#I love their depressed traumatized era

[smolmakerel]

Everyone absolutely puts Sam and Tara through the ringer with their trauma. Like, yeah, I still eat that content up, but I need to see some more posts about them being absolute menaces in general.

I have 2 siblings and they're pains in my ass. We could fist fight and then not speak for an hour, and then one of them comes to me like, "hey, wanna go to McDonald's" and I'd drive us there while we blast the music.

Sam and Tara, before all that shit with their family happened, most likely had some chaotic sister moments. They grew up as sisters (obviously) and know everything about each other. This leads to the Natural Sibling Chaos (tm).

Sam and Tara, watching their mom yell at them about the concerning amount of windows they broke:

Tara, trying not to laugh:

Sam: What?

Tara silently mocks Christina's angry mom face to Sam. Sam is trying not to laugh now because why the hell is Christina making that face.

Also in the future when Sam comes back and they have Trauma and Body Counts under their belts, they get more chaotic.

Tara: I have a solution to take care of our new Ghostface problem.

Sam, relieved: Gracias a Dios, what is it?

Tara: It involves fire.

Sam, slowly getting worried: Ok...

Tara: And the bomb I learned how to make at 3 am last night.

Sam: You made a WHAT?

[maddy-ferguson]

i hope you guys know that i'm not cool irl like i would say i'm a loser in the glee sense of the word

[acid-ixx]

again &. again masterlist

by the bird and the bee

ft. platonic soft! yandere batfam! x gn! neglected reader

— TRIGGER WARNINGS !

- emotional neglect, allusions to sexual assault, prostitution & physical abuse, kidnapping, alcohol abuse, drugging, themes of depression, dissociation, vague traumatic events, mentions of murder, other warnings would be added soon.

— CHAPTERS ! ; 23k+ words

00. — oh, please leave me be.

01. — because you only notice me once i'm out the door.

02. — and you don't even remember my face?

03. — i need a drink

— DRABBLES ! ; #series: again &. again

dick grayson calling you his baby bird

why now? (yan! damian wayne)

brutus (villain au concept)

brutus: out for blood

what if you were never neglected?

just a taste (yan! conner kent - suggestive)

laughter is the best medicine (yan! dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne)

— ASKS ! ; #series: again &. again

dick's spiral into yandere-ism

leaving gotham, resenting alfred, changing last names

your mysterious identity &. conner being your love interest

dick seeing you as a child & damian's need to be your favorite

damian and his cool, matching bracelets

does dick close the door on you? nah, he doesn't even know you were behind the door

wally west as your love interest

you care now?

conner as your angry, protective bf

jason trying his damn best to be a brother to you

calling bruce by his last name only

calling alfred your dad ft. jealous bruce

how are damian and jason obsessed towards you

their nicknames for you

how bruce and damian would try to bond with you

will you still go to college after being kidnapped?

— INCORRECT QUOTES ! ; #a&a: incorrect quotes

yan! villains kidnapping you

hostage situation

— FANART ! ; #a&a: fanart

happy birthday by @luffyadolover

diary by @luffyadolover

another reason they're broke &. finished art by @oh-nowo-i-got-uwu

a take on the reader's appearance by @luffyadolover

reader trying to study ft. the batfam's endless calls &. finished art by @ghostdoodlen

reader finding bruce and damian watching a movie by @luffyadolover

again &. again mv by @luffyadolover

reader and their playlist by @luffyadolover

a comic panel by @lucioleestolie

conner and reader flying through the skies by @ghostdoodlen

when all of a sudden, i hear this agitating noise by @punpunsonny

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[comphetkoncass]

if you are a batfam enjoyer i cannot stress enough that their friends and love interests are off having their own adventures. constantly.

and if you are trying to convince us that they are friends or in love. you should probably have them take an interest in their lives.

if you set your fic in an era that’s meaningful for a bat, and are trying to do a fix-it so that their love interest is there for them, and are completely oblivious that in this era said love interest was dead/lost/kidnapped/in space/horrifically traumatized/written out of existence/depressed beyond measure/mind controlled to be a supervillain … i am judging you. just a little.

bat storylines are not the only storylines that matter when you are having them interact with someone outside of gotham.

you can’t convince me that they’re in love with the other half of your ship if the bat in your fic knows nothing about their partner’s life.

[angelsdean]

i talk a lot abt cas's canonical interest in bees representing a tragic desire to return to the simplicity and familiarity of heaven's hierarchical structure but that's not to say he can't genuinely develop a love for bees later in life. i just harp on about it a lot because i find that the whole "honey!cas" era gets mis-represented in fanon / fandom as this cute wholesome time for cas when it was actually, a deeply depressing and traumatic time where he felt so utterly defeated and helpless after so many things going wrong as a result of his own actions. but he can still like bees, later. give them new meaning for him etc etc.

[expectopatronum18]

Unpopular opinion but......

Am I the only one who misses the og marauders? The marauders fandom isn't even about the marauders now, 99% of their canon personality traits hv been replaced with cliqued behaviour. For some reason there's a massive obsession with their sexuality and I just don't get it? Lyk can't u have a character with any sexual orientation with personality traits outside it anymore? Does there really need to be a complete erasure of their most defining traits? I just wish we could get the actual marauders era characters back

James Potter: Pureblood, rich, intelligent, arrogant, a bully, but extremely loyal; took Sirius in and turned into an animagus for his werewolf bestie when the whole world would have shunned him; he could have led a life of utmost comfort but chose to risk his life and fight for those he loved in a war that didn't even concern him personally. His last words were asking his wife and child to escape while he tried to hold voldy off without a wand

Sirius Black: Haughty, a bully, extremely good looking, cool, rich, blood traitor by 16, comes from a family of literal death eaters, very intelligent, loyal, will do anything for those he loves( especially james and later Harry), thick as hell (my boy really survived in a depression prison for 12yrs, tht too after all the horror he'd seen before that), dark, very traumatized and broken

Remus Lupin: Gentle (yup u read that right), kind, mischievous (ppl really overlook this), very insecure, let james and Sirius bully Snape coz he was too thankful for their acceptance and affection to tell them off, considered himself undeserving of love, his self loathing prevents him from being a responsible adult/ parent for Harry, lowkey manipulative. Very compassionate and empathetic even after everything he's been thru tho

Peter Pettigrew: Considered slow and stupid, insecure, tags along with the others for protection, but obviously cunning and manipulative, a disgusting rat tho

Regulus Black: Teenage Reggie worshipped death eaters, he had newspaper clippings of them on his wall, completely believed in those racist ideologies until he realised what the reality of being a death eater was. He tried to bring voldy down but there's no evidence of him completely changing his beliefs about everything else like muggle borns, muggles, werewolves etc. Very cunning and intelligent tho, he discovered voldemort's secret before Dumbledore did. Liked kreacher but kreacher was also brainwashed with pureblood ideology, so I ll only give him half the credit. Bravely sacrificed his life in the end, but he still chose to protect his racist family.

Lily Evans: muggleborn, good at portions, described as popular and vivacious, pretty, the favourite sibling, isn't afraid of standing up to ppl (tht smirk in swm tho?), very brave, and most importantly (ppl really choose to forget this nowadays) a mother who stood in front of her baby boy in hopes of saving him from the darkest wizard alive even tho she herself was only 21 at the time, tht too right after losing her husband. Tho I'd still say that lily is a badly written character

It's fun to explore characters but not one of these core characteristics r even present. They're turned into one dimensional social justice warriors who r always right in everything they do

Now I get it, ppl want them to fit with current day ideals, but y not just create different/new characters then? What's the point of holding on to that nostalgia if most of their character isn't even there anymore? Where's all the toxicity coming from? And anyone who doesn't agree is homophobic and whatever other -phobic u choose to employ in the most irrelevant context ever. It's all so stupid smh🙄

[hopefull-mindset]

I've started reading The Great Gatsby (I've fallen into the reading classical literature trap 😔. I really need to finish Crime and Punishment.)

Anyhow I think it's really interesting how Asagiri chose to characterize many of the people in BSD. Especially after learning that irl Fitzgerald was more of a cynical person (at least towards the end of his life) than his animated counterpart. And it made me think of all the other characters of the show and how their characterized.

What was Asagiri's purpose as he came together with these characters? Why'd he have some characters act as their irl counterparts while others act more like the characters they wrote or people in their lives?

These aren't really questions that I wanted the answers to they were moreso just thoughts that I had. I'd love to have a peek into this man's mind and how it works

I think a lot of us have fallen into that trap LMAO. This is my favorite topic though. I could talk about this forever because Kafka Asagiri is an interesting person who has integrated a lot of literature into this one series. I don't know what goes on in this man’s mind and I know these aren't literal questions, but I am interested in sharing what I know!

As you've pointed out, some characters do act more like the people in these works written by them than the actual people. BSD isn't purely just taking these authors, their relationships, and then implementing them just like that. it also takes these authors’ literary personas, their impact socially, and their works to make them into who they are. Asagiri is doing this because it makes it more interesting, but also imagine writing about this authors where most of them lived depressing lives with qualities that don’t make uh, the type of story you want to tell.

I’m impressed with how creative he is.

I’m trying to limit myself on how much I should talk about this, but I fear that I’ll leave out important bits about how Asagiri incorporates these people into the work. I’m also just jittering and excited. Like I almost forgot to bring up the fact the reason BSD has a war narrative is because it takes Japanese authors from Meiji to Shōwa era, so about the time Western influence kicked in, forcing them to modernize and keep up with the rest of the world during what is a fairly short time for huge development like this, to post-war Japan where, you know, the Occupation of Japan is happening and they have to intake the traumatic repercussions of everything before that.

This can make The Great War functionally WW2, but obviously not a one to one match. I’m not a historian or anything, but this should come to mind for anyone who’s in the know about some Japanese history. Now that I’m bringing it up though, Mori’s attitude during the flashback with Yosano is put into context because he pretty much says himself that he needs his country to realize that they keep up with the rest of the world and that the battlefield is changing, and real life Japan did not care about how they did that.

With N, Chuuya, and Stormbringer too. I’m almost hesitant to bring this up because it’s so serious, but yes, Japan did do lethal human experimentation for that same purpose to keep up with the rest of the world and prove themselves.

Ahh, I went off track. Sorry, we were talking about how Asagiri writes characters, right? There is a lot of crossover between the real authors and their writing, so it’s sorta hard to tell with people like Dazai where the work influence ends and the the real person begins.

For me currently in my classic lit research period, I’m almost upset at myself for barley reading anything by Ryuunosuke Akutagawa because he’s my favorite character. I’ve just been so caught up doing my Oda Sakunosuke essay that I don’t have too much time for other authors. I’ve also picked up “The Similitude of Blossoms: A Critical Biography of Izumi Kyōka” recently (and A New Hamlet by Osamu Dazai, but that’s not important).

Ah, how much should I talk about.… hmm… how about Chuuya as an example of Literary Voice vs Real Person…. Lucy Montgomery and Edgar Allen Poe for Social Impact (for Japan specifically)…. and then.. Oh whatever, I’ll figure it out. One day I’ll talk about Kyouka, but not now. I’d feel ill prepared.

If you’ve ever read a poem by Chuuya Nakahara, taken in the emotion and deep feeling, and then found any fun facts about his interactions with other authors, there’s a huge contrast between those two modes that can be jarring. Im sure you can tell how that carries over to BSD. I’m impressed by how Asagiri is able to balance both the brash attitude of Chuuya and the inner literary voice that voices the emotion and care he has in him.

Edgar Allen Poe is slightly more obvious than Lucy’s influence (or maybe it’s Lucy’s, ah it depends), but both pop out at you when it’s pointed out. He was one of the first American authors to be introduced to Japan and fairly popular, but mainly we would point to Edogawa Ranpo as the most blatantly influenced by him and who his name is quite literally attached to. While Lucy Montgomery isn’t attached to anyone in particular, Anne of The Green Gables was wildly distributed in Japan when there were few english children books and became a hit.

There’s a television series too if you search for it. Any redhead, pigtail-braided girl you see in some Japanese media is because of her! It’s probably why these two have the most presence in the story currently compared to other members of the Guild and work with the Agency at times.

There are times when Asagiri will use influences outside of the author’s own catalog to create them, some literary like Albert Camus’s The Stranger and The Myth of Sisyphus (in writing characters like Dazai or Fyodor, I could make a post about that), and some just of his own anime/manga interests in other series like Jojo, Cowboy Bebop, Black Lagoon, etc. if you’re familiar.

I’d feel bad if I don’t at least show one example of this so, how about an Odasaku example with The Long Goodbye by Reymond Chandler? I was going to avoid talking about him until the essay, but I can’t help myself. Many have pointed out these parallels before, but Asagiri did point it to be his favorite book last year in an interview.

If you’ve noticed that the presentation for Dark Era in the anime comes off like a Noir film just like how Untold Origins came off like a black and white samurai film, good job! The Long Goodbye is a Noir novel about a detective named Phillip Marlowe who is unable to let go of a case involving a friend that was accused of murdering his own wife, but supposedly commits suicide and confesses to it before Marlowe is able to leave custody. By the end of the book, he uncovers the real perpetuator (a past lover of Terry Lennox’s before he was ever called by that name) and finds out where Lennox really is by poking into the story of where the message he got was sent.

He comes in with a new look and identity, and he asks if it’s too early for a gimlet. They say their last few words to each other, Marlowe flipping back and forth from acknowledging him as Terry Lennox and as a person he never knew, and then Marlowe tells him that “he’s not here anymore”. Marlowe had already told him goodbye when it was sad and lonely, so Lennox does the same here. That ends that mutual, long goodbye and he never sees Lennox again.

The immediate response I’ve see about this is how it parallels the relationship between Dazai and Odasaku. In The Day I Picked Up Dazai, just like how Marlowe brings him to his home to clean him up and meet up at the same bar for the next few months of their friendship, Odasaku also does so with Dazai and drinks a Gimlet for reasons he doesn’t know. In reality, Gimlets are a representation of the friendship between Marlowe and Lennox as it’s Lennox’s favorite drink. It makes it a little painful when Marlowe ignores him when he ask to go get a gimlet at that same bar they always went.

BEAST is more hyper specific about it by having Dazai ask the same question that Lennox asks when he gets smoked out and Odasaku asking for a gimlet with no bitters, which is specifically how Lennox takes it. Odasaku does not drink the gimlet at all though, showing that there is not friendship to start or accept or say goodbye to, as Lennox does ask Marlowe to drink a Gimlet to say goodbye to him in the letter. Just like TDIPUD is like their beginning, BEAST is their ending without ending because BEAST Dazai is not the same person he was friends with.

Odasaku fulfills being a detective and Dazai is the tragic friend with a past he doesn’t say anything about. Great. Now what I think people are missing when they entirely focus on Odasaku and Dazai when they talk about Lennox and Marlowe is that Lennox is narratively also Andre Gide.

If we were to split Lennox into three people just like his three identities, this is what it would look like:

The Friend: You help him out and don’t judge for his faults, in turn you go out to a bar with each other. It’s uneasy, but it’s worth a lot to the both of you. Eventually you have to part ways in death. (Dazai & Terry Lennox)

The Unknown: Is he someone you know? He acts like it, but he looks nothing like what you’ve encounter before. Maybe in some world you were, but that’s not now and it’s too late for this goodbye to be playing out. You let it happened though and you never see him again when he walks out that door. (BEAST Dazai & “Señor Maioranos”)

The Soldier: The past is right around the corner and its come to bite you in the ass. White hair and war memories haunting him with a scar as a reminder, he’s a reflection of you but maybe not. Who knows? (Andre Gide & “Paul Marston.”)

The initials “P.M.” of both his past name and Phillip Marlowe’s is meant to clue in how Eileen (the past lover) is connected to Lennox by her thinking of Marlowe as her past lover as she attempts to seduce him in some trance. What I’m trying to note here though is that you can take this as Lennox being another reflection of himself. It’s easy to do that reading for both Dazai and Gide as they’re both his foils and are purposely similar, but Gide aligns more with this past identity than Dazai does and retains his white hair.

Uhhh, wasn't planning to make a mini-analysis in the middle of my talking but okay. I'm leaving it off there. I went blank a lot while writing because I didn’t know what I wanted to comment on. There's too much to say about this large cast. I have way more literary fun facts and ideas to say, but nah.

[folkwhore1998]

All I do is try try try

I will literally never forget the first time I listened to folklore. I went for a walk around the pond outside in my neighborhood and it was cold as hell. It was such a vibe you guys. I would do anything to be able to listen to this album again. Take me to the ponds where all the poets went to die.

It is so different than anything else Taylor Swift has ever done honestly. I feel it is the lyricism of Last Kiss and All Too Well but they were introduced to depression and anxiety. Am I wrong? It is hard for me to say it is an album that divided our fandom because it brought in so many fans, but i also feel there are a lot of fans who prefer other albums over folklore.

I can totally see why and how folklore brought in so many new fans. #1 It is a completely new sound from Taylor (which is how I can maybe see why some people were divided) #2 We were all depressed during COVID and this album was a really good friend to so many people during this time. #3 It took people by surprise because there was no promo for the album. She just said "Here!" I think that there was a lot of curiosity that came with the release which brought in new listeners.

There are two songs on this album I will ride at dawn for: hoax and peace

YOU KNEW THE PASSWORD SO I LET YOU IN THE DOOR. YOU KNEW YOU WON SO WHATS THE POINT OF KEEPING SCORE? I'll admit, I was not always a hoax truther. It just didn't click. But one day I had the album on shuffle and there was a switch that was flipped in my brain and wow it is just so good. Like hello? DID YOU HEAR WHAT SHE SAID?

Peace is such a vulnerable song and we don't talk about that enough. It is like asking am I going to be good enough? but so much more than that. Taylor is a well loved celebrity and it isn't something she cannot change about herself. It is a major part who she is. "Will you accept the intrusive parts of myself and my life that I will never ever be able to change? I would literally die for you and I love your family as my own and I would do anything for you, but is my love enough? I'd also like to talk about epiphany. I personally don't relate to it a lot and I don't listen to it a lot, but I recently saw a video of someone saying "it's the worst song she's ever written" which absolutely infuriated me. Did I rank it last? Yes. I rank everything on how I personally connect with the song, not in terms of "I think this is a bad song." Just because I don't connect, does not mean it is a bad song. It is actually an incredibly deep song that I think resonates with a lot of medical professionals as well as people who lost loved ones during COVID. It talks about a loss so unfathomable or event so traumatic that you literally can't speak about it. And for someone to say it's the worst song she's ever written is honestly senseless and offensive and infuriating. (Respectfully)

☆ Fun fact: Whenever I am showing folklore to someone for the first time, I always play the LPSS version. The vocals are so raw and I feel like you can really feel the lyrics differently, and you can really hear what she just- which I find to be extremely important with this album.

Here are my rankings of

folklore:

illicit affairs

the 1

my tears ricochet

this is me trying

august

peace

betty

hoax

cardigan

mirrorball

the lakes

mad woman

seven

exile (the live version is a different story...one of her best performances)

invisible string

the last great american dynasty

epiphany

Folklore era favs:

lol

MAGICAL

actually sobbing. everything about this. they're all so appreciative and proud. sidenote: one of her best looks ever. dare I say it's my favorite?

no notes.

if you know, you know.

Yes.. I know we need to get through Fall, but it's never too soon to start planning. Taylor said so!

☆ Here is the direct link to the folklore cardigan Christmas ornaments pictured above:

☆ Here is the direct link to the folklore stocking pictured above:

@taylornation @taylorswift

[elliespuns]

Personally this might just be me, but I really can’t imagine Ellie having sex with Dina at the farm. Yes Ellie does show affection by kissing her neck but otherwise I really can’t see it😭

I’m sure they have done it a couple times, but yet again Ellie was still somewhat depressed. I don’t think she really was into it she might’ve been but I don’t doubt it. Grief is a weird thing & I really wouldn’t blame Ellie if she wasn’t directly in the moment-🕸️

Right? It's realistic for their sex life to be completely pushed aside at the farm. Dina wouldn't probably initiate anything, knowing how much she loved Joel. Dina seems like the kind of person who lets you deal with what you need and is there for you. And unless Ellie starts something (as I doubt), I don't think the two of them had sex for a while. At least not at the beginning of the farm era.

When we see Ellie, Dina, and JJ at the farm, you can tell it's been a while since they've settled there. So, maybe before Tommy comes over to talk shit into Ellie's head, they could have been intimate in the meantime.

They had some good days together, I bet. You could notice it from the way Ellie danced around Dina, kissing her neck and flirting with her. She probably hasn't had a bad flashback in a long time (until the barn scene).

I think Ellie and Dina, being in their 20s, definitely had sex at some point at the farm. But what I imagine when I say sex is the sweet kind. Like a lot of kissing, cuddling, and affection. This sex usually happens unintentionally and naturally. What I can't imagine is them going wild on each other because it doesn't seem like the sex traumatized Ellie would have.

What I can't stop thinking about, though, is them having sex with JJ just a few feet away from their bed. I hope the girls behaved.

[issuesdolly]

Jonathan Davis Livens Up a Boring Night With a FREAKY Game

Warning: explicit/sensitive content, deviant theme, 18+ Smut. Male/female sex (romantic boyfriend/girlfriend theme) foreplay, fingering, oral sex, cunnilingus, handjob, blowjob,unprotected sex, p in v, finishing inside, praise & degradation, edging/denial, fear kink, adrenaline kink, BDSM.. Overall, A LOT IS GOING ON IN THIS STORY AGAIN 🤣💀

#jonathandavis  #jonathan davis #korn #jon davis #fanfic #jondavis #fanfiction #smut #fem reader #x reader #bdsmplay #bdsmkink #edging kink #praise and degredation #edging #degredation kink #degredation #edging #edginganddenial #fear kink #bdsmkink #adrenalinekink #female reader

Summary: You are Jonathan's girlfriend. The two of you are stuck at home back in the 2020 Pandemic Lockdown era when the “stay at home” guidelines were most stringent. Like many couples, what started as pleasant togetherness has become mundane and depressing. Combined with the traumatic news regarding the health emergency, you and Jonathan get a bit unhinged one evening. After another horrible day, you decide you have to do SOMETHING different, fun and freaky/kinky to lighten the mood. The two of you gradually admit your mutual kinks and decide to play a back and forth sex game. A VERY kinky hide and seek where you take TURNS hunting each other and doing something freaky/deviant to one another each time you find one another.

Preface: My other JD fanfics are more "normal" if you wanna check those. This one's not for everybody. In real life, JD talks about various kinks/deviancies in interviews. His Penthouse interview, JD said “I’m the kinkiest motherfucker you’ll ever meet. I do freaky, weird shit” and he provided some BDSM examples. His Playboy interview, he talks a bit about morbid/fear kink games and degredation/control games he's played with women who wanted that with him.

Korn songs like "My Gift to You," "Last Legal Drug" (Le Petit Mort) and "Beat it Upright" and "Inside out" where JD is telling his girl to "take the punishment" inspired this fanfic. The lyrics suggest he likes to give AND take some sexy degradation/control/ fear play during sex. So unlike my last deviant smut, "Jonathan Davis Plays Kinky Hide and Seek With You," -- Y/N degrades Jonathan a bit as well. The two take turns in an increasingly aggressive/heated sex game. In this fic, the boring night drives Y/N to BEG for a kinky game with him... and... it just keeps escalating. 🤣

Anyhoo. Hope you enjoy. No surprise... it's um.. lengthy and (again) borrows from my past "adventures," and kinks. Sorry y'all.

Story: 

You and Jonathan were about two months into the COVID lockdown restrictions in early 2020. At this point, people are still urged to isolate themselves at home and only go out for essential errands. Many venues/stores were closed. Many tourist spots you and Jon had planned to escape to were closed. Opening your phone or turning on the TV was an ENDLESS stream of horrifying news. Jonathan's tour with Korn had been postponed due to the pandemic. The two of you were initially grateful to at least have each other during this ordeal. Spending time together without his work obligations gave you two a chance to catch up in EVERY regard, sexual and non-sexual. 

However, as with many couples, the isolation was driving you two crazy. You drifted apart. Jonathan was gaming a lot. You were reviving old hobbies like arts and crafts. The two of you would go to separate rooms a lot, since there’s such a thing as “TOO much quality time.” 

One evening, Jonathan was gaming in his pajamas on the sofa. You had been sketching for hours. You felt lonely and depressed thinking about everything going on in the world. Jonathan loves gaming but often games compulsively when depressed. He'd been on the console in his pajamas most of the day. You felt like something had to change. You went into the living room, also dressed in your "less sexy" pajamas. Things had gotten DAMNED casual at home. Suddenly, you two felt like an old married couple who'd just quit trying. 

You plopped on the couch next to Jon, immersed in the game, not even greeting you. You broke the silence: 

"Jon.... I'm not feeling good tonight," you admitted. 

Jon took a moment to respond as he was so lost in the game. Eventually he processed what you just said. 

"What do you mean? .... DO YOU THINK YOU MIGHT BE GETTING SICK?" he said, pausing the game and turning to you. Obviously COVID was the first thing on EVERYONE’S mind. The dark, intrusive reality. 

"No! No, I'm fine. I'm just.... REALLY upset, Jon. It feels like we've passed away and our ghosts are living here, ya know?”

Jon slumped his head down, looking at the ground. 

“I know…” he admitted in a soft, resigned voice. 

“I LOVE you. But, we are stuck here ALL THE TIME... to the point we’ve been avoiding each other! It's a shitty feeling!" you confessed. 

Jonathan pressed his hands against his temples and mumbled, silently nodding his head in agreement. He looked really depressed/stressed. There was tense silence between the two of you for a moment. He slumped his head against the couch with a resigned expression. Glancing back at you, he saw just how upset you were. Jon slowly put the controller on the table and faced you, pulling you into him for a hug. You gladly accepted and pressed your face against his shoulder, holding him tight. 

"I know.... I'm sorry,” Jon said in a soft, reassuring voice. 

“This whole thing has just fucked with my head so much. Fucked up every aspect of my life. This shit took away the things that kept me going. I feel LOST right now," Jon admitted. 

"I feel the same way. LOST. But I'm glad you're here. I don't want to be alone right now! I know you need space and stuff... but right now....I just need to be with you!" you admitted in return, holding him tighter. 

Jon held you and gave you a kiss on the forehead before letting you rest your head on his chest and get comfortable against his body on the couch. The two of you sat silently for a while, reflecting on the grim situation. You really didn't know how to feel better. Neither of you drank or took drugs anymore. Sex was your "last legal drug." You ALWAYS had a very fiery sexual relationship but even THAT was fizzling a bit from isolation and the emotional impact of the pandemic. You decided you should bring it up. 

"I really wish I could feel better tonight," you started. 

"Yep, wish we could turn the night around somehow," Jon replied. 

You tried to make your move. You slowly turned and planted a kiss on his neck. 

"We could.... try to feel better in..... one way?" you suggested. 

Jon didn’t respond. He was pretty much catatonic. There was too much on his mind.... plus he also felt kind of disheveled and less appealing. He was unkempt, depressed and had sat in his sleep clothes all day. 

"Baby, I really don't want you to think this is YOUR fault... but.... I......" (you cut him off)-

"I know. OK? Even FUCKING is starting to feel like ‘been there done that," you admitted. Jonathan froze. He was surprised you were so blunt, but he was glad he didn't have to say it. He replied: 

"PLEASE don't get me wrong. You ALWAYS feel amazing. I ALWAYS love being with you. There's just so much going on! Everything feels like a warped nightmare lately," Jon admitted. 

"I know what you mean...But… I feel like we HAVE TO do something to get away from it! Just for a bit!” you continued… desperately trying to search your mind. 

There was a long silence as the two of you held each other on the couch. Eventually you got bold.

 "Jon? .... you may not be in the MOOD for this, but what if I let you try a freaky game on me again? Like that time on our RV trip? … on the beach… near that forest?" you asked, in a naughty voice.  

Jonathan’s demeanor slowly changed. His breath caught in his throat…,then he chuckled. "Ummm, how could I FORGET. I broke you in HARD on that one," he said, finally cracking a big smile. 

"SO.... let's do something like that again," you suggested. 

Jonathan sat still and contemplated, a smile slowly coming and going from his face. Memories of your last “freaky time” flashed in his mind. He had NOT been in the mood…. but the idea had aroused his interest a bit. 

"Ummm.... I mean, so- you want me to .... what? Freak you the fuck out again? Cuz uhmm.. we're at home this time. You can't be like.. screaming without the neighbors, uh... calling 911, ya know?" Jon taunted, while chuckling. 

"I know!!" you said, cracking a smile and laughing as well. 

"BUT maybe we could try a .... similar freaky game? Try my best to stay quiet?” you begged in a teasing voice. 

Jonathan’s smile broadened, shaking his head and LIKING the way you think. 

"Hmm... alright. Fuckit. I'm down, baby," he said, turning to face you and give you a big kiss. The two of you shared a nice long kiss. It had been the first longer kiss in a few days, and you both thoroughly enjoyed it. 

As he let you out of the kiss, he asked, "So what kinda freaky shit do you want me to do to you THIS time?" 

You honestly had no idea. "Jon, I have no fucking clue haha. You're the master of kinky games. Just teach me something!" 

Jonathan leaned back on the couch with his legs splayed, looking at you and reflecting/contemplating. 

"Hmmm....so, you just... want me to do something to YOU? Fuck you up?" he inquired, smirking. 

You thought hard for a second. "Umm... actually... NO! YEAH I want you fuck me up a bit, BUT I wanna do things to you BACK! Like... maybe we ... take turns? You do something freaky to me... I do something freaky to you?" you suggested. 

Jonathan's smile grew even wider and his eyes brightened. While he enjoyed being the dominant one during "games," he LOVED the fact you were interested in "getting him back" and taking control of him. He hadn't brought it up to you much, but he had WANTED you to get aggressive with him more often. 

"I like that. I like that idea a lot," Jon said in a soft, quiet voice. He stared at you, giving you a wicked grin. 

"I'd totally let you fuck me up, baby," Jon admitted in a sexy voice, nodding his head. 

He sat thinking for a moment. Your heart was pounding, wondering what ideas he'd have now that he knew what you wanted. 

"How about.. hide and seek here in the house. But way the fuck different this time?" Jon said while shifting his legs around and playing with his hair. 

"Different how?" you asked, genuinely excited. 

"Like... we take TURNS hunting each other. I look for you. Then you look for me. Each time we find each other, we each have two minutes to do ANYTHING we want to one another. How's that sound?" Jon asked in a soft voice, looking at you with a dirty smile. 

"HA! Um.. ANYTHING?" you asked, dumbfounded. 

"YEAH. Anything. DON'T just do something normal. Do something aggressive and freaky. We fuck each other up! For TWO MINUTES only," Jon said as he grabbed his phone off the table and set a two minute stopwatch timer on it. 

Your eyes flared, thoroughly enjoying the sound of this. You smiled and nodded in agreement. 

"And we have to stop when the two minute alarm on the phone goes off,” Jon explained as he reached for his phone and set a 2 minute time. 

“Then the other one has to hide. Mkay?" Jon asked. 

"Damn Jon! I mean... you are WAY better at thinking of freaky stuff to do to ME," you admitted. Jon grinned and nodded his head, remembering all the things he’s done to you. 

"I don’t know WHAT to do to YOU!" you admitted. 

Jonathan's smile widened. "Well.... just be aggressive. Be weird. I've given you ideas once or twice. AND... I have to do what you say," he said with a naughty smile. 

"Just ... be creative.. And don't worry, I don't break easy, baby," Jon said in a low, sexy voice. 

Your pussy was waking up a LOT. You REALLY liked the sound of this game. 

"Ok, I'll try," you said, giving him a naughty smile/nod. 

"Ok! Let's fuckin do it. Let's...... try to search for each other--- um-- ... at LEAST 4 times before saying game over. Kay?" Jon said while getting up and dimming the lights around the living/dining room. 

"Ok!" you replied. 

You ran to the home office and art studio and turned off the lights there as well. The two of you plopped back on the couch together. The dim lighting definitely made the vibe of the game more appealing. The two of you momentarily stared at each other, exchanging naughty smiles in the warm, low light. Impulsively, you both went in for a big, passionate kiss and started making out. You and Jon got surprisingly lost in the moment, opening your mouths and kissing harder. Jon started squeezing your breasts and feeling you up. You moaned into his mouth and almost pounced on him. Jon reluctantly pulled away from the kiss and cleared his throat, smiling and letting out a giddy, frustrated laugh. 

"OK ... we gotta... ahem... we gotta fuckin, FOCUS!" Jon said, laughing. 

"Ok, yes. Let's start," you agreed, laughing also. 

"Let's keep the search to just downstairs, ok? We'll just take turns hiding SOMEWHERE down here," Jon said. He sounded like an excited kid. You couldn’t help but smile wider. Things had been so depressing. This was DEFINITELY more of the Jonathan you were familiar with. Lighthearted, FILTHY minded...and sweet. 

"Alright. I wanna hide first!" you admitted, giddy with excitement/arousal. 

"Fair enough," Jon said with a wicked smile. "I'll give you 60 seconds," Jon said, sitting back on the couch and shutting his eyes. He started counting. 

You decided to run into the home office and hide under the desk. Not a very good hiding place but you were eager to be found. Jonathan finished counting and began walking around the house. You heard him crack a chuckle as he slowly searched the rooms. As he entered the home office, you heard his footsteps getting closer to your hiding place. There was silence, then you saw his long hair drape over the desk to looking up to see his face peering down at you. He cracked up. You started laughing as well. 

"You just WANT to be found, HUH?" Jonathan teased. 

"YES," you admitted with a smile. 

"Hmm… be careful what you wish for,” Jon said, cracking a dark grin and setting the phone timing. 

“Here we go, mkay?” Jon said playfully, hitting the ‘start’ button. 

"Mmm-hmm...." you replied as your heartbeat picked up. 

You heard the phone ding as the timer started. Jonathan walked up next to you as you were still crouched under the desk. 

"GET your ass out here!" he ordered in a deep/sexy, dominating voice. 

You happily crawled out and stood up. 

He took slow, ominous steps closer to you until your fronts were pressing together. 

"Now….RUN away from me!" Jon commanded. You were surprised, but did as he said. 

Without hesitation, you started to run off. Before you knew what hit you, Jon grabbed you HARD around the waist, firmly tackling you to the floor. 

You let out a scream but also laughed. He flopped to the floor with you, pulling you both down and pinning you with his weight. The two of you giggled as he groped you on the ground, holding you down. He crawled atop you and gripped your hair. You went limp under him, enjoying the moment. Then, Jon gave you a new command: 

"Try to get up!" he commanded.  

"WHAT?" you replied, giggling. 

"TRY to get away from me, I wanna see you try!!" Jon demanded in a sly voice. 

You were enjoying this grope-session…but the rule was "do as he says." 

You began wriggling around and trying to push him off you. You were only doing so playfully though. 

"Awww c'mon! That's BULLSHIT, baby!!!" Jonathan teased before pressing his face against your ear and firmly biting your earlobe. 

"Really FUCKIN try!" Jon demanded. 

You decided to REALLY give it your best shot. You shoved your hands hard against his chest and tried to push your way out from under him. He pushed you down harder. You wriggled your legs around and brought your knees up against him, trying to shove/kick him off. Jon momentarily lost his balance. You pushed him off you and rolled over onto your stomach. As you brought your knees up and started to crawl away, Jon firmly grabbed your hips/ass from behind. Knocking you back down on the ground, Jon pinned you on your belly while pushing himself on top of you. 

You both moaned/giggled and breathed heavily at this ridiculous, heated, wrestling match. Jon flipped you back over to face him, pinning your hands above your head. He pressed against you, grinding his crotch all over you.

 “KEEP FUCKING TRYING, GIRL!” Jon teased. 

Again, you used your legs to push against his lower body and make him lose his balance. It briefly worked and he fell backwards off of you. You started to get up but he grabbed you by the ankle. You squealed as he reached up, grabbed you around the hips and pulled you back against him on the ground, bracing your fall with his body. Jon held you tight against his body and pressed hard up against your backside, bringing one of his legs over your hip to trap you. You were both starting to thoroughly enjoy it when the two minute timer went off. Jon groaned and reluctantly let go of the tight grip he had on

"PFFT, I shoulda said FIVE minutes each time we catch each other!" Jon said, smirking and adjusting his erection through his pajama pants. Catching your breath on the ground/laughing, your pussy had begun dripping quite a bit. The two of you were both sweating a bit. Jonathan helped you to your feet as you exchanged flustered/aroused glances. 

Breathing heavily, Jon handed you the phone and prepared the two minute timer for you. "Okay babe. YOUR turn. And remember. Do something freaky!!! Be rough. I can take it," Jon said, giving you his naughtiest eyes. You smiled and nodded, wishing you could just cut to the part where you FIND him. Although, you still had NO IDEA what you were going to do to him when you DID. 

Reluctantly, you shut your eyes and started counting to 60 as you heard Jon crack a naughty chuckle and dart out of the room. After you finished counting you quickly worked your way through the house. Being a big, tall man, his hiding places were pretty limited. You moved through the kitchen and living room. Nothing. You had a feeling he was probably in the bathroom. You walked in, peeled back the shower curtain.... nothing. Then out of the corner of your eye you saw his reflection in the bathroom mirror, hiding behind the door. 

"PFT you really wanna be found TOO, huh?" you teased. 

Jon let out a giddy laugh and slowly stepped out from behind the door. 

Nervously, you stood next to him, placing the phone on the counter and starting the two minute timer. YOU STILL had no clue what you were going to do to him. He stood still, hands limp at his sides, smiling and waiting to see what you'd do. All you could THINK to do was aggressively feel him up. So you pushed him hard against the bathroom wall and firmly yanked at his dreads.  He quietly chuckled while you ripped at his shirt and leaned up tall to give him a gentle bite on the neck while groping/pulling his hair. You thought you were being "aggressive" enough but Jon continued to laugh at you. You gave him a firm smack on the shoulder and pulled away from him. 

"WHAT??? That's not ENOUGH?" you asked, annoyed and flustered. 

Jon chuckled and stroked his beard while looking at you with sly eyes. 

"Um... that's ok baby…. ha, you're TRYING. That's what counts," Jon taunted while giggling. You felt flustered, annoyed AND turned on. He really wanted you to fuck him up! But... HOW? Without thinking, you gave him the world's gentlest smack across the face. 

"PFFfaaa..... ohhh!!.. OH NO!!!" Jon said, sarcastically, while making a fake “fear” gesture with his hands and laughing harder. 

You were getting SO flustered. It was like he was TRYING to annoy you and get you to do something really fucked up. 

"Gahhhh...you're adorable," Jon said, teasing you more. 

Suddenly you looked over at the sink and the drinking glass next to it. You had an idea. You grabbed the cup and quickly filled it with ice cold water. 

"Haa!!... game got you too heated? Need a drink?" Jon taunted while laughing at you. 

Before he knew what was coming, you turned around and chucked the ice cold water hard at his face. 

It caught him so off guard he stopped laughing and was briefly stunned. 

Cold water flew everywhere and splashed back off his face and hair. 

You froze... waiting for a reaction... horrified you'd gone too far. 

Jon paused, choking/spitting out a bit of water that had made it into his mouth. 

"Puhhhh!!... hmm.... NO. I didn't see THAT coming," Jon admitted, before cracking a wicked grin at you. Your jaw dropped and you smiled. He LIKED it. It was hilarious. You quickly realized he WANTED you to degrade him a little. Do something fucking WEIRD. You stole a glance at the phone timer. One minute left. QUICKLY you turned around and filled the glass up with ice cold water again. 

"Mmmmm.. I see how it's gonna be," Jon said in a low.. playful voice. 

You turned back around, shoving him back against the wall with a loud thud. You locked eyes with him and smirked before standing up as tall as you could, slowly pouring more ice cold water over the top of his head. 

"UGHhh-nnn... FUCKEN—..OWW!" Jon complained as ice water dripped down his head and went down his back and chest. You poured it nice and slow. You looked at the phone timer. 30 seconds. Jon grunted.. 

"Guh-UGHhmmm... I'm gonna fucken GET you for this.." he warned. You were more than a LITTLE nervous now. Obviously you'd taken the game to the next level. STILL, you filled up the cup with ice water one more time. He stood patiently against the wall, waiting to see what you’d do. Jon still had a smile on his face but a WICKED look in his eyes, obviously thinking about how he’d get his revenge. 

You looked down at his pajama pants and thought for a second... but decided "FUCK IT." Slowly you pushed a hand into the front of his pajama pants, pulling them back to reveal just his boxers. 

"Ohhh.... you wouldn't do THAT," Jon taunted while grinning. He knew what you were thinking of doing. 

You locked eyes with him, and slowly poured some ice water down his pants. He winced and gasped, trying to stop himself from pushing you away. You had to laugh at the ridiculousness of this. The look on his face shifted from wincing to a look of ENJOYMENT. He LIKED the shocking sensation of cold against a VERY sensitive part of his body. 

"Fuuu… OOOWWWW!!! Ughhhh- I'm gonna get you SO BAD!" Jon threatened through gritted teeth, eyes winced shut, STILL smiling. 

Your hands were ice cold from holding the cold glass. With the time you had left, you reached right down his pajama pants, into his boxers. He growled at you as you gripped his dick with your cold hand and briefly jerked him. “SHIIIIIITTTTTTT!!!! Naughty fucken bitch!” Jon yelled while throwing his head back, gripping his hair. The phone timer went off. You gently let go of his dick, stepping back and setting the water glass back on the counter. 

Jon growled at you as he chuckled and he wiped water off himself. 

"Fuck. YOU!! " Jon said playfully while laughing and grabbing the phone. "You better hide GOOD!!" Jon warned. He immediately shut his eyes and began to count. You ran away.  

Looking around for a BETTER hiding place, you realized there were not many. You stole a glance at the kitchen island and decided your best option might be one of those pantries. You wedged yourself inside one and quietly shut the pantry door. After Jonathan finished counting, you heard him looking around. He was pacing quickly, QUITE eager to find you and get you back. You heard him search the living room and office and then chuckle as he figured you MUST be in the kitchen. As you mentally prepared yourself to be found, you heard him open the fridge. “What is he doing that for?” you wondered. He did something at the fridge and then took slow steps around the kitchen, opening different pantry doors. You knew it was only a matter of time now and your heart started pounding. OF COURSE you were excited but also rather nervous about how he was going to “get you back.” 

He threw open the pantry door you were in and let out an evil chuckle as you looked up at him. Before you could climb out, he reached in and firmly yanked you out. He stood you up, gripped you in his arms, facing you away from him and squeezing your tits from behind. “I’m gonna fuck you up right on this floor, girl” he warned. He tugged your body in such a way that you immediately lost your balance. Knocking you off your feet, he gently but firmly brought the two of you down to the ground. He sat behind you, still gripping you tightly around the chest, as he set the phone timer. 

As soon as the timer began, you saw him reach for a cup on the counter, bringing it down next to you two on the kitchen floor. What was it? A cup of ice! Before you knew what was happening, Jon pushed your body down on the kitchen floor, laying you flat. He climbed atop your lower body, spreading his legs and straddling you on the ground. Yanking your sleep shirt up and exposing your breasts, he grabbed an ice cube from the glass and put it in his mouth, biting it so it stuck half out. He gripped your hands hard and forcefully pinned them above your head. Smiling through gritted teeth, ice cube in his mouth, he slowly nestled his face against your breast, pressing the ice cube onto your nipple. “AHHHhH!!!!” you yelped as shock waves and cold tingles traveled through your breast and down your spine. 

Jon laughed through his grit teeth while the ice cube hung from his mouth. He teased your breast with the ice, swirling it in slow circles around your nipples. You fought the urge to wriggle against him and escape. It WAS cold and uncomfortable but ALSO felt GOOD somehow. The cold sensation against your nipples combined with how seductively Jonathan was moving the cube around was AROUSING. Feeling his face against your breast, it was LIKE he was pleasing you, but with this COLD cube. AS he was swirling the cold ice all over your breasts, he began teasingly humping against you on the floor. You began moaning. However, just as you were getting used to that cold sensation against your breasts, Jon crawled further down your body. 

The next sensation you felt was a FIRM grip on the waistband of your pajama pants. Jon yanked down your pants/panties with satisfied grunt, ripping them down to your knees. He spat out the current ice cube and grabbed a new one, placing it back in his mouth. Shirt yanked up and pants/panties yanked down, you were fully naked, trapped under him. Jon lowered his head down against you and began slowly dragging the cube from the center of your belly to your crotch. 

“AhhhOOOOOWWWWW!!” you yelled as the cold sensation traveled from your belly down to your groin. He let out a devilish chuckle through his grit teeth, dipping his head between your legs and firmly grabbing your thighs. He pulled them apart HARD. The next sensation you felt was his head between your legs as the ice cube made contact with your clit. “OWWW!! FUCK! AHHHhhhh!” you gasped. The sensation was totally overwhelming but the fact he was teasing you like this also made you crazy. You realized you DID like the shocking sensation in a sensitive place as well. He dragged his mouth down further between your legs, pushing his face against the lips of your pussy. He gently rubbed the ice cube against your pussy. Your legs shook and instinctively tried to pull away from him but he gripped your thighs HARD, forcing your legs to stay open. 

He had such a good grip on you, you just yelped and let him continue. You moaned as you felt his mouth + the ice cube rub against your pussy lips, teasing your entrance. Shivers went down your spine. Jon looked up from between your legs to look at the phone. Only 20 seconds left. He threw down your legs and climbed off of you for a moment. You were confused, left hanging with your legs open, pants down and shirt up. Jon grabbed the cup of ice and locked eyes with you. He gave you an evil grin and you KNEW he had SOME final trick up his sleeve. He dipped his whole hand in the cup of ice, getting his hand FREEZING cold. Then, he QUICKLY gripped your thighs again, VERY hard. 

Keeping your legs apart with one hand, he crawled back up your body. His pressed his face up against yours and went in for a HARD, deep kiss. As he kissed you, you felt his ice cold hand push between your thighs and against your pussy. You winced and yelped into his mouth as he kissed you hard. The next sensation you felt was two of his ICE cold fingers dip FIRMLY into your pussy. “MMMff–OOOOOOWWWW” you moaned into his mouth, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. He kissed you hard and pressed his freezing fingers further into you, fucking you hard with them. He rubbed the roof of your wet pussy near your g spot. It was just starting to feel AMAZING when the timer went off. Jon slowly released you from the kiss and gently slid his icy fingers out of you, sucking them clean.

“FUCKING. OWWW!! J-JON??!!!” you complained while shivering. Although, you still felt an indescribable pleasure/excitement. Jon just smiled at you. “You asked for it!” he said in a satisfied tone while he climbed off of you and pushed the phone onto your naked belly. 

“YOUR turn!” Jon commanded. “GET ME GOOD, baby” Jon said in a naughty voice. You were just pulling your pants and panties up when you felt a few more ice cubes drop onto your stomach from above. You gasped and shrieked from the sudden sensation against your belly. Jon had decided to break the rules a little and drop a few more cubes onto you when you least expected it.

 “AH-OOWW WHAT THE FUCK?!!!” you complained, laughing. 

“Oops… they slipped,” Jon said in a wicked tone. You growled at him and gave him an evil look while shaking your head. You were DEFINITELY going to get him back. You immediately shut your eyes and began counting. Jon smirked and darting away. 

You finished counting and IMMEDIATELY scoured the house. Now that you got the STRONG sense how aggressive this game was going to be, you already had another idea. As you looked around the living room, you saw one of your lightweight satin/cloth scarves. It gave you an idea. You picked it up. You continued your search from Jonathan with a big smile on your face. Walking back into the dining room, you looked at the tablecloth hanging over the dining table. Having a STRONG suspicion he was hiding under there, you rushed over, whipping back the cloth. Sure enough, he was crouched right under there. Saying nothing, you crawled under the table with him, shoving him over and tackling him to the ground. 

“AGHHHH!!!” Jon yelled as you fumbled all over him in the dark and pushed your weight atop him. You straddled his body as he gladly went limp and lay flat underneath you. You had the phone timer and scarf in one of your hands. Jon moaned and giggled, waiting for you to set the phone timer and have your way. His breathing picked up as you hit “start.” 

You pushed his shoulders down and crawled up his body aggressively, scarf in hand. Jon let out a sexy grunt and you felt how soggy his pajamas still were from the water you had dumped all over him. However, you could also feel the heat of his crotch and his rising erection. YOU LOVED knowing how much he was enjoying your aggressive side. You reached down and grabbed his wrists, pinning them above HIS head as revenge. He moaned, watching you in awe and letting his legs and arms go limp for you. With the scarf, you quickly bound his wrists together, tying them tightly in a firm double knot. 

“Oooh!!!! It’s like THAT huh!?” Jon asked, teasingly. You left his hands bound above his head and he stayed limp on the ground for you with his thighs splayed. You yanked his shirt up and started gently but firmly scratching the skin of his upper chest, working your way down his belly.  “MMMMMmFffff” Jon complained while shifting his legs around and gently bucking his crotch against you. You playfully humped back against him, teasing his hard dick while clawing his stomach. You decided to take it a step further. You leaned forward, nuzzling against his neck, breathing and dragging your lips across it, He moaned and shook a little. Without warning, you sank your teeth FIRMLY into his neck while simultaneously digging/dragging your nails down his chest. 

“UGH-OOOWWWW!!!” Jon complained. You bit his neck HARDER. He let out more low growls but still seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it. You let go of his neck and crawled down his body. His stomach muscles quivered in anticipation of your next move. You looked at his gorgeous tummy in the low light and decided it needed some punishment. You pressed your face against the side of his stomach and sank your teeth into the skin of his flank. “UGHHHHHHH FUCK!!! DAMMIT!!!” Jon yelled/whimpered. 

You dragged your mouth across his stomach and bit even HARDER on the other flank of his lower tummy. “Uh-AHHHH!!! Little BITCH” Jon yelped through horny/enraged moans. He started to buck his hips hader against your crotch, clearly wishing he could just fuck you now. The two of you were REALLY starting to enjoy it when the phone timer went off. You groaned in disappointment and Jon breathed hard. His stomach was rising and falling quickly as his body filled with adrenaline and his dick was filling up more. With a satisfied  laugh, you slowly under his wrists and climbed off of him. “Gahhhh….. Naughty slut,” Jon teased as he slowly wriggled away from you. You slapped the phone down on his chest before giggling and darting off. 

You heard Jon IMMEDIATELY start counting in a raspy, breaking voice. It was VERY clear you had left him quite hot/bothered. You were a little nervous, wondering what he’d do for revenge. With your brain coming undone after the last sexy “attack,” you couldn’t think of a good hiding spot. You went back to the living room and hid behind a door. There were several coats hanging from the door. With your short/thin body, you hoped that between hiding behind the coats/door, it would buy you SOME time to mentally prepare yourself for whatever Jonathan was going to do to you. 

You heard Jon yell “HERE I COME!” in an ominous voice. You felt your body shiver. He was moving RAPIDLY through the house. You heard furniture shifting and items moving as he frantically/aggressively looked for you. Within a few minutes, he was in the living room, searching around the couch and furniture. There was a heavy silence and your breath caught in your throat. Suddenly he ripped back the door and IMMEDIATELY grabbed you firmly by the waist. You let out a gasp and wrapped your hands around his big arms as he pulled you into him, growling loudly. He was VERY quick to set the phone timer. “MY turn,” he groaned in eerie, guttural, low voice. You shook in his arms as the phone timer began. 

He kept a hard grip around your waist as he slammed the door shut and ripped the coats off the door’s coat-hook. He chucked the phone onto the couch while firmly shoving your body up against the door. “HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD!” Jon commanded. You shook and did as he said, raising your hands up above your head. It was then you realized Jon had kept the scarf you used on him. He reached down and pulled it out of the waistband of his pajamas, where he had tucked it for when he found you. He grabbed both of your wrists and VERY quickly tied/tightened the scarf around them. Your pussy started dripping in anticipation as he took control of you. He pushed you harder against the door, rubbing his crotch against you and keeping you tightly pinned as he tied your bound hands RIGHT onto the coat hook! 

You didn’t see THAT coming. You were now bound, and tied to the hook on the door. As your breathing picked up and your legs weakened, Jon reached his hands up under your shirt. He caressed your belly and firmly squeezed your tits before YANKING the shirt back up above your breasts. He pressed his face against the soft flesh of your breasts and firmly bit one of your nipples. “OOWWWWW!” you screamed. He had licked/bitten your nipples before but never THIS hard. You shifted your weak/trembling legs around and wriggled your bound wrists around. However, you were QUITE trapped. Jon let out wicked laughter. 

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” Jon said in a dark, teasing voice. Your nipples hardened more and as you started to cream your panties . You could only moan and watch him. He gripped both of your breasts nice and firm and squeezed/pinched both nipples. “Ahhhhhh—oh god!” you yelled in a mix of pleasure/complaint. He firmly humped against your lower body while teasing/torturing your breasts. Against your thigh, you could feel just how hard his dick was. Rigid against his pajama pants. His own breath was shaky, clearly enjoying himself as he punished you. He playfully stroked your belly, moving his big hands down to your crotch. Your legs were THIS close to giving out but you had no choice but to stand, since your hands were hooked above you. 

In one quick motion, he yanked your panties and pajama bottoms down. You gasped. Jon slumped to his knees, gripping your hips hard and sinking his teeth into your thigh. You let out more yelps. He pulled your lower body more tightly against his and pushed his head around towards your backside, sinking his teeth into your ass and giving it a nice, firm bite. 

“OWWWWWW!” you screamed. 

“SHUSH!!!!” Jon commanded. “REMEMBER! NEIGHBORS! Gotta be fucking QUIET! JUST HUSH UP and TAKE THE PUNISHMENT BABY!” Jon commanded in a naughty, controlling voice. 

You gulped and nodded. The timer was almost up. 

Jon looked up at you with a wicked smirk before pushing his face between your thighs and against your pussy. He gave it delicious, gentle licks, up and down your opening. “Ahhhhhhhh god… YEahhhhhhh,” you moaned as your legs shook. 

Jon firmly licked your clit and pussy for a moment. Then, of nowhere he sank his teeth against your clit in a semi-gentle but FIRM bite. “AHHHH-UHGHH– OOWWWW!!!” you cried out. Jon sucked on the lips of your pussy before biting the lips fairly firmly AGAIN. 

“Mmmmmfffff- GOD!!!” you moaned. He had never done this before. He’d given you teasing nibbles/bites during oral but this one was a LOT more aggressive. However, it actually felt amazing. Jon had the perfect intuition for just how hard to bite without doing any REAL damage. But JUST enough to hurt a little. You LOVED it. Timer went off. You let out a disappointed groan along with Jonathan. 

It took you both a moment to collect yourselves. Jon slowly rose up from where he was knelt between your thighs. He inhaled raspy breaths while pressing against you and undoing the binding on your wrists. You felt his rigid dick against your belly. Both of you were unsure how much longer you could keep “playing” before you HAD to just FUCK. This gave you the PERFECT idea for how to torture him next, though. Jon brushed his sweaty hair away from his face, reaching over to the couch, handing you the phone. 

“Mmfff.. You’re gonna GET it,” you warned as you and Jon exchanged dirty glances. You began counting and Jon stumbled away, very aroused and hazy. As you finished counting and announced “here I come,” you rapidly overturned the house, checking everywhere. Nothing in the kitchen, living room or dining room. Your eyes moved towards the home office. Quietly stepping in, you looked around. After checking the most obvious places you were a bit confused, until you saw Jonathan’s silhouette behind the bookshelf. He had managed to wedge himself behind the shelf and the wall. Fairly impressive. 

“Ah shit,” Jonathan said in a guilty, giddy tone as he noticed he’d be found.

You immediately grabbed him by the hands, pulling him out from behind the shelf. You pressed your body hard against him as the two of you moaned. You were SO CLOSE to forgetting about the game entirely. You REALLY just wanted to just fuck him now. But you knew you had it in you to tease/mess him up at least ONE more time. 

Jonathan cracked a giddy grin, stroking his beard and waiting to see what you’d do. You set the phone timer on the desk and hit “start.” You grabbed his hips and shoved him towards the desk. He let you control him and pull him wherever you wanted to lead him. You pushed his body towards the office chair while groping his crotch and hard dick through the front of his pajama pants. He let out moans of desperation, feeling you touch him. You yanked his pajama pants and boxers part way down so his dick was exposed. 

 “SIT!” you commanded as you shoved him down in the office chair with his pants part way down, dick exposed. He plopped into the chair in an off-balance stumble and sat down, legs splayed, huge smile on his face. Instead of “torturing” him in some way, you figured the BEST revenge would be two minutes of VERY aggressive arousal that would just leave him breathless. You fell to your knees in front of him, jerking him VERY hard. 

“AAAHHHHHHHH!!! FUCK BABY!!” Jon whimpered as his hard dick twitched in your hand, responding to your aggressive motions. Your handjob was fast, firm… intentionally getting him off as much as possible.

“AAHHHh!!! YESS!!! Ju-uuusstt…keep…..ughh- SHIIIT!” Jon whined as he slumped further in the chair and widened his legs. You pressed your head between his legs and took his dick into your mouth. 

You heard Jon whimper/sob with delight as he finally had some sexual relief. You moved your mouth and hands RAPIDLY up and down his dick, sucking him HARD and fast. Jonathan was whining/shaking and begging for more. At this point he’d pretty much lost track of the game entirely. He just gripped your hair and watched in awe as you got him closer and closer to a stunning orgasm. His moans grew louder and louder. Just THEN, the timer went off. 

IMMEDIATELY, you pulled your mouth and hands off his dick and rose to your feet, stepping away from him and darting across the room. Jonathan was left hazy and stunned, DESPERATE to just CUM. He caught his breath, growling and grunting. 

“Uhhhhh… MY GOD… I needed that. Ju- just come back baby!! PLEASE!” Jon begged, staggering to his feet and stumbling across the room to come get you. He began groping you sloppily and trying to reach for your pajama pants to pull them down. You pushed him off of you NICE AND FIRM. 

“NOPE, you said AT LEAST four rounds!!!! And YOUR time is up! Now you have to find ME!” you commanded.  

Jon reluctantly stopped himself, growling like an animal. He took slow steps away from you as you pushed him off… Jon gave you a VERY DARK, pissed off stare, before cracking the most wicked grin you’d ever seen. He slowly reached his hands down, putting his very hard dick back in his pajama pants while letting out a frustrated growl, eyeing you from top to bottom and slowly nodding his head. 

“Hmmmmmm” he growled. “You. Little. BITCH,” Jon uttered in a low, frustrated voice.

“You better hide GOOD. REALLLLLLL GOOD” Jon warned in an eerie, growling tone. You were more than a little bit fearful now, although your panties were also saturated and you were DESPERATE to know what he’d do to you. 

“ONE!!!! TWO!!” Jon yelled as he grabbed the phone and started counting at a rapid pace. You raced away as fast as you could. You figure you’d better buy yourself as much time as possible. Jonathan was EXTREMELY sexually frustrated and eager to punish you. You looked around for a less obvious place so it would hopefully give him some time to “calm down” a bit. The very back of the coat closet wasn’t the best option in the world but was slightly less obvious than the other rooms. There was also a small step-ladder in there. You ran into the closet, shifted the step ladder behind the row of coats and buried your body behind all the clothing. 

“HERE I COME!” you heard Jon shout in an ominous voice. He moved quickly through the house. You heard his loud, angry stomps creaking across the floor. They went all over the place, somewhat aimlessly. Maybe he was too aroused to properly search each room. It sounded like he was stomping aimlessly, all over the place. But then you heard slow steps moving closer to the closet door. You covered your mouth in fear/anticipation. The closet door slowly cracked open. Dead silence. Jon stepped inside and looked around and behind the coat closet door. He stood motionless for a moment. You had no idea if he’d noticed you. After a long, tense moment, he slowly stepped out of the coat closet and shut the door. 

You let out a sigh, SLIGHTLY relieved you’d faked him out. No sooner had you let out your breath than you heard the closet door FLY open. Jon’s big hand reached  behind the row of coats and GRABBED you, digging his nails into your arm and pulling you off the ladder and into his arms. You let out a genuine scream of surprise/terror. 

He’d decided to play with you and fake you out, making you think he hadn’t noticed you. He firmly pulled you HARD against his body, facing you away from him. You gasped in his arms as you watched him pull up the phone timer and set two minutes while grunting and breathing angrily. You had NO time to react. Timer started and Jon gripped the back of your hair VERY firmly, crushing a large portion of it up in his hands while holding you against him. He started tugging you out of the closet by your hair and waist. 

“YOUR HAIR IS COMING TO THE LIVING ROOM WITH ME BITCH! YOU MIGHT WANNA FOLLOW IT!” Jon commanded while tugging you out by the hair and waist. 

“FUCK!” you yelped in an overwhelming mix of arousal and shock. You stumbled against him as he walked you briskly into the living room with a tight grip on your hair and body. He HAD you. There was no getting away from him…. Not that you wanted to. When Jonathan got you to the living room, he immediately pulled you into him onto the couch. He kept a firm grip on your hair, tugging you against his body. 

“NAUGHTY fuckin girl,” Jon repromanded while tossing your body across his lap by the hair. He pulled you forward by the arms and pushed your head down towards the ground so you were bent over his knee. 

“Naughty girls get PUNISHED!!” Jon growled. You just hyperventilated and went limp, your whole body feeling like jelly. His hand ripped at the back of your pajama pants. He yanked down the back of your pajama bottoms and panties so your ass was exposed as he had you draped over his knee. Before you knew what was happening, you felt hard, rough smacks against your ass with his big hand. 

“AAHHH!!! OOWWW!!!” you yelped as you shifted around trying to crawl out of the bent position he had you locked in. He held you down hard with his arms. 

“NO NO!!!! You’re gonna TAKE this punishment!” Jon commanded. He gripped your arm hard, keeping you locked in the bent position over his knee. He went on, rhythmically slapping your ass, making each cheek more and more red. He’d playfully slapped your ass before and you loved it. But this was a TRULY aggressive spanking. It hurt, but shivers were still going down your spine as you moaned and wriggled around. Each smack sent delicious shock waves through your pussy. You LIKED it.

He wasn’t letting you go ANYWHERE. You just moaned and slumped down over his knee as you let him continue smacking your ass nice and hard. He would let up for a few seconds, leave you gasping, wondering if he was done. Then you’d feel another hard set of smacks. You let out loud, guttural moans of pleasure/pain. Jonathan’s breathing was hard and VERY shaky. You could feel his absolutely RIGID dick against your belly as you were bent over him. Jon moaned and began to totally lose composure, staring at your naked/flushed ass and the view of your pussy from behind. He couldn’t help himself. He licked two of his fingers and pushed them HARD into your pussy from behind. 

“AAHHH!!!! FUCK yes!!!” you moaned in pleasure. 

“GAAHHHH!! Naughty slut! I KNEW you LIKED it!!! Made daddy so FUCKEN PISSED!” Jon teased/growled as he pushed his fingers firmly in and out of your soaked pussy. 

You were so overwhelmed, you had no words. You just moaned louder and went increasingly limp over his knee. Two minute timer went off. Time was up. The two of you just froze. Neither of you could catch your breath. Jon’s fingers were still inside your soaked pussy, slowly moving in and out. You were too limp/overwhelmed to even think about getting up off his knee. 

You and Jon both let out raspy, sexually frustrated sighs. Jonathan’s breathing was shakier than ever. You slowly whined and pushed yourself up off Jon’s knee, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, gripping you by the shoulders and helping you sit up. He sat you next to him on the couch. The two of you exchanged hazy stares while breathing HARD. Jon had sweat pouring down his forehead and your wet hair was plastered against your face. After a moment of silence, you spoke: 

“Jon……?” you whispered.

“Y-yyeah??” Jon said, his voice breaking. 

“Can…. the game be done now?” you begged. 

“Guhhhhh,... fuu…. Yeah! Game can be fucken done!” Jon replied in a raspy, sexually frustrated voice. IMMEDIATELY the two of you threw yourselves at each other. You pushed hard against each other, exchanging a deep, sloppy kiss. Jon stood up and ripped your pants/panties the rest of the way off and pushed you hard back against the couch. He ripped his pajamas/boxers off and pushed himself on top of you. The two of you moaned loudly, aggressively groping each other and digging your nails into each other’s flesh. Jon gripped your hips again and flipped you over so you were face/belly down on the couch. You moaned in pleasure as you felt him climb atop you, pin you to the couch and push his painfully hard dick into your pussy from behind. 

“FUCK YES!” you begged. 

Jon started fucking you from behind with incredible intensity. He had been SO sexually frustrated. Your pussy was slippery and soaked and having him FINALLY fuck you felt INCREDIBLE. Your ass was still sore from the spanking. You felt a bit of pain from the flushed skin of your ass as his hips slapped against ass/pussy from behind. But you LOVED it ALL. His pace picked up and his grunts got louder. You raised your ass upward against him so he could get even deeper inside you and hit your g-spot over and over. Your pussy clenched around his swollen dick and he let out a desperate whimper. He gripped your hips harder, raising your ass higher against him so he could fuck you harder in a doggy style position. You squealed with pleasure as he fucked deeper into you. 

The two of you were getting SO LOUD, you could hear it echo in other rooms of the house. Hazy and lost, you kept fucking for a good, long time. Neither of you wanted it over with. Jon was determined to fuck/punish your pussy as long as he could. He did his best to fuck you hard and long and hold himself back from coming. The two of you kept at it for a LONG while, making lots of noise. You felt your dripping cunt getting sore from so much pounding. However, it felt AMAZING to get fucked like this after so much tension. So many lost/lonely days. Getting laid this hard was DIVINE after so many awful days. You were SO close to coming you could barely stand it. 

“UGHGHHHh!!! I’m REALLY close!!” you yelped/warned Jon. 

“Mmmmmfff…. Hold it back until I SAY like a GOOD girl,” Jon commanded in an eerie voice. He  released his grip on one of your hips with just one of his hands. He brought his fingers to his mouth. You heard him licking/sucking his fingers before reaching around your body and pressing those fingers firmly against your clit. He rubbed your clit HARD while he kept fucking you from behind. 

“AHHHH!!!! YUh—YEEAH! You’re gonna make me cum like that!” you whined. 

“NOT YET!” Jon demanded while pumping into you and rubbing your clit harder. Your pussy vibrated, desperate for the relief of an orgasm. You gasped and did your best to hold back your urge to cum. 

Jon’s pace picked up even more, pounding HARD into you while firmly/rapidly rubbing your clit. 

“UGHHH, I NEED to come!! Jon!!! Ugghhh- ahhh,” you whined. 

“BEG FOR IT. Lemme hear you BEG!” Jon commanded. 

“PLEASE Jon!!! I need to cu- ughh– cum!!! PLEASE” you begged.

Jon slowed his pumps and the rubbing of your clit to a PAINFULLY slow pace. He was teasing you to the extreme and you moaned and shook. 

“BEG,” Jon said again in a low growl. 

“Ugghhhhh… PLEEEEEASE JON… p-ppplease!” you begged one final time. 

“MMmmmm… good girl…..COME FOR ME!” Jon commanded as he picked up the pace of his pumps and pushed HARD and rapid against your clit.

 “AHHHHHHHH GAAAhhhh!!!” you screamed as your body began shaking. You let out a devastating moan of pleasure as your orgasm wracked your body. Instead of slowing his pace as you came, Jon fucked you EVEN harder, pushing his cock deep in and taking rough, hard pumps. 

Your pussy kept pulsating/clenching hard as you screamed/came. Your orgasm felt like it went on forever as he continued to fuck you hard. As you continued cumming/getting fucked, you lost your balance, flopping against the couch. Jon fell on top of you, still pumping, his hand pressing against your clit from behind. Your orgasm was powerful/blissful and your pussy squirted against Jon’s hand as you kept coming. You shook like crazy as Jon continued to rampantly pump into you, growling loudly like an animal. 

Jon couldn’t handle it anymore. Hearing your screams of relief and feeling your pussy squirt all over his hand was his last straw. You heard him let out one more gasp before feeling him FREEZE against your body. He let out a scream of pleasure. He couldn’t hold it anymore and lost control, exploding inside your soaked pussy. You could actually feel drops of sweat from his forehead fall against your back and shoulders as he came HARD inside you. Jon braced himself against your body, releasing into you in long, thick spurts. Jon whined and sighed, feeling tremendous relief and gasping with pleasure. He kept coming and collapsed his sweaty chest against you from behind. The two of you were drenched in sweat droplets and you could feel his wet hair soaking against the back of your neck/shoulders. “GUUUUHHHHH.. AHhH!! FUCK!! YE-eeess…” Jon yelled/sighed in a blissful voice as he finished coming deep inside you. 

Neither of you could move. You were both breathing too hard. Jon slowly lifted his tired head off your shoulder and moved your wet hair aside to plant slow, tender kisses on your neck and shoulders. You moaned and writhed around under him. His dick was still inside you. He had been so rigid it was only beginning to gradually soften as he finished dripping into you. He wasn’t in a rush to pull out. You both felt so good. Very slowly, the two of you recovered. He slowly and carefully climbed off of you. You felt a wet trail of fluid as he slid his satisfied dick out of your pussy and out from between your thighs. 

Jon gripped you around the hips and gently helped you back into a sitting position. Your pants/panties had been around your ankles this whole time. Your legs were so weak, you needed him to help you. He gripped you under the arms, helping bring you to your feet and lean against him for balance. He slowly knelt in front of you, kissing your thighs and soaked pussy. As he knelt in front of you, you stroked his soaked hair. He stole a glimpse at your backside to check out the damage he’d done to your ass from the spanking. Sure enough there were visible red marks in the imprint of a hand. 

“FUCK….. I may have gone a bit too far,” Jon said, locking eyes with you and giving an apologetic smile. 

“That’s okay..  I loved it,” you whispered while weakly smiling back. 

“You DID?” Jon asked, curious. 

“I did,” you whispered. Jon shook his head, smiling more and clearly contemplating future “adventures” the two of you can explore, knowing you like it rough/kinky sometimes. He shook his head, grinning, before gingerly pulling your pants/panties back up to your waist. With a satisfied sigh, he rose to his feet and gave you a slow, tender kiss. 

“I guess we both feel better now, huh?” Jon asked in a teasing voice. 

“Ahem.. yeah. A LOT better,” you said, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and standing up as tall as you can to give him another big kiss. Your faces, bodies and clothes were both wet with sweat. 

You had no idea what to do next. You were both spent. As the two of you breathed hard together and held each other in a dizzy embrace… the exhaustion caught up with you two simultaneously. Jon gripped your waist and pulled you back onto the couch with him. His body heat was almost overwhelming considering the two of you were still so hot/sweaty. But you loved it. ALL you wanted was to be next to him. You kept catching your breath together as you rested your head on his sweaty chest and he ran his fingers through your damp hair. Slowly, your breathing quieted and the two of you found yourself shutting your eyes. 

“Mffff… we should probably….. Get up…. Just … crawl into bed, huh?” Jon asked, sleepily. 

“Yeah….. Probably,” you replied, half asleep. Neither of you moved. Jon groaned and lulled his head further against the couch, dazed and exhausted. You quietly whimpered as you slumped your head further against his chest. Your eyes kept shutting. That was the last thing the two of you remembered as you drifted off to sleep together in a sweaty, exhausted mess. 

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[puntointerrogativo]

“we’re still debating certain things about whether certain events happened, but seeds are placed.” S.R.

“When you find [Lestat] in Episode 8, where is he?” Reid asks. “Has he come back to his own maker’s prison by his own choice, or is he put there? We’ve left space for that to be explored. I think it’s more interesting — and Rolin probably does as well, and it probably took me a longer time to get around this — to continue to give each individual character their own agency rather than saying, this person is the victim of this person, or this is the baddie and this is the goodie” S.R.

“Did Louis stage the Dubai interview because he had a hunch about Armand’s lie? Anderson says, “Yeah, I do,” in response to that question, and he’s been theorizing this since filming the Season 1 finale. Louis has never seen this interview as the chronicling of a suicide like Armand (as Rashid) described it, according to Anderson […] Suspecting Armand “was something that I started to get a sense of when we did that Season 1 Episode 7 moment of ‘the love of my life,’ because Rolin always talks about that as the end of The Graduate,” Anderson continues. “I was like, ‘Oh, it’s a cry for help.’ He found the person that he knew could draw the truth out of everyone, including himself.” J.A.

“that Armand was “forced” to direct the trial and that all of his subsequent punishment from the coven was “absolutely true. He directed it, but it wasn’t his choice to do it,” Zaman says.” A.Z.

Mmm, very interesting tvinsider article - first of all huge, GIGANTIC kudos to Sam because not knowing if your character’s doing what he’s doing by choice or if he’s being forced and tortured must not make it easy to do your job 😵‍💫 (not to mention the fun of trying to answer press questions, poor man).

Sooo, let’s say we go with this version and leave the books behind. It goes more or less like this:

The coven makes Armand choose, and he decides to sell Claudia and Louis out.

They “call” Lestat to testify, and he comes - because what else can he do? The trial will happen with or without him and if he’s there there’s a chance he can save them.

Armand directs the play. This one I’m a bit meh about but ok, he needs to prove himself, he has the experience, sadistic punishment, yadda, yadda…

Lestat and Armand don’t do the smart thing and work together against the coven presumably because previous history (Nicky) means Lestat doesn’t trust him. Also, from what we’ve seen they’re both kinda terrible at planning.

Lestat has limited energy and a choice to make - he chooses to save Louis. He has to watch Claudia burn. By now the coven knows better than to trust him and he’s either too traumatized or too drained (or both) to do much else. We don’t know if he faced retaliation from the coven.

Armand finally gets off his ass and frees Louis.

Louis goes feral and kills the coven. He’s convinced Armand was the one who saved him and wants revenge on Lestat.

He gets it in the only way he can: by going after his deepest fear. Lestat has handed him that weapon on a plate back in season 1 and it’s not the first time he goes after that particular soft spot.

Lestat feels guilty enough for both the 1x05 fall and Claudia to accept the punishment as due. He doesn’t tell Louis it was him who saved his life.

Louis traps himself in a 77 years long spite based relationship that he can’t leave without-in his head- letting Lestat win.

By 1973 he’s depressed enough and starved for connection enough to try the Interview and then walk into the sun.

Armand wipes his memories (probably consensually, extent uncertain) after calling Lestat - just to make sure Louis remembers why he can’t leave him.

Lestat thinks he died after he left him to Armand’s tender mercies. If he wasn’t in his rat-eating depression era before he surely is now.

By 2021 Louis has become, at least subconsciously, suspicious enough to contact Daniel for a second interview.

Daniel proves Louis really has an eye for spotting talent and gets him out of that farce of a marriage.

[kalena-henden]

Shows I finished in 2024 so far...

A Good Day to be a Dog - A woman accidentally kisses her co-worker and turns into a dog during the night due to a family curse. She has to get her co-worker to kiss her as a dog to break stay human full-time or she will permanently remain a dog after 100 days. The first two-thirds were fun hijinks and a cute romance. The final third with the past life curse origin was a drag. Still upset the mountain god didn't apologize after wrongly punishing the wrong people due to his misunderstanding.

My Demon - A high powered business woman becomes entangled with a deal-making demon when she saves him and his powers transfer to her. This show stole plot heavily from shows like Goblin and Doom at Your Service and failed to do make those concepts their own. However, I still enjoyed it to the end, mostly due to the chemistry between the leads. They had such a fun and lively relationship.

The Story of Park's Marriage Contract - A Joseon-era bride who is widowed on her wedding day is transported to the future where she falls for a man who looks exactly like her dead husband. The story was okay but I was mainly here for the chemistry between the leads.

Fixer Upper: Hotel - Chip and Jo work their magic on an entire hotel. I love seeing the process and the design is beautiful as always.

Memorist - A detective who can see people's thoughts when he touches them teams up with a genius profiler to take down murders. As mysteries unfold and truths are revealed, everything is not as it seems forcing them to confront their traumatic pasts. I binged this in 4 days. The first half is dark but, just when I thought I had the villains pegged, the story opens up to explore the various sides of people to reveal the good, the bad, and the morally grey. I'm still thinking about this months later. I especially loved our detective/profiler team. I really want to rewatch.

Be Melodramatic - This a satire on the entertainment industry, grief, motherhood, and love that is done with 100% deadpan humor which is why I thought the concepts were interesting but fell flat due to not connecting with the humor. This took me almost 9 months to finish.

Death's Game - A man kills himself and then is given 12 chances to survive in someone else's body or he will be sent to hell. It's an anti-suicide version of A Christmas Carol. It was okay. While a host of great actors shine in their guest roles, it was maddening that the man didn't seem to learn along the way until the last body. Where the story ended felt like a copout. If this were a movie where you don't have much time, I would understand, but I wanted to see what would happen next. We needed just one more episode.

Marry My Husband - A woman with terminal cancer is murdered by her husband and best friend who were having an affair, when she is transported back in time before she was married to change her fate and find the love she deserves. This was such a great revenge story. Some of the best villains in kdramaland. A cute romance with a man who adores her. Real friendships. And the OSTs will stick with you.

Queen of Divorce - It started off okay but went downhill quickly. Honestly, such a waste of a great cast.

Daisy Jones & The Six - An interesting look at a fictional 70s rock band as they rise to the top before flaming out. I had listened to the audiobook but I liked the series better.

Doctor Slump - Two young doctors who were academic rivals in high school find themselves grappling with depression and fall in love as they heal together. This was a solid, even keel show for me. I enjoyed their healing journey and their romance.

Live Your Own Life - An outcast chaebol whose parents died in a mysterious car crash falls for his hardworking trainer who needs to learn to become independent from her family. I watched this 50-episode family drama for Ha Joon. There were some interesting things that kept me watching but it was just okay.

Princess Hours - The crown prince and a young artist, who are both high school seniors, navigate the complexities of an arranged marriage and court politics in modern day Korea. This was a really interesting study in how people can change and grow and fall in love as they grapple with the expectations of a nation. It's an old school kdrama and alot is meant to be inferred. It's almost as much about what is not shown or said as much as what is which was frustrating at times. However, when someone explained things, everything started to click for me and I saw all the things that were implied increasing my enjoyment.

Wedding Impossible - A gay chaebol asks his best friend to marry him to hide his sexuality from everyone. His brother who wants him to marry someone else for his own good decides to break them up by seducing his brother's fiance. It's a ridiculous premise with a fun, bickering enemies to lovers couple. It lags a bit in the last part but I still enjoyed this romance. Moon Sang Min is a new fave.

High School King of Savvy - A high school hockey player is asked by his older brother to pretend to be him at his job as a corporate executive while he investigates something nefarious. The high schooler then has to juggle both school and work life as he unexpectedly falls for his brother's secretary. This is a crazy, age-gap romance with Seo In Guk. The only reason the romance works is because both the leads are so pure hearted and kind. Lee Soo Hyuk is doing his best sexy, self-sabotaging second male lead, who even smiles! It was a bit much but it settled down in the second half and I loved the big found family feel of the cast.

The Smile Has Left Your Eyes - The first half was interesting with many characters’ selfish and dark intentions mixed with a little mystery were set up in contrast to our optimistic, self-sacrificing female lead. However, the second half drowned in major events happening and then being dismissed as if they never happened, multiple secret keepers refusing to tell the secret multiple times an episodes even when asked point blank when the answers could stop so many bad things from happening, and the existential dread I felt about what the big reveal was going to be only for it to completely dismissed. I knew this was a tragedy going in but still I felt angry and exhausted by the end.

Vigilante - A police university student decides to take the law into his own hands after his mother's murderer is let back on the streets to avenge her and other's like her who have been failed by the justice system. A manhunt for him ensues, bringing together an unlikely and at times unhinged group who decides to reveal the truth and bring justice. At 8 episode (six hours total), it felt like it was just starting to gel by the end. Definitely set up for more potential seasons after Nam Joo Hyuk gets out of the military.

Love Me Love Me Voice - A newer voice actor and singer is one day noticed online by her secretive voice acting idol and a whirlwind courtship begins. These are the sweetest, kindest people ever. I love how the dramatic readings and song performances are seamlessly woven into the story. Multiple romances, great friendships, mouthwatering food, and beautiful locals. This is a feel good story of first love.

[jedi-enthusiast]

Debunking the "The Jedi are Evil" Theory Made by The Film Theorists PT 5

Point 5 - Separating the Children From Their Parents is Mentally Damaging

Matthew goes on to say this:

"If the Jedi cared at all about the children under their tutelage, they would know that--scientifically--it can be incredibly damaging to separate young children from their parents"

and then he reads this quote:

"Studies have shown that, if a child suddenly loses a parent, the child experiences intense fear, panic, grief, a combination of sadness and loss, depression, helplessness, and hopelessness. The child has lost his lifeline, and often his sense of self. The world, and life, become disorganized and terrifying." - Meri Wallace

Now, funnily enough, I looked that quote up from Meri Wallace and found that Matthew removed some pretty key details from that quote.

This is the full quote and the context added afterward:

"Studies have shown that if a child suddenly loses a parent, either through death, abandonment, or a prolonged separation, the child experiences intense fear, panic, grief (a combination of sadness and loss), depression, helplessness and hopelessness. The child has lost his lifeline, and often his sense of self. The world, and life, become disorganized and terrifying. Unless children are surrounded by loved ones and receive much needed emotional support to work through a parental loss, this traumatic experience can cause children to suffer emotionally throughout life."

Now, firstly, this whole article was written as a commentary about children being separated from their parents at the US border--not about any form of adoption, which is what the Jedi do. They adopt the children, with the permission of their parents, they do not forcefully separate them.

Continuing on-

The Jedi are aware of the psychological damage that separating a child from their parent can have...which is why they adopt Force-sensitive children when they're 4 years old or younger, so they can completely remove or lessen the psychological impact. It's why the Jedi Council is so against inducting Anakin into the Order.

Furthermore, even if the children they adopted were negatively impacted, the article then states that the impact can be combatted by being surrounded by loved ones and given emotional support.

It's shown pretty clearly throughout pretty much every SW media set in the Prequel era that the Jedi care for each other and love each other, so "being surrounded by loved ones" wouldn't really be an issue for the initiates growing up. Not to mention that George Lucas calls the Jedi "galactic therapists" and throughout SW media in the Prequels we can see that they're very emotionally healthy and provide support to each other, so emotional support wouldn't be an issue either.

Furthermore, the article goes on to say this:

"A child who is consumed by grief may lack the psychic energy to learn, to play, or to engage in life."

And, when we look at any Prequels media that features Jedi initiates, do they exhibit this behavior?

The short answer is no!

They're shown to play with each other, engage in their lessons and with others, asking questions, taking leadership positions amongst each other, solving problems when they have them, and they just generally look happy.

As Matthew said before, George Lucas isn't subtle. Don't you think that, if the Jedi younglings were emotionally harmed or if Jedi practices were meant to be shown as bad, the initiates would show that? Don't you think they'd look miserable or scared? "Helpless and hopeless" like Meri Wallace says they would?

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Mort (Terry Pratchett) "YOU CANNOT INTERFERE WITH FATE. WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE WHO SHOULD LIVE AND WHO SHOULD DIE?’

Death comes to us all. When he came to Mort, he offered him a job.

Death is the Grim Reaper of the Discworld, a black-robed skeleton with a scythe who ushers souls into the next world. He is also fond of cats and endlessly baffled by humanity. Soon Death is yearning to experience what humanity really has to offer, but to do that, he’ll need to hire some help.

It’s an offer Mort can’t refuse. As Death’s apprentice he’ll have free board, use of the company horse – and being dead isn’t compulsory. It’s a dream job – until Mort falls in love with Death’s daughter, Ysabell, and discovers that your boss can be a killer on your love life..."

The Death and Life of Zebulon Finch (Daniel Kraus) "Synopsis: May 7, 1896. Dusk. A swaggering seventeen-year-old gangster named Zebulon Finch is gunned down on the shores of Lake Michigan. But after mere minutes in the void, he is mysteriously resurrected.

His second life will be nothing like his first.

Zebulon’s new existence begins as a sideshow attraction in a traveling medicine show. From there, he will be poked and prodded by a scientist obsessed with mastering the secrets of death. He will fight in the trenches of World War I. He will run from his nightmares—and from poverty—in Depression-era New York City. And he will become the companion of the most beautiful woman in Hollywood.

Love, hate, hope, and horror—Zebulon finds them. But will he ever find redemption?

Propaganda: As stated in the synopsis, Zebulon is killed and, for no apparent reason, comes back to life. It is more like in death, though; he is essentially a very-slowly-rotting corpse who walks. He discovers that he has the power to look at people in the eyes and show them their last moments, which traumatizes them. Finally, in both books Zebulon is surrounded by and responsible for many deaths."

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13′s been rejecting the idea of being known by Yaz for Seasons, she doesn’t let her see in S11, in S12 if anybody (and therefore Yaz) comments that they know her she viscerally reacts to it in opposition. She still will not concede that Yaz knows her in S13 because she feels like she does not know herself after the events of ttc, she is focused on finding out who she is by discovering the puzzle of her past. 

13′s acceptance of Yaz’s love in this episode is their culmination and 13′s culmination as a character, it is 13 accepting that Yaz actually knows her as a person and loves her and that this love means that in the end, what she is is Loved. 

Yaz being able to be the doctor in this episode is evidence of the fact that she Knows the doctor through and through. Her whole journey of becoming more and more like the doctor, trying hard to emulate her, was proof all along that Yaz Does know her. 

At first 13 didn’t want to be seen. Then she’s so deeply depressed and traumatized she thinks nobody could possibly comprehend. Then 13 would have given anything for an accurate picture of herself but was convinced nobody could see it because even she couldn’t. That even if they did see, they would not understand or love her. 

But Yaz does see, so very clearly, and she loves her. And that’s like, the linchpin of 13′s character journey in the end. She’s spent so much of her life wondering who she is, or hiding who she is, and Yaz could have told her the whole time. 

I am not communicating this well but. Their love and relationship is at the heart of the whole era. I am not one for doctor x companion ships, but damn if this one didn’t get me. 

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The Main 6 as AJR songs(pt.1): The Click

A/N: I have no idea who is going to care about this, but character analysis through songs is one of my favourite activities and combining two of my biggest hyperfixations at the moment seems like a good way to combat seasonal depression so, enjoy this mini headcanon series.(spoiler for all routes of course)

Asra: Turning Out

Starting off, for Asra "Turning out" really strikes me as the song that could desrcibe how disoriented they must have felt during the first few months of the Apprentice's resurrection.

These two verses could just really be talking about Asra's feelings at the start where the Apprentice doesn't recognise them and the surprise of the ritual not working the way it was supposed to. All of the questions they could have asked themselves:

"Am I ready to be their lover or friend?"

"Do you have instructions?"

"Where do I go from here?" are all things they would be wondering about how to best approach this, how can they go back to the way they and the MC were before.

And of course the themes of unexpected or unrequited love that deviates from storybooks, pop up. This is NOT a fairytale, this is a very traumatic, very fragile situation Asra is in, where they aren't a normal couple with Mc, where this is really anything but a love story, actually slowly evolving more into a romantic tragedy as they don't know how to approach the Mc. Sometimes not even as a friend or lover but simply falling into the role of a "Master" or teacher.

Especially with this part, I can really see it as an entire internalised conversation in Asra's mind, with the version of MC they're familiar with.

Shouldn't they wait before they give up?

Don't they want to see the Mc get better?

Don't they want to wait and see if the Apprentice will love them again.?

And how everything is turning out in the end?

This is a song deep into the frustration and dissapointment coming out of a love you can't predict and at the same time a relationship you desperately want to make work exactly the way you want to, which works pretty well in this scenario.

Nadia: Burn The House Down

This song specifically i feel like fits Nadia SO MUCH. Aside from the political themes that are spread all around it, I really want to talk about lines like:

Knowing how Pre Red Plague Era, Nadia had this toned down role in Vesuvia, blending behind Lucio's shadow as nothing more than an observer, this would be her train of doubts about her potition and if she herself as a Countess can make actual difference to better the city. It's these doubts that held her behind in fear of people once again ignoring and sidestepping her, much like how in Prakra she felt a similar way with her family.

These doubts later on also follow her throughout her own route, when she has the chance to prove herself to her city and be the leader it deserves.

As well as:

Which just fits fits so much with the Courtiers situation and the corrupt polititians that overran Vesuvia while she was in her coma state. This also fits Lucio and how he was only parading the role of the Count while scheming, hiding, stricking deals while the only things he did for the city were to constanly keep up appearances and throw parties.

Overall the theme of stopping the circle of letting other people rule over your life and deciding to take charge and work WITH others to better the situation around you, whether political or not are all really resonating with Nadia. It's a great "pumping up" motivational song that describes her journey and personal growth as a Countess and a person.

Julian: Weak

(For those who know AJR or actually have heard this song: Come on.....what did you expect? XD)

The overarching theme of succumbing to your bad habits is LITERALLY indicative of Julian's whole route. How he resorts to drinking, punishing himself, overindulging in bad company and every other coping mechanism he uses are there in the lyrics:

Small mention to how "one kiss, bad for me" could very well refer to the apprentice and how he has to distance himself from them, but at the same time can't seem to be able to fully detatch. He's a wanted man, there is no way that getting involved in a romance that can never be isn't going to hurt him, right?

Especially i feel like this song fits him so well exactly because Julian KNOWS all this, he's said it himself:

Julian understands that he is ruining himself, that he is hurting others while doing it, that he should say no to the dark thougths in his mind and all the bad impulses BUT he also has convinced himself that he's not strong enough for that and keeps going back to the same bad habits.

In the end this is a party anthem and we know Julian to be a party person himself, so he hypes it up. "What's wrong with that?" as well as the whole mood of the song could very well be him actively trying to convince everyone and himself, that...he's "weak", it's just who he is and he can't change. That way he can push people away and scare them off with how " iredeemable" he is and how he's just going to keep making mistakes. All because he just doesn't want to take anyone down with him....

I also want to make quick reference to "Sober Up" and this lyric that's also giving strong Julian vibes with the MC helping him get out of his head.

Muriel: I'm not Famous

OK while this song doesn't melodically give me huuge Muriel vibes, the lyrics are thematical to his whole hermit situation.

This man put a magic curse ON HIMSELF that makes people forget that they even met him, except the people he gives something to remember him by, meaning the people closest to him.

Like literally Muriel never has to worry about people talking about him, where he lives, what he likes to do, what are his habits or bother him anymore and that's described here like his personal paradise.

Which honestly makes so much sense if you take into consideration what his past used to be like. The trauma he endured by being in the Colissium and having everyone watch the worst version of himself EVERY SINGLE DAY, definetely warrants seeing almost complete isolation as bliss.

(Also noone hates him, he's our gentle giant that deserves the world fandom-wise and he's adored by everyone who DOES know him in Vesuvia.)

Honestly i feel like this song could very well be Muriel's personal diss towards Lucio, which is very funny to think about:

Muriel is a hermit and yet he is more loved and acknoledged for who he is than Lucio will ever be (according to Muriel's route anyway). Lucio was loud, the main attraction for many, the centre of attention and yet people in the majority "judge" him and have seen all of his personal failures out on display because he chose to parade around trying to show that he was the best.

Muriel finds comfort in being unknown and has never been afraid to express that. He apprieciates the people in his life that matter which is exactly why this song fits this well.

Portia: Drama (/Turning Out)

Maybe i'm cheating with this one but I cannot talk about Portia without refering to both of these songs.

For starters, Drama: Now it's well known that Portia is an undisputed gossip queen. The woman has an entire map drawn out of secret passages scattered around the palace that STILL isn't fully finished, she knows the entire palace staff by name and she's not too unfamiliar about any street rumors or juicy stories. Point being: she goes around.

The song describes how we can become envolved to other people's drama and get caught up in their stories so much it's addicting.

Now regardless of what perspective we see Portia from, one thing is clear: She wants excitement out her life and to get to do adventurous things of her own. Unfortunately though, because of her obligations and role she is instead "addicted" to other people's stories and shines through others.

In every story except her own she is just there, observing, seeing what happens next and contributes as much as she can because she can't be fully a part of it herself.

Only in her own route does she get to actively be an important part of the story and the "Drama", getting out of the mindset of being a background character, take action and voice her opinions.

Tbh i haven't fully finished her route but so far i can at least understand this: Portia needs an opportunity to shine as her own person, and this song perfectly portrays that.

As for Turning Out, I just can't keep out of my head Portia saying these lines to Julian:

I think Portia was so genuinely hurt by Julian leaving her behind in Nevivon and telling him all this would just hit SO HARD, especially since she grew up with and I think really admired him. Nevemind the fact that she was very close to losing him again with the execution , which makes these lyrics sting all the more.

That and the themes of growing up and getting your head out of stories and fairytales you read really sounds perfect for her character.

Lucio: The Good Part

Well what can i say, The Good Part is loud, energetic but at the same time just so pensive, which fit pretty good on Lucio if you think about it.

The entirety of the song and lyrics keep referring to skipping to the best part of your life and keep wondering when that actually is. Lucio is a complex character which I love but so much is apparent about him: He wants to be respected and he wants power. The thing is he isn't always going to work too hard to achieve it.

His impentience as to when he'll be leader of his tribe is what drives him to the demon bargain that would make his parents sick and supposedly "skip" all of the proving himself as worthy of it and directly place him right on top. That behaviour later on continues with his deals with the Courtiers and then the Devil himself.

And then later on even when he actually becomes a Count he still keeps showing off, throwing over-the-top parties and trying to give all the best things to his court and people. He keeps trying to make every moment the "Good Part" of his life constanly thinking he can go even more respected and loved as a ruler, even seeking to overthrow the Devil in some routes.

Lucio for all his skills and passion lacks patience and the ability to think ahead, jumping into situations that will get him where he wants to be all the faster. The song doesn't wholly describe his motivations and personality but it definetely hits on that particular aspect of him.

ShoutOut to familial issues:

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Annnd that's it, hoping to continue in Pt.2.

P.S Please go and listen to AJR folks they have some really deep, heartbreaking and thought-provoking stuff.