story of an unfaithful lover. What a passionate man. Driven by hurt and jealousy. Enough so to commit murder. “Good riddance, he was a coward who should have been honest about his desires.” She smacked her tongue and sighed deeply. Less men in the world only meant more available women. Nikolai’s lover probably deserved it. Though it did sound like a red flag for someone to instinctively kill a lover when finding out they were no longer faithful. If he reacted this strongly to such a thing one could only guess what might happen in other situations. Such a man was not to trample with. They loved too deeply and could only blossom with a kindred spirit. Whoever had catched Nikolai’s affection managed to somewhat steer him away from his murderous path, allegedly. It was too soon for her to evaluate his true nature. 

Circe wrinkled her nose when hearing Nikolai speak of the relationship he had with his significant lover. They had children together and yet he would end himself rather than caring for them alone. It sounded much like one of many tragic stories she had grown up with. When Orpheus crossed Hades' realm to bring his beloved home only to lose her when turning back. Star crossed lovers being separated by death itself and temporarily meeting before faith stepped in yet again. Circe wasn’t sure how to respond in this situation. Belittling his devotion would only cause strain on their conversation. Calling him selfish didn’t seem appropriate either. Who was she to judge who had the right to end themself or not anyway? She had felt numb loneliness after seeing her loved ones die again and again without aging herself. Wine didn’t taste as it should. Bread felt stale upon her tongue. Making love was the only thing keeping Circe from wasting away but it also caused tension when she wasn’t able to build deeper relationships. 

Could a child understand the reasoning without feeling unloved or abandoned? “Don’t end yourself around the children…” Circe whispered without looking at him directly. “Don’t let your dead body be their last memory of you. Make sure they feel loved and cared for before you go.” There wasn’t much else to be said. She couldn’t speak of what his children would feel or think. Hopefully there would be no resentment or unresolved issues left behind. Questions as to why their father decided to let go instead of staying with them.   

Circe slowly faced him again with a faint smile. “I could show you around, if that’s what you wish.” She slowly sat up while chewing more on the protein bar. “Hmm. If anyone’s still alive. I can barely sense anything but your heartbeat and a bird chewing on a worm.” @clown-demon

“How awful that such things taint the history of countries outside my own.” There was bitterness in Circe’s voice as she voiced her disgust for injustice towards women. How sad wasn’t it that men regarded them as unworthy of respect or decency? One would have believed child bearing to be something sacred and cherished as it was the gift of bringing life. But no, war was often more valuable and even celebrated even though it brought both death, disease and tragedy upon common people. Noble people or kings frothed by their mouths when conspiring against each other to take lands or lives while mothers, sisters or daughters became collateral damage in the coming violence. Such backwards thinking. “One would have thought people would have more understanding regarding child bearing as it takes at least one man and one woman but I guess some people are controlled by their dicks and muscles.” Circe scoffed while shaking her head. What he offered wasn’t exactly a full meal but some sort of bite sized baked goods. It wasn’t a cake or bread either. If she had to compare it to something it would be like having grapes in between meals or after a large feast. “Honey, oats and nuts.” Circe repeated and took a few more bites before chewing ever so slowly. After being left in the sun for so long without anything to eat or drink she had to ease her stomach into solid foods. Despite everything she still had a human body with the same functions as everyone else. She only survived this long due to her drinking rain water and feeding on insects before falling into unconsciousness. Circe’s soul had wandered to find an animal host and place her own heart on hold for a period of time but it wasn’t enough to sustain a body or make sure it didn’t go into a coma. It was impossible to leave for longer periods of time as the soul’s absence would eventually lead to her body dying.

“I admire your honesty. Some people would simply sugar coat their reasons and paint themselves as noble. It’s far easier to make excuses in order to appear innocent.” It was also a valid strategy to gain trust while gathering information and finding allies. Throwing everything on the table at once gave ammunition to potential enemies. For now she would guard herself while figuring out more about Nikolai and his whereabouts. “Your husband must be quite special, for you to make such a drastic change.” Circe took another sip of water while studying him closely. From the looks of it he had nothing but sincerity with each claim and so far no alarm bells had been ringing since his earlier warning. Granted, she was too exhausted to confirm true intentions with her gifts and Nikolai’s mind was probably guarded from prodding attempts anyway.

“You came here as an explorer of foreign lands? As an explorer, wouldn’t you like to know more about what’s worth seeing and experiencing?” Offering something in return of his kind deeds was to be expected from her point of view. Besides, she was curious about Nikolai and wanted to know more about the new world’s advancements. Perhaps she would figure out how to remove the remaining thirty spells. To finally leave this prison.

What would it be to start over in a civilization filled with centuries of cultural history and incredible advancements? @clown-demon

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I'm gonna slowly work through drafts for a little while. Welp, long OOC post incoming. I can't promise I'll be active for too long since I have an university assignment to do. I have to do an analysis of how a chosen museum work digitally based on their homepage and compare it to other museums with similar themes. I also have to present a digital activity that could be offered to said museum. I have two ideas, a digital memory based on the museum functioning as a pedagogic activity. I've also considered an English translation of the homepage. I picked the same museum as I'm writing about in my C-assignment and I've found some interesting museums that are somewhat similar. The museum I've chosen present objects that they present as "haunted" but it's presented in a way as if it's 100% certain each object are haunted by some ghost entity. The duo is working as ghost hunters and said museum talks about different folklore stories such as The shadow man and Annabelle. The museum is honestly more of a "OhhHHHhh look at this scaaary looking doooll." They also have a corner with Sami objects and talks about one of them being a cursed object... To be clear. The Sami population is considered Sweden's indigionous people and historically they have been severly discriminated against. Because of this it feels very icky to see Sami objects being presented in a museum with "haunted" objects. One museum that I've been thinking of that's in a similar realm of "haunted" objects and questionable things is Zac Bagan's museum. The general vibe I get is that the objects are "scaaary." For some reason he also has objects that once belonged to famous murderers or famous people who died in tragic accidents. Which...feels a tad bit questionable. He's also a famous ghost hunter who had his own tv show and several books. He has a huge digital pressence. I've considered to add a Voodoo museum that seems to be focused on presenting historical objects and how actual Voodoo or Hoodo practises are made. Though they don't have much of a digital pressence there is an internet store and a gallery with a few pictures. Based on the homepage they have been asked for advice by tv studios and has been teaching university students. One can also book a meeting with a Voodo practioner who teach about the craft, which sounds pretty cool. I do get the feeling that the museum is meant to be educational and interesting rather than portraying Voodo as something scary or othering. New Orleans Voodoo Museum & Voodoo Tours There is an Irish museum focusing on Irish folklore and storytelling that has much more of a digital pressence with a Spotify podcast and other social media. Instead of objects they have built beautiful environtments to give off a certain vibe. The homepage honestly have a beautiful and fairytale vibe that I adore. From what I gather there is an aim to educate about folklore together with history. http://www.leprechaunmuseum.ie/ Theres also a Japaneese museum that seems really interesting. Its a focus on japaneese folklore and history with old objects and the history behind them. Its definitly a museum focused on the educational aspects of each object as well as the storytelling. I generally get a proffesional feeling when scrolling through the homepage.  https://miyoshi-mononoke.jp/

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More blood flooded Echo’s nose as every single soldier was massacred or ripped apart. Guttural screams blended together with gnarly sounds of crunching bones. She nearly dropped her lightsaber while clumsily stumbling around sand dunes to keep a distance. It was increasibly hard to focus on anything with furious winged beasts screetching loudly everywhere. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Echo’s voices wasn’t supposed to rile up real monsters. How was she supposed to know there was a large nesting ground for flying reptiles above the large cliffs? But now she had them all in a tight grip and it was overwhelming. All of them were in her mind. Primal instincts of females protecting their younglings. They now searched for a large predator but couldn’t find one. Confusion and anger made them act out and slam against each other violently without even noticing Echo. Fear is a potent force unlike anything else but she was still not able to tame it fully. There was a risk of her drowning in the crushing storm and losing sense of who she was. “Master…” Where did she go? They were supposed to do this together. Echo needed someone to guide her back after releasing the voices. “Narkissos…” Tears began to spill as she longed for them. “I’m gonna find you Narkissos and we’ll never be apart again.” Each word was a whining noise coming from trembling lips. Then came sounds of roaring machinery and blasters. Echo gasped loudly and fell onto her stomach to avoid getting hit. While doing so she looked around to find somewhere to hide. There was no point in using her voices since droids couldn’t be mind controlled. It was better to leave this place. 

She had to leave. Now. Echo trembled visibly while hyperventilating. New tears welled up. Her eyes nearly rolled back when sensing an overwhelming fear within each monster as they struggled to fight another threat. Without even moving to sit up she held out a shaking hand before slowly closing it. Twenty droids imploded with electrical parts becoming flying projectiles and causing more chaos. 

It didn’t take long until the battle was over. But no one had even tried to attack Echo even though she was such an easy target. Each shot had soared above her head. Was it a good or bad thing? She kept trembling violently while holding a hard grip of white locks with one hand. The other hand was glued to her lightsaber. “I’m…not part of this war. I’m not a jedi. Why am I even here? I Don’t want to be here. I’m not a warrior. Narkissos. Master.” Echo stood up slowly. “I don’t have any secrets to tell you either!.” She spat out the words when facing the droids.  

“I just want to go home…” @fallesto

Echo breathed loudly while slowly counting each person who came running from afar. An army of screaming people with laser guns and shields. The Jedis were nowhere to be seen as of yet but there was a possibility it could change drastically very soon. One trembling hand gripped harder at the lightsaber as enemies ran along sand dunes. This was her first real test as a apprentice. It was about time her fears would become an intimate friend rather than a soul sucking demon. Turn fear into anger. Don't hide from it. Embrace it. Her body trembled violently. "Master, please guide me..." Each word was slowly stuttered while she swayed from side to side. Slowly opening up for the tormenting insults that came with her inner voices. A mealstrom of gut wrenching sentences in haunting tones. But it wasn't some other being speaking. All of it was part of her. Echo's mind swiftly reached out to every single soldier and spread her whispers. Blood began dripping down Echo's nose as she turned the whispers into a mental prison. The running army soon heard deafening screetching noises from a swarm of flesh eating birds large enough to grip and tear apart humanoid beings. Flapping of leather wings. Clicking noices from beaks. Sounds of gripping claws. "Master...they are. So many..."

Her conversation with herself conversation was cut short by the deafening roar of advancing droids. General Grievous had spotted them and the situation from the outskirts of the command base on this world.

His cold, mechanical eyes narrowed as he analyzed the situation.

The creatures were a distraction, a nuisance that could be dealt with swiftly.

But the Jedi... ah, they were the true prize.

He issued the orders in his grating, synthesized voice.

"Advance, my droids! Eliminate the beasts and capture the Jedi alive. I wish to see what the Republic sends to challenge me today."

The droids, responding to their master's command, surged forward with a cacophony of whirrs and clangs. They climbed over the dunes, their metallic bodies glinting in the harsh sunlight.

The creatures, driven mad by Echo's psychic onslaught, were no match for the disciplined firepower of the droids.

They fell quickly, their shrieks silenced by the relentless hailstorm of blaster fire.

The machines marched forward, this is what happened, this was how they operated, they are ruthless, cold and without mercy as they slaughter anything that was alive, they had there sights on the Jedi and they would bring her alive back to the general, it didn’t matter what she did, they had the numbers, the firepower as well, they moved, the droids rushing forward, killing the creatures and seeking her out to bring her on her knees before the supreme commander of the droid armies, the one who hunted Jedi for sport.

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More doll game stuff with Circe Doll game links: The Lady Of Hera | Picrew - The Character Maker & Creator 1890s lady | Picrew - つくってあそべる画像メーカー https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/257476 Thank you @lured-into-wonderland for sending me more links <3

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I was inspired to play around in a doll maker game after seeing @cursedfortune posting their result of Mortem. I recreated Circe with this site sushicore! アイコンメーカー! | Picrew - The Character Maker & Creator